The weekly Louisianian., 1874-03-07

"That fellow is an insuffferablt
puppy-not worth even the anxiou.
widows regards. I am so glao
you are going tomorrow with me
Ada. I may as well rccite M
lesson in private as in public
mayn't II" :
Somehow, her eyes went down
before his and her heart stirred
strangely. If Horace would only
be SO good!
And the morrow was a success.
Hugh was the lilo of the party,
and Ada felt a pleasant sort Of pride
IN him, because she and Bertha loved
each other So, doubtless.
And Mr.. Kent and the widow
had it all their own way, even to
Horace's lying on the grass at her
feet, and reading Tennyson to her.
Ada stumbled overkthem once on
her way to the lalelet for a tiny pail
OF water. MI. Kent's. first impulse
had been to spring up; mis- second,
to remain where he, was, aud show
her she was not particularly essen
tial to his enjoyment of the day.
So he nodded, quite indiffcrently,
US she passed; while Mrs. Carling-
ton, in 4 burst Of triumphant ma
lice, suddenly exclaimed, in Ada's
hearing: ooh, Horace, do repeat
that exquisite verse again.,
She had the satisfaction OF seeing
a blush surge over the back OF Ada'ss
neck, and the next minute she
managed to flush guiltily herself.
"Oh, Mr. Kent, I ain so ashamed
of myself! But I YVES completely
carried away with that sweet verse
you read from Eleanore.' Please
forgive RE, and I will promise never
to call you so again" -
She certainly was very pretty;
the scene was a favorable one, the
time, the place, and SO, thralled by
her honeyed voice, her floating hair
that almost touched his own, Hor-
ace Kent leaned nearer her, and
answer repeated again the verse
"Eleanore, hardly meaning
what he said Tut feeling some de-
[iShtful sensation that lent passion
ate thrill TO his words.
But when I SEE thee. with trcsscs uu-
confined
While the odoruus wind
low between the sunset and the
moon,
81 watch thy grace....a laaguid fire
creeps
Thro' all my veins to all my frame
oissolvingly. and slowly; soon
From thy rosc-red lips my name
'loweth, and then. as in a swoon,
MY tremulous tongue falterctll,
I die with my delight.
I would be dying evernoro,
So dying ever, Eleanore.
And, the while, Ada Burton went
'ack to Hugh Lyon, a sweet dream
'roken, a heart suddenly shorn OF
idol.
And Horace Kent, his infrequent
,urst of enthusiasm evaporated by
he time the passionate verse was
epcated, thought what a precious
'air OF fools they were. !.
"Going away!, Oh, Mr.. Lyon!"
For tie lie of her, Ada could not
!elp it, that sharp, sudden wall of
ers. Then in shamefacedness, she
cyan repeating stale, stcrcotyped
for luis safety and happiness.
He listened, with a hali-savsge
nile. /
1T will be delightful happiness,
Ga, that I'm going to-tl,e leaving
;ent here to reap the reward Of my
!
But no will not-I mean you
I've been very kind to me, very,
+. Ly-"
He grasped her hands that lay
ly en- the piano keys.
"Kind? Only kind? Perhaps,
1t horribly cruel to myself. I've \
en- playing with Fl re, and been
pelessly scorched."
Her heart was DO unding with r
(irious bliss She to o, had played 4
Ii Ere, and-she stole. a glance !.
his stern face; he caught the look, a
! his eyes grew radiant. S
"Ada! Ada? toll melP is my love
peless??" IL
Hugh! as if such aone you as
I'D come but to conquer"
Wasn't that satisf actory enough =
any lover? And Hugh took bis r
deserts, just then, in the form !
kisses, and low, murmur- 9
vows, just as Mr.. Horace Kent
1ged in, easy, handsome, lazy..
.h,-a thousa nd pardons! Ny
gratulationS Miss Burton?"
hen he louiscd out with smoth-
| curses on his lips, and a tiercer
Ing than he had ever felt before +,
) he was outmaneuycrcd after ell
id he marry his widow friend?