The Portland daily press., 1875-11-08

uiuu JUST uoW-HOW LHey quarTel iOr HOCn-
| ing, and pretend to be Indifferent, and sit and
| ing politeness, when all the time their hearts
are breaking? If only they could have a
little cammcn sense! Addi0! L.C.
p. s. 2. When girl looks pale in saying
goodbye to man, he's a wretch if he doesn't
seek an explanation. He has no right to ex-
pect her to give him any clearer sign. Good
bye! L.C.
+. 5. 3 detest the man who brings this.
His pride and wilfulness are abominable. l
don't want him here any longer"
Will it be believed that the signora was a
beautiful letter-writer? 1t must be borne in
mind that she wrote this with all her mind
and one Of her eyes occupied with the two
whom she could see over the pile of books
before ber sitting by the fire as unmelted as
marble. They had not made an inch of pro-
greSs.
Despairingly she came out of her retreat,
gave her letter and saw the gentleman rise to
take leave
"Oh. ! want to show you photograph of
one of Vertuni's pictures, "she said. sit was
brought me to-day. Come, Lily; forgot to
tell you to Look at it. IT you would kindly
bring candle, Mr.. Conrad, we could see bet
ter" She led Miss Fanshaw to the wall
against which the picture had been pinned.
and with glance directed the gentleman
where to stand, just behind them, holding
the candle over their shoulders. .tIf once he
can tade good look at her when no one OBJ
serves him, it may melt him." thought this
tender schemer, catching now at straws.
She expatiated as long as possible on the
merits OF the picture and the artist, but the
hand holding NE candle did not tremble, and
Miss Fanshaw had actually turned her head
the other way. Signing and vexed, she
dropped the girls arm, and relinqushed her
hope for that night at least. 1t was of no use
trying to help people who wouldn't be helped.
But oh, most exquisite of accidents As the
hand holding the candle was Withdrawing it.
selfa delicate breath of air lifted fold of
sibyYs vail and flung it over the wrist; the
fringe caught button, and with the tinest
possible shock the sibyfs averted face was
brought round, revealing, not disdain or in
difference, but large eyes brimming with
tears, and sweet mouth compressed with
the effort of self-control too long tested.
Snapped in the breath of the divine desire
thralls.
Nature breaks forth, and at her breath of fire.
IN elaborate snow piles mouL rain image falls
And AM Ife's scared priescrafts fly before the truth
whose name is Passion, whose great altar Youth.
Talk of the bashful loveliness of a consent
ing maiden! There is nothing so beautiful as
the light that breaks into face of & man when
suddenly he sees love in the face of one be-
loved.
The signora caught the candle from her
visitor, uttered little scream in which par
ticle OF fear was mingled with an infinty of
triumph, and muttering something about hot
wax on her hand, ran out of the room.
Il was going away because they told me
you were to marry Baron Otto," said the
gentleman pro.nptly and honestly, like the
manly man he was, telling his own story be-
fore demanding hers.
''And you should not have believed such
a story from any one but me. 1t is not true,''
the lady replied. She looked white and shin
ing like sun touched fountain top.
Several little incidents happened in the
next two minutes. Mr.. Conrad released his
sleevebutton from the magical fringe that en-
tangled it, at the same time whispering few
words that bound him far more closely than
that frail link; Maria appeared at one coor to
announce the signora's carriage, her mistress
having vainlv tried to call her back without
being heard; and Immediately after the sig
nora entered by another. -
"Who would have thought it was already
ten O'Clock? % said Miss Fanshaw. ''That
comes of your having three clocks in the
room. Luigia. How did you put on this head
dress? Oh, have found out. Let me take
it of, please, myself"
AS it slipped down over her shoulders she
dropped her face aside, and kissed furtively
the shining folds. Catching her glance as she
looked up, Mr.. Conrad saw for the first time
her fair, cool face bloom with a rose red
blush.
The good nights were said decently and in
order, but no one appeared to recollect that
this had been a farewell call for one of them.
The gentleman attended Miss Fanshaw down
to her carriage Maria lighting the way to the
court with one of those long handled lamps it
IS wonder they are not constantly setting
themselves on fire with; while Love, holding
bis torch aloft, threw its beautiful radiance
over longer path thon that of the Signora
Cetti's stairway.
"You blessed handkerchieir that lady was
saying as she arranged the sllkeh drapery
again over the marble shoulders .t Augustus.
"You are good, superlatively good, for
everything but to carry the post. Do you see
that letter On the table ?"
''Do you want me to post this letter?''
Maria asked when she came in.
'Well, no. said the signora; "Fl post it
mysel-between the androns."