Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1871-09-23

Jaqueline, With somcthinglillc nsigh,
and working out thorn upon her
vine, which was not in the pattern.
1t was to me q sufficiently stupid
evening, that with Madame Ryseius,
Notwithstanding the novelty and beau-
ty Of the scene. The house seemed to
have been turned into u vast grotto, or
garden OF flowers. The walls had fes-
toons Of roses; panels were intertwined
with scarlet etrOmegranates and creamy
aloes; tables and mantlepieces were
mats Of blossoms; baluster3 and
cornices were imbedded in moss
great exotic shrubs, distilling odoE
made avenues and dim Tecesses very
sweet; and in place otdoors there were
swinging curtains of buds and vines.
The scene was lighted 10y a soft
lambent radiance, that seemed topoUr
from the hearts Of the lilies and
warmer flowers that dr0ped the chande-
liers, and suiIused them with theirow
tints of deepest blue, of vivid crimson,
Of changing kind; here was one Of
snow-white luster, and there one Of the
purest gold. From its concealed place
among the flowers, faint distant music
perpetuallY iloated down, noWaud then
bursting out in u sweet, bewildering
cadence Of harp-strings, that took the
breath away with pleasure-the breath
whose air was only living fragrance.
Chatterton was playing that night.
In all the splendor and charm Of the
place-as loom opened into room,
lovely faces fitted by, soft voices muir
mured-I missed one face, one voice
among them; and the reyel for me,
lost its meaning.
The band for the dancing COM
menced. Late in the evening we'll
known touch was laid upon my arm
my Cousins. Now 1t is my turn
she said, there are but two waltzes
before supper, except the German, and
that | dance with-you know whom =
| took her; and we began to Whirl
around in the wake of many, when,
happening to raise my eyes 10 the
doorway, sight there sent them
spinning. 1t was the General dc
Rochejaquelein in his grand uniform,
with its stars and decoration, with
Jaqueline on his arm. She wore white,
without ornament; not 50 much rs q
sprig Of myrtle,
The carnation, though, was on her
cheek, the light of jewels in her eyes.
She stood there like q little flame, "a
magnificent 1ower-spirit, with the
blossoms Of the doorWay'S arch hang
ing around her head. A Wrathful lit
tie spirit though, be it said, as she sur
veyed me.
BE you very sure that | seated my
small cousin quickly and had J@que-
line on my arm.
She is very easy with you! It Is
my turn now | heard her say.
And now it is yours, / whispered,
The waltz WAS divine, Ii was as if
the hidden orchestra had kept their
best till then; full Of the patno5 that
all dance music has when meant to
be most joyous; full, too, Of delicious
involutions, winding in and out till its
ravishing tune seemed to ill the very
core of the heart. My arm was round
Jaqueline, my head was bent toward
her, l felt her breath, her heart; we
swayed to the same music it quick
ened and whirled us Mt its will we
were in another world, q wild, ond
sweet, and passionate world and I'm
sure | did not want to come back tC
| thisone. Suddenly, with an imperioua
movement, she stood still.
That will do, Monsieur,' she said.
Thanks! ! trouble you no more And
before l had recovered my beWil.
! dered veXation, Jaquellne and hel
father were both gone.
When | saw Jaqucline the next
| time it was at her own house. 5hl
| barely raised her eyes at my entrance
she did not speak; she sat there draw,
ing her needle in and out, pattern O
lpropriety. | looked u dozen times e
assure myself that this was The lamsc
Of that night OF ilowers-thal | la,
whispered sweet words to hcr-that
| had held her in my arms. II was i'm
possible TO believeit.
a score of these little scenes, thas,
oscillations, and vibrations to-day
sunbeam, tomorrow an icicle-when
one afternoon, just as was conciudin!
', brief visit, the General was sum
moned to the door below. | stood
looking from the window q moment
: not liking to go down just then, ye
exchanging no words with Msdemoi
selle, when q pleasant little murmu
; struck my ear-Jaqueline was singiD
to herself, as if there were not anothe
soul in the room, and though hal
under her breath, yet with = voice q
. rich as that of June thrush. 1t wa
q only an air from the opera that We ha
q heard together. ! turned, and, goin
= down the room, stayed before her en-
: broidery frame.
= Tell me, Mademoiselle, what is it
i. have done to offend you?'
;, She looked up for a moment, Intent
:. ing to be severe and digniiied. But
/ would not do. The lips pursed Il
= and quivered, and there came the ol
. peal of laughter.
The small cousin marries ne,
# m onth, l whispered.
=. There came a blush like u CrimsO
rose. The head bent low over the ell
q broidery and-the General came bac
u again.
y Some days went ON. Mademoiselle
:, moods We're variable rs the weathe
II My constitution would not stand
IL longer, and | determined TO put n
=, ~ fate to the test.
" She still sat behind her lace fran
n like q fixture; tracing, Us exquisite
If as q winters night traces them on Il
a panes, her pattern OF fern leaves ~
eri wild roses there. The General h,
ye goue out this day, and | had came /
/ had been greeted with an inclinati,
', of the head, simple sentence IN
" then silence. l went to the rug, Al
" warmed myself before the fire; 81
ID sat at the other side, one step ava
ID But the inclination of her head HI
Igiven finishing stroke to the h,
!. that had loosened as she bent over h
~ work; down it all came, falling rou
%, her like q nuns veil. She lifted |
y two little hands to part it from t
- face over which flush was streami
I, like an aurora, and stood before h
~ How long do you imagine sh
"a nut up with this, Mademoiselle Jaql
,So ! line ? Do you suppose l can iveunde
.as 'sS sky so variable, at this hour, Junl
nN the next January? Henccforth it is
bo be all summer-do you hear
mir this seal upon it y and, bending acr