Wilmington daily commercial., 1872-11-02
pointments, belong to poverty, and all these

pointments, belong to poverty, and all these
/ things seem unnatural 10 me.
"They are dOubly unnatural TO you, Kota,
because your nature requires luxury, as u
flower requires sunshine Even if / did not
love you. ! should dread to see your youth
dwarfed by priyation, and your bloom nip
ped by the cold hand of care.
Dakota made no reply, her eyes were clos
ed, and she seemed lost in reverie.
''There are so many prosaic details in the
| life OF poOrman's wife, continued Eleanor,
grading to delicate organization. Such
wife has no time for reading
81 must have my reading" Interrupted
Dakota, still with closed eyes.
"No time for music?"
81 will have my music"
'No luxures for the table
"Corned-beef hate"
"Raw, ill-trained servants"
"And none at all on washing-days, with
| that odiOus smell of steam from the kitchen,
added Dakota, shudde ing.
mo dainty dresses" pursued Eleanor.
"Brown calico and waterproof, said
| Dakota, with groan.
''Truiy life would he hardly worth having
at such price" concluded Mrs. Rarne, with
emphasis.
''Bargains on Times cheap table, with
| Cupid thrown in to make weight" suggested
| Dakota, demuTely
Mrs Rarne sat up and l. oked searchingly
at her companion, but the young girls eyes
were still closed, and no smile lurked on her
| lips, She sank back again as she said, quiet
| ly: "But, Kota, ii is all mistake about Gu
| pids being thrown into bargains. He is fl r
more likely TO nestle among the silks and vel
vets All other things being equal, a man
i lnvpC liq xyifp bpftnr i'm frAQlt luVplV attire
than in faded, limp calico; and even Petrarch
would not have long adored his Laura II he
had seen her, day after day, washing dishes
and mending his old coats. "
''Oh' don't bring up those ghosts, E,elnor,
beg. For my part, am like Mark Twain.
My sympathies are for Mr.. Laura as Mark
says don't know his other name. Did he
ever get even one sonnet2 Was he ever be-
dewed with even one tear? Not one no, not
one!"
Eleanor laughed her low, musical laugh
but there was a line between her dark eye
brows which deepened into frown and she
turned her head away and looked out over
the lake. In the distance sailbOat, putting
out from the city harbOr, attracted her atten
ton, and, quietly taking "A strong opera-glass
from her pocket, she scanned the schooner
rapidly before the high shore, jutling out be-
low, hid it from her sight. But the mUmen-
tary view was enough, apparently, to give
her new impulse. The sail disappeared
nor would it become visible again from Shore
lands grove until the last tack towards the
little dock on the beach below Mrs. Rarne
had herself made the trip too many times in
the same wind not TO know the exact course
which would be followed.
''Kola, dear, she said, after several min
utes, as if rousing herself from dreamy
lethargy, 1--WE are both of us half asleep.
Come, l will arrange you luXurously in the
hammock, and fasten purasol so as TO shade
your face before go to my room for Siestd.
You like open air sleep, you vigorous child,
but | must have more shade"
In truth, Dakota's physical nature was
somewhat slumberous; she could fall asleep
at any moment like child, and aWaken with
like ease, for nervousness formed no part of
her organization.
"Gcs, the idea of the hammock is rathei
tempting, she answered, opening her eye:
and lazily rising, by slow degrees, to her feet
In five minutes she was rocking in her nes
; under the beech-lrees, and in ten she was
fast asleep, with the sunshine flickerng
through the elOse-set leaves down upon hel
lOosened golden hair
Eleanor Rarne went to her room, and, af
ter locking the door, she sat down before Tho
mirror with the strong light full in her face
| anu lObhtAl at utlFtll WIFI stTullllLiuI care
She saw woman whose youthful bloom wal
gone forever and whose charm was owing
to Il determination to be charming. This in
flexible determination goes a great way to
ward beauty, and, when combined with deli
cate tact and taste, it deceives all but th,
most critical eyes, and even tfiumphs a
81 times over real beauty, when hat beauty il
simple, so strong is the perfection of art owe
tie Ignorance of simplicity. Eleanor Rane'
;, complexion was dark and cOlorless, her fea
4 lures irregular, and set expression arount
u her mouth betrayed the will which her low
= modulated voice and studiedly gentle man
I ners stroye to conceal. But large, dark eye
ID lighted up tins face, and in their depths la,
!, varied expressions, now blazing, anger
II u now dreamy s0ftncss, now shy timidity, ant
j at rare intervals a quick upward glance
which revealed world of love at least 81
u thought he who caught IL on the wing. Ad
: dcd to this powerful charm was the grace o
= her attire and attitude, and so allurng wa
II its success that other women, beguiled by il
IL apparent simplicity, followed in her track
y and found themselves impaled on the rock
of ridiculous failure.
= "If | should go to a ball dressed like
d Quaker, with my hair in plain Grecian knot
:, should be laughing-stock for the whol
- room, said young lady number one to youD
> lldy number two, the previous season; ian
I" yet Eleanor Rarne does it, and the gentle
/ men, young and old, rave about the simple
ity of the antique"
Don't try TO do any thing of the kind,
~. answered young lady number two. "Elet
y nor has way of bewildering people so tn,
& they see and say just what She wishes.
- she should go dressed as Turkish pach
they would rave in the same way about I'll
4, gorgeousness Of her oriental opulence."
~, ITO BB CONTINUED.l
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