The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-02-04
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CONCLUDED.

'Is 1t quite necessary that Fortescue
should be whiskerless?' asked, family.
why, judge for yourself; how would n
powdered wig look wth-them? The
worst Of is, she added. chat when under
took the-the part of Maria, it was with the
supposition that you would he the Fortes-
cue.'
Those who are unacquainLcd with The
Belle Of PenZance," must be told that For
tescue is the lover of Maria, and several
half-romping, half-amorous scenes are en-
acted between them; knowing this, if they
had known how Ada hesitated, and seen
how she blushed as she spoke, they would
not wonder that my breath came short, and
q singing arose in my ears. My left hand
closed upon the fingers which were forming
that bridge; my right arm stole around her
form; 1 felt intoxicated by the magnetic
halo which foated about the air.
''Take care" she said; 81 cannot make
my stroke if you come 80 close.'
knew there was such thing as throw
ing away race by making the running too
early.
"Hit your own b-b-b-ball in the exact
centre, and rather high,' stammered
land you-you would not like O'Bri-that
is, any other fellow TOTO take that part in
fact"
II declare L won't answer your she
cried. "Of course, know you, and never
saw most of the others before, and such
things make all the difference, you know
10 be kissed, even in make-belieye, by q
man one has seen for the first time week
before, makes one feel nervous; but there!"
Ecstasy! she classed Brian with the men
'.she had only known for week!' Then
she had not noticed him at all those parties
And she had noticed and remembered me-
"Oh, that you knew ME still better Oh,
that it was not make-beleve! Let lis re
hearse our parts?"
"Where is the use" she murmured, ssif
you will not make small sacriGce?" And
she looked so deliciously shy and conscious,
that [ cried in rapture: "I'll do it!''
"What! part with these?" and she laid q
finger more beautiful than Anrora's on one
of my whiskers.
"Yes"
You must give me one as a memcnto
Get up; there's some one coming!
1t was Miss Winton and Capt. Seymour,
who came just in time to prevent a formal
offer. went off to my bedroom, locked
the door, opened my dressing-case, took
out scissors and razor, and began the dread
full task.
infatuated, mad that I was, I inserted
the expanded points of the fatal shears,
gave convulslye clip, and in half minute
tue carefully tended growth of years fell to
the dressng-table. [ cannot bear to recall
how looked at that moment. AS quickly
as it was possible, L cut off the companion
whisker, and then shaved my cheeks clean.
On my way down stairs, I met Sir
Thomas, who stopped, stared and asked my
name. He did not recognize me- Young
Winton, who was always late, was break
fasting when L entered the morning-room.
He dropped cup of coffee over his knees,
and nearly choked.
Leaving him in his misery, L encountered
q young lady visitor, who crammed her
pocket handkerchief into her mouth, and
fed.
But if you would be tedious to recount
the effect produced upon each individual
member Of the household. ALL even the
faithless Ada, laughed at my appearance,
except OBrian, who looked upon my trans
formation from a purely dramatic point of