The Opelousas journal. [volume] (Opelousas, La.) 1868-1878, 1875-02-05

OLUME q.
All <, or nearly all, would be there
even the Rev. Luther Paragon. VII
amiably forgot to say that he disar
proved Of dancing and charades whe
Mrs. Armstrong declared that Ssh
adored them" II was always the mer
riest party of the season at K, an,
this time Mrs. Armstrong decided tina
she would outdo herself. There was
| dash more of coquetry in her dress
dash Of extravaganza in the supper 4,
glitter Of rare China, and perfume 0
rare flowers in the parlors- Just as the,
say wine warns up the wits and fanc,
does love 1t times. All things would b,
brighter. fresher, more sparkling, JUS
nov, thought. or rather vaguely felt
the woman who had just began to know
her heart, and thought she knew an,
Others.
/ She stood, in her rich dress of lace
and silk, flowers in her hair and on hel
bosom, before her guests arrived,
before her CRATE fire in the parlor,
when some one touched her on the
shoulder, and, turning, she saw Charles
Rokewood.
Her face was little paler, her eyes
more earnest III their look than usual.
and sort Of happy terror hung upon
her as she guessed why he had come so
early.
7 knew i should find you also" !" he
said "and / have something to say to
you something =
There she stopped him. !" Don't say
iit now she pleaded. ST have an
evening before me which calls for ali
my calmness lit il, anything agi-
tating, II must ask you to wait.
After these guests of mine are gone-or
tomorrow, viii hear You not now. .
Charles Rokewood bowed. IS Your
will shall be my Law, ]" he said, and
took her hand and kissed it. She let
him do it, blushing all the while, not
caring now tolook at him.
All the evening, after the other
guests were there, her thoughts wan
dered back to that moment. She knew
what she would say, and she could an
swer only il one way only one-she
liked him 30 well.
And have felt 90 sure / could
never like any one again, thought
Hetty Armstrong. There is fate
III IL. !"
But she danced and sung and talked
as usual, and no one guessed that
Was what she vas dreaming not even
Mr. Rokewood, who, with chosen |
Kiend, had slipped away from the par
Iors, and was smoking and talking in
The dressing room. He was little out
of sorts. Hetty. conscious OF her du-
Ties as q hostess, insisted on being pub
Iic property, and could not be Iured
into tete-a-tete, and the women who /
we're ready 10 be talked to he did not
sara about. Engaged men are gener-
lily known by their boorish conduct TO
aides generally. Rokewood, although
1ot engaged, believed himself far
enough on the road TO forget suavity,
md fell back upon cigars and his mas
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,uline friends whenever his lady-lo7e
'ouId not be whispered to or gazed 1t.
Consequently damsals who thought
lockwood charming were wondering
Fhas had become Of him, when Biddy,
he waitress, mysterioualy beckoned
ler mistress into the hall, and, in an
twful whisper, said . more spoons were
leeded for the crane"
OF course there must be. = said Mrs.
armstrong. 4 Where was my poor
lead to 90 forget it, I'll get poor
Aunt Martha's set from my up stairs
hina closet. Please wait on the stairs II
Intil ] come to you."
And away ran Mrs. Armstrong to the
econd foor, where she plunged into q
ong, old-faahioned oloaet, and brought
orth 4 legacy Of siIverWare left her BIZ
er maiden aunt. Counting the spoons
yer, murmur Of voices from the next
Dom fell upon her ear. At the sameI
ine she caught the perfume of cigar.
BIZ knew that charles RokewOnod had ]
be richest voice and smoked the best
lgaraof any naan Id his set.
4 You dear Old fellow, she wllis-
esed ID hernell, I have been 90 cross
! you tonight thas some day I'll be as
ind 10 you as I can to make up for ii. Z
Then, With loving wOman's wish to
se the dear face that is 90 dear to her,
as stepped forward and peeped through !,
crack u the door Of the china closet
pening into the little sewing room. =
avoted Tor this evening TO The gentle. 7
ems toilet. Every word was plainly !.
ldihle When her pretty ear approaehd Z
closely - the crevics, and the first !.
ord rivited her attsntion. The men {
ere talking Of matrimony. ]
" is deuced bore, " said his friend. 8
Eou are lied TO woman's apron Z
rings Tor life. You can't say your "
II is your own. Take my advice and
9ep ont Of It altogether, Charles. = al
s11u0k here. old fellow. y said fgharIaa / !;
king bis cigsr from between his lips, i
that sort of i thing Il aIl man's II
ult. Nov. when I marry, rny frst aet n