Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1869-09-02

Eugene slept but little, rose early,
dressed herself with more than usual care,
and was more fascinating than ever. Du-
mont appeared and asked:
" Is she not come YETI"
"Nol" replied Eugene with some
emotion.
"Well, then, I'll watt
He then took chair and seated himself
beside her, at the breakfast table. They
began to speak on various topics, but
somehow or other the conversation was
repeatedly broke off.-long pauses filled up
with eloquent looks, alone intervened-
DumOnt colored-he was sensible Of it,
and this consciousness would have quite
COMPOUNDED him had not Eugene blushed
too. This flattered his heart and gave him
fresh courage.
81 cannot help blessing the accident"
he at length began, "to which | am in
dcbted for your Acquaintance"
Eugenie's downcast eyes were fixed on
her heaving bosom.
"Iour kind behavior, sir, said she, "has
made deep impression on me- and will
never be etlaced from my remembrance
His eyes were now cast down in their
turn, and painful silence ensued. At
length Dumont formed an heroic resolu
ton.
81 know not whether | do right" said
he, "but in truth | can no longer disguise
my feelings, which yoa must, | dare say,
long since have guessed"
She had in reality long discovered them,
but in such cases women never have COM
passion enough to shorten poor fellows
embarrassment it Is absolutely necessary
to speak out in plain terms; and thus Du-
mont also, was at length obliged to pro
nounce distinctly the word LOoe. No
sooner was this barrier guarded by shame
and timidity, broken down, than the CON
versation proceeded in its usual rapid
course Inquiries were made respecting
each others taste, way of thinking, family
connections, and so forth; and answers
returned with such loquacious confidence,
such undisguised sincerity, till at length
Dumont recolected that the stranger was
not yet come
"Nether will she come!' replied Eu.
genie.
Dumonts looks betrayed his surprise
"Will you be really angry she resumed,
" if my whole story concerning my untor
tunate friend was a fabrication If it
were invented to procure me, if possible,
the acquaintance of a man whose attach
ment to me should not flow from any i'm
pure source?"
Dumont was at once cOnvicted-he
started, but without any appearance of
anger.
MANY suitors," continued Eugene,
have solicited my hand, perhaps because
they thought me handsome, or because |
am rich. None of them came up to the
model which my imagination had pictured.
| lost my mother at an early age. My
father became my friend He permitted
me to make this trial-rather a bold one,
to be sure-to which, however, | could
always give such turn as pleased F."
Dumont was almost petritied.
"Then my memorial?"
"That," said she, Il will preserve as an
honorable monument to your talents and
goodness Of heart !"
" And what do you mean to do with the
author?"
"To make him my husband if he CON
sents?"
Dumont sank at her feet, but she raised
him in her arms, and glowing embrace
sealed the happiest union that was not
organized by Cupid, though, indeed, the
little urchin had seriously interfered in the
business. The first time they went abroad
together was to pay visit to the beneyo-
lent Julia.