The Canton mail. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 18??-1882, 1875-08-21

lofty, thoughtful, dreamy. 1 am at a
loss to express what l mean, but / ian
cied discovered some symptoms of a
poetical nature in your voice-in Your
air-in your-but, perhaps 1 am saying
too much" She ceased speaking, and
cast down her beautiful eyes with
blushing timidity.
49," should like to know what you
think OF me, said be, after short 81
lence.
You are very bold; suppose my
opinion should not be very fisttering ?"
and the gay girl looked at him archly.
Then you mean to intimate that it
is not 2"
"Never ask woman what she
MEANS" said she, laughing.
" And why Lot?'
"Bscause she means anything, or moth
ing, Just as she pleases ;" this was said
with mischievous smile, her merry
eyes dancing and sparkling like dia-
nionds.
"But still your words conveyed the
idea that 1 should hear nothing vefy
Gathering"
"Do not believe my words, said she,
softly, as she raised her eyes to his
those eyes which gave spell-like power
to her beauty.
Again they danced together. A lady
gorgeously attired in lace and jewels,
who danced near them, reminded him
of Celia bowman; for q fed moments
he regarded her coquetish movements;
one gentleman stood beside her toying
with her fan, another held her bouquet,
to third she whispered, on a fourth
she smiled. Emile was satisfied that this
person was the celebrated coquette.
How tastes do differ, thought he, as he
turned from the belle, and his eyes
again rested on the charming fecs of
his partner. For a time he gazed upon
her without uttering word, with eyes,
in whose dark orbs the admiration he
felt, was apparent to every one around.
He was indeed the unconscious subject
of general observation; and the spell
that bound him was only broken by
tap on his shoulder by his friend Char
lie, who was passing in the promenade
with lady on his arm the arch look,
and light laugh which accompanied 1t,
recalled in a measure his self-posses-
sion and now his whole soul became
absorbed in the endeavor to make him.
self agreeable to the fair creature beside
him. The young lady held in her hand
a bouquet Of rare flowers, and in appar-
ent Inconsistencies of her work of
destruction, tore the delicate petals to
pieces, and cast them from her, until
the floor was covered with a variety of
soft, lovely hues. There was a pensive
softness in her air-her eyes were cast
down, and gentle flush came to her
cheek, as he playfully gathered the
rent and scattered leaves and placed
them in his bosom.
MAY keep these ?" whispered he.
"Oh, they are not worthy; they are
torn and faded. I will give you some
thing prettier," she replied, at the same
time taking a white half unfolded rose.
bud from her hair.
will look on this when alone, and
dream of far lovelier flower" said he,
taking it, and earnestly pressing the
hand that bestowed it; the pressure
was slightly returned. but it thrilled to
his very soul and he fancied those
soulful eyes beaned upon him with a
dewy light, so eloquent with love and
truth, that his heart beat with emo
tons undefnable and flew. Could
mortal man resist for one moment the
intoxication of that hour |" The dance
ended, young gentleman claimed the
hand of Emlie's partner for the next
set of lancers. Emile engaged her for
the last dance, and walked with a
proud step of a conqueror across the
room, where he joined his friend
Charlie Seton.
swell, Charlie, I come now claiming
an introduction to the wonderful Miss
Bowman"
CT don't understand you, Emile"
exclaimed Charlie, looking surprised
81 thought you had been introduced
to her."
"Why. my dear fellow, have not
yet met her,"
mot met her |" and Charlie roared
with Laughter,
"No, indeed. why do you laugh ?"
why, Emile, you have been by her
side all the evening, bending over her
like one entranced," and Charlie
laughed louder.
For O moment Emile stood motionless
and speecbless as the truth flashed
across his mind.
"Surely-sureIy," said he, recover
ing his voice, that angel cannot be
Celia Bowman ?"
"No other, I assure you, than Celia,
the tyrant.'
swell, whatever she may have been
to others, che will never be cruel to me
Charlie, she shall be the soother of my
cares-the partner of my declining
years-the-"
"Lst me beg of you, Emile, not to
submit yourself to the modification of
a dismissal" cried Charlie, interrupt
ing him. "She is either fooling you, or
you have fooled yourself"
"Why, Charlie, hope you are not
jealous" returned his companion, look
ing compassionately on him. 81 begin
to suspect you."
"Then I'll say no more" and
Charlie turned and left him, while
Emile again sought Miss Bowman.
81 will call ON you tomorrow" he
whispered, as she prepared to depart.
sob, ne-not tomorrow !" she re-
piled.
Why not tomorrow ?" and his tones
were full of melting tenderness.
Because-to-morrow- is it pos
sible You have not heard ?-to-morrow
am to be married."
Emile Sinclair looked around to see
dozen faces grinning with savage de-
light. Then arose the pleasurable antic-
ipation, as he heard the Calling laugh
that followed him, of being ridiculed,
bored and goaded to death in the bar
gain, if he remained longer, SO with
hasty steps he made for the door, and
rushed from rhe house.
The next dag, when Charlie inquired
for his friend at his hotel, he was in
formed that Mr.. Sinclair had gone west.
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