Orangeburg times. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1872-1875, 1872-02-28

r.I,tG-t- Iyfff, ~ S'op ~ "AFNSN VI,
tthe ss!ass sS eyer the Fireplace. It fested
a ,strangely y7fascinating face, SO Irregular
offeatnres that women sometimes called
it positively plain" but on which the
other sex felt neither better nor wiser
men when they looked. The check
homes, chin, and jaws were prominent; !;
the eyebrows, though arched, too thick
tor feminine beauty, the mouth too firm,
in spite of its broad white tecth, and
dark shade pencillcd on the upper lip,
in spite even of its saucy curl and bright
bewildering smile. But when she lifted
her fiashing eyes, fringed in their long
black iashes, there was no more to he
said. They seemed to blaze and soften
shine and swim, all in one glance that
went straighG to u mans heart, and made
him vince with thrill akin to pain.
Pale women protested she had too
much color, and vowed she painted; but
no cosmetics ever yet concocted could
have initiated her deep rich tints, glow
ing like those Of the black k-browcd beau
ties one secs in Southern Europe, as if
the blood ran crimson beneath her skin
--as if sho had caught warmth and
vitality from their generous climate, and
their sunny; smiling skies. When she
blushcd, it was like the glory of neon
day; AID she flushed now, while there
came z, trampling of hoo!s in the street,
a. ring at the door-bell.
( The color faded from her brow, never
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son'tlie staircase; and lcrvisitur was ush-
cred into the room rs General St. dos
cpNs,p,s I'D Iiiu i,
4 sYou are carly, General" said she,
giving him her hand With royal conde-
isceiision; "early, but Welcome, and.
and the horses will, be round in five
minutes. Have you had any breakfast? :?
| am afraid my coffee is quite cold" Cen
eral ST. .Josepls know what it was to
.tarvc in the Crimea and broil in the
Mutiny; had been shot atvery often by
guns Of y;trious cqlibrcs;; had brought.
into discipline one of the drilled
regiments i'll the service; and WAS !, dis
ting,lished officer, .pastti forty year, of age.
What made his heart beat, and his
hands turn cold? Why did the blood
rush to his temples, while she gave him
greeting? s- Ia
q Don't hurry. pray said he; Il can
wait as long us you like. I'd wait the
whole day for you, If tint was allv b
7"lHc spoke i'll n husky voice, ms if his
lips were dry. Perhaps that was the
reason she seemed not to hear. n!
Throwing the window wide open, she
looked down the street Taking more OF
ithattthoroughfare than was convenient
by advancing lehgthways, with many
plungts and lashings out, and whisliings
of her long square tail, black mare
with q sidc-snddlc was gradually APP
preaching the door. The groom who
led her seemed not a little relieved when
he got her to stand by the curb-stonc.
patting her nose and whispering many
explosives suggestive Of composurc and
docility.
This attendant, though gloved, booted,
and belted fora ride, felt obviously that
one such charge rs he had taken in hand
was enough. He meant to fetch his own
horse from the stable, as soon us his mis-
trGss was in the saddle. 1es
ia staidperson, out Of livery, came to
the door, looking up and down the street,
with tho weary mir ofa man who resides
chiefly in his pantry. He condcsccndcd
tO remnrl, hnwavnr th,t uNI;s, Dnu,.I,,