The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1871-11-22
ANERIAI
NUMBER 10.

the Mad Warrior, tn find blcomia.
children born, to the spring, where but
yesterday had bern decay ami lifrlrss-
ness. The barebe!ls aud The dcers-
heart, were beginning to add their
faint odor to the aroma of budding
hawthorn and tasselcd willow, ana the
birds were beginning TO bnild among
the sloe bushes of the cliff. 1t was q
season reple'e with pleasing sights,
pleasant snunds aud sweet otlors-tlis
awakening of nature from the dead,
and that her resurrection would be
glorious, none doubted who belleld the
fresh green grass. the scented flowers
and the swelling buds, with the yeiluw
sunlight over it all, lying there like
blessing.
The three had rambicd through the
pleasant woods, for hours, and the sun
had set, rs they came up the bank from
the creek, but there was a wide line Of
crimson spreading upon the Western
sky, that gave promise for beautiful
morrow. To the East, he sky looked
darkly gray, and as the man turaed to
face it and Miss Burton, there was
portion of its dusky sadness cloudiug
his eyes.
81 am going away Tomorrow" Le
said.
Her face was toward the West, and
some of its lurid light appeared to
Hash in her eyes as she listened, but
she was silent, and very still.
81 shall take with me the memory of
some happy days spent at this place,
and of the comraniousllip that added
additional pleasure to every other
pleasure fonnd on wooded hill and in
Sheltered valley. May hope that you
too, will ch"risl, ouly pleasant memo
ries of our brief, bright holiday Alas
hat such holidays come SO ra,ely in Is
lie timcr'
She drew the hand that he had taken
AWAY from his, and said, with an effort
1T coDpnsnre that made her words
'onnd harsh aud cold.
"Sir. in two weeks from this day I
an to be married to Mr. Bates. Can
you imagine " hat sort of memories will
suit me best when am mistress of
his establishment %
"And l." said the stranger, unheea-
ng her question, II 60 away to meet
NY wife, at her residence in residence
n New Orleans. ! have been married
'early eight years.
Mrs Stacy Bates is a cold, proud wo-
haii-an nntcelins Woman, some call
er-hut on her richly appointed toilet
able there stands Il small, mahogany
ox that has power tn bring STANCE,
earning look upon her face, and u
list of tears to her eyes, Whenever it
opened, though it contains nothing
ut few witlieied buds and leaves of
lpIil iiowers, which are fast falling TO
ust. Aud Sam Whalcy is a privileged
arac:er i'll her household, and has
Ill permission to wallnw in the Miss
sIppi all the year round, if he wishes
!. and to become more and more like
water spaniel every day; but he las
cen strictly forbidden ever to speak
her presence; of the men WHO came
nating down the Mississippi On the
lighter" or TO refer in any manner to
re possibility of a wagon-bed being
ade To do duty us boat.
Aud FAR away, the busiest of busy
'owd IN 81 great city, there il man to
hon judge and jurors listen with
roiound attention and especi; a man
hose bright, blown eyes have always
shadow lying IN heir depths, like a
INT twilight; Il man who takes ID the
iiics of life as they come 10 him, and
scliarses them completed works; n
an to al appearances as prosy and
'mmonplaee us any man yon would
Get with in days journey; and set
, carries about him with him n plain
'id ring that slipped cir into his hand
hen he babe adieu TO pale, stately
oman, upon the banks of the Mad
'ariior.
This little romance that had come
,on these two. like the soft MEETINGS
a refreshing shower, vanished away
ie an April cloud, far beyond the
'rizon of their divided lives, and left
EN- to the heat and dust and turmoil
every day existence and every day
tiles; and it was hest so.
WHY Do You CouGH- when it is i'm
'nr power TO relieve yonrself9 A few
'ses ot Dr.. TUFTS EXpEcrO-
ANf viii cure yon and allay tie APP
Extensions of your friends; more.
'er, it is pleasant to take, it produces