The enquirer southerner., 1874-04-17

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| poet.
| co,anrehend it all Miss Arch
err He will be ieslons j.
- don ! ctfr whether he is or
not = retorted SvbiI coicring
But I've promised the rest and
| | must 90. Thank yoa 50 much
| for that sweet, sweet poem, Mr..
! Hastings
sOb, it is NOTHING said Mr.
Hastjnos with discI:,,o,tnr wave
| of the hand. i ins, scrlbbIedit
of between davi:ght ana dusk last
evening, when vour eyes seemed to
shine through my brain and the
echoes of vonr voice made music in
my soul.
How f5uratiyc- how poetical y
thought Sybil, her cheek, flushed
| with pleasure and pride Vail
Markham never talks ike that
And when she was cut Of sight
| she opened the album. and surreDti
ouslg pressed her coral fps to the
lilac tinted page whereon Mr.. Va
| lancourt Hastings had inscribed
| this noctic offarinc To one T 7o,,o
Mere c.nt;nentaI norconsoi, +,
was Essie Rowe's comment On the
affns;on whom Srh;I tr;,nonban.Iu
oLo.1 = ~
tbo .,;o,,;o tr Hwy -s Wv ~ 80 I,aS ~
written ths same tsing in half =
dozen albums /,
.Tndood ho hoono+ y ;nd;coan,lu
srarLlo1 ~ Sill n tola ~
| it was an iDsriration Of the moment
writing last night, for me alone,
So, there
And she glanced up at Vail
Markham, who was standing by.
1t is fine thing to be a poet,
said Vail, slowly.
le i. indeed, said Sybil, with
:oss of her bronze>brown curls.
And so the tides of sunshine rip-
pied over the green fields and touch
ed the tips of the plumy ferns with
gold and the twilight came, and
nybii was oII00 fnO'0 lers aione IN
her nome to ponder over the album,
With It's purple pages and the pre-
cious treasure OF its new nserlp~
hon.
Hna 'nere was 'he creak o, cum
SSy ioo'S'ePS Oh the STAIRS ana De''y
Drought up d cara with the greasy
pattern OF hef 'humo ana 'nSer
printed 0" on It's corners
! FALANcoURT HAs1ING.
Tell him I'll be down in a sec
ond Betty said Sybil, coIoring all
pink and white, like mountain
daisy.
please, miss, said Betty, stand
ing with her mouth open, Mr..
Markham do be there, too, and
Miss Esther,
Sybil bit her lip.
1T is a little unfortunate they
should all come torether p said she
to herself; 'but we must make the
best of it.
Aad she descended, with a rose
in her hair and the prettiest of rival
blooms upon her cheeks.
.Svbil,' said Esther Rowe, when
the ordinary greetings Of nolite SO.
cietv had been EXCHANGED. and the
inevitable hush followed. Wall has
brought a copy Of Algernon Swim
ber's new poems. There are some
little things he thought YOU would
like to hear
$50 kind Of him said Svb;I
Frightening IN. And | am sure
Mr. Hastinos will be del;ohtea'
sYe--ees of conrsa' s1ammered
Mr.. Hastings. shifting his position
unon the nar3or sofa a 'ittle easily.
sShal! I begin 2 asked Marks
ham, onening his book and drawing
near the soft circle Of light cast hy
the shaded lamn.
Pray do. said Sybil; and Vail
Markham, who was cultivated
elocutionist and exquisite reader,
accordingly began.
A little love song,' said he
and the author has inscribed il sTc
One I Love