The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1869-09-04

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ave preferred to sleep late and take
a quiet walk over here, How pretty
you look this morning, Gussie ! I'll
swear, Julian, l am getting desperately
in love with this little Gussie of yours ~
sob! pshaw |! iIontaguc, let's have a
milk punch, and then nap before din
ner, what do you sayy"
"Ies, to the milk punch no. to the
.ap. / want to talk French with Gus
sic this morning" FHE FE
The milk punch was made and dis
posed of, f,aud Julian retired for nnp,,
leaving Montague Bailcyto talk French.
or anything else, and Gussic to put away
spoons, sugardish and milk pot.
While Montague ;s ;s Waiting 8, p,:ps in
mouth, for his little friend Gussie to be
seated for chat, let us introduce him to
you reader, for lie will be an acquisition
to year acquaintance.
As he sits in the window now, his at
titude is characteristic He appears
nusing, dreaming lazily, elegant youth,
one who has seen most of life's fuctua-
tions, one of latent and slumbering en-
crgy which no adequate incentive has
ever stirred into action, one who is drift
ing, asleep aud dreaming, in some soft
iii h., . 80 Il
life. one wkol.as never loved or who is
ever i'll love, with some ideal of his fam
cy, with all the beauty of nature, one
whose soft hand aud graceful motion
spoke OF the suar,ter an motlo while an
involuntary flash of his eyes, unasked
and unbidlcn told of the further, iu nc.
Such was his nature us suggested and
expressed by his attitude. His person
"rt, was about MS Gussie had it in her
musings, not decidedly handsome, but
possessing somc striking and distinguish
ed points "a Hu
Such. reader. Mas our hero.
''Well, Gussie. if you have finished
your household duties, come and sit over
here and catch the breeze in this win
dow" sec your French book here.
were you conning it, to-day con nn,orc ?"
"Nn, sir, was looking ut the ,book.
only to despair of my ever mastering the
language"
oh, Gussie, you need not despair,
think you arc getting on nicely. Let
me see if you can talk little with me,
now"
"i'nsez-rou' a moi, sonrem :9'
r"Om JfPn@cHr, foaS trs ,jourS."
"7rcs birn, .Mademoixele, rous ,,nrlez
f'd"r"is TRES btcm, ct rous paricz ce que
j 0imc dcntemre. Mudsmoiseiie uus
e'es tres jotir. Je rous anne arcc tout
mon roa~. CDmprene--rous ceia"
''ODi, monsieur. je le comrreads, maias
jc nc tc croix pas"
"Well, Gussic, in plain English, do
really love you. viii you believe me,
and will you love me?'
"Ps"'Ynoi nc parlcs-roHs pas fancois,
Aonsicu' ?"
Gussic, I am speaking the language of
my heart. That language is truths
vcrnacular. Like figures, it speaks no
lie. Answer me in that language, now,
and tell me only truth"
''But | don't know that have learned
that language Of the heart, how can /
speak it."
''Gussic, learn it now Let your heart
speak its own language and tell me if you
love"
And Gussie's heart did speak its first
word that day. 1t told it's first secret
II spoke out what it had felt for long,
long time. 1t spoke in her eyes, as she
looked at Montague, in her attitude, as
she leaned her head upon his breast, in
the pressure of her hand in his. Her
heurt spoke that day in the beat of its
very life. Love is life!
'Gussie lived and loved Her hearts
beat told of its existence and its love to-
gethcr.
Montague Bailey spoke this language
and understood it,
The French has boeH said to be the
language of filtration, but this, the
language of tn. heart, this is loves own
articulation
Well, reader, this is how Montague
Bailey popped the question.
OF course. he kissel Gussia Mnnds