The Canton mail. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 18??-1882, 1875-06-05
" WHERE THE LEMONS GROW"

perched upon one shoulder and said
LET her rlone." Inclination got u
on the other, and whispered. :" But
love her." Prudence said. " Don't b
fool" Inclination REPLIES, "She'
awfnlly sweet" Prudence insists
cts her first season. Don't ruin he
prospects. If you marry her. you'll
both starve to DEATH" inclination
suggests. eff you don't marry her
like that?" Prudence calls out. Don
be selfish" Inclination whispered
"But think she loves vou."
Here the soft throbbing notes o
Strauss's last and most exquisite in
SEPARATION came pulsing through tn
open doorway from the grand salon
where the dancers were. inclination
fitted his song right into the rhythm o
the music, three notes to bar, Sh'
loves you, she loves you, che loves
you." up and down the scale, TWISTING
in and out, always the same refrail
following the low sweet notes. Pm
| dence kept Mt his side OF the argument
shrieking hoarsely, out of time and on
of tune, "Don't be n fool, don't be {
fool, don't be a fool" Row loud. now
low, now wild, now sweet, came tht
| soft passionate sound of the distant
music. Strauss had settled the ques
| ton: Prudence was nuisance
| Charlie Horton knocked the top off o!
bottle of Champagne, and drowned
him then, there, and forever. He ex-
PRED without struggle, and Inclina,
ton ciapped her hands in triumph over
his defeat. Then she took possession
of Charlie, danced in his eyes, curled
his lips into smiles, and led him straight
into the ballroom.
Little Allie Rivers first ball. Oh,
what a fairy-land The great Academy
is a blaze of light from floor to ceiling.
The walls are bright with gliding and
glowing with color. Thousands of
yards of bunting are draped in fantas-
tic devices around the great abyss thst
is usually the stage. The musicians
are playing in grove of verdant love
illness where the spruce and the pine
trees of the north grow side by side
with the leafy children of the tropics
The air is heavy with the perfume of
flowers, and hot as the breath of sum-
mer. The floor is an ever changing
kaleidoscope of graceful, moving, vary
ing forms. All is light and warmth
and color. Little Allie Rivers is sitting
quiet. y in a box, watching the throng
OF beautiful women and brave men as
they glide before her. The gas-light
glimmers on silks and satins, gold and
jewels, and Allie thinks there was never
such delightful institution contrived
by men or angels as the Charity ball.
Isn't it glorious, mamma ?" says
little Allie.
Mamma smothers yawn, and wishes
she were in bed. Some day. when the
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let not the sufferings of chaperons be
ma is comparatively happy tonight.
direction. Allie is well dressed, LOOKING
particularly charming, and bids fair to
be a great success. Mamma has re-
ceived a great many compliments in
reference to her lovely daughter to-
night; and Solomon Yellowstone, of
Wall street renown, is at this moment
gazing across the house with such an
expression of admiration at little Allie
that mamma really cannot be blamed if
her prophetic mind does occupy itself
with the question whether. in case any
thing should happen, it would be best
to have the wedding-cards printed in
script or old English.
Solomon Yellowstone is suspected of
having laid the foundation for his pres
ent fortune in corner grocery in the
Bowery; but we live under q republic.
Solomon can deck Allies fair shoulders
with n necklace as beautiful as that
which the kbedive has presented to
Mrs. Fitch, and consequently when
gees him dig his elbows into
the ribs of one of Americas greatest
statesmen and tread on the toes of q
poet, as he makes his way across the
to the box, she reflects that
politics and poetry do not pay, and
smiles sweet acquiescence when Solo
mon offers his arm to little Allie for a
promenade.
They join the throng, and mamma
yazes complacently after them. She is
not nearly 80 anxious to go to bed now
as she was. She is contented to watch
Allies little figure as it glides across
The ballroom, and to fancy what the
feelings of her dearest friend in the next
box must be. Der peighbor is the
mother of four candidates for the holy
estate of matrimony, oil in their sixth
season. Alb, well, would there be any
sweetness in success if there were no
one to envy us?
Allie is standing under a blaze of gas
let's, wrought into a curious device. ard
spelling out the word charity. She is
smiling now, explaining to Solomon
hat she thinks a great ball is such
charming way of being benevolent. eft
gives the poor people such lots of
money, and makes everybody SO hap
oy !" Then Allie smiles again, Solo
non smiles, and mamma, from her dis
ant post of observation, smiles too.
1t was Just at this moment that the
band subsidized into silence
with flourish of trumpets, and low,
'weet. and soft fioated out from amidst
he green foliage grouped in a distant
part of the great hall that wonderful
waltz, "Where the Lemons Grow"
It was just ut this moment that in
,lination routed prudence, and brought
(harlie Horton out of the supper-room.
Very soon he deserted a little figure
in the centre of the ballroom. |
What a sweet little fairy it was, stand |
ng there with clouds of illusion soft as |
moonlight clipging around it like a |
White mist; with white lilies resting |
IN its bosom, clinging to it's skirts, and |
lestling in its hair. Then Charlie |
ocked at Solomon, lean and shrunken,
elbow and blear-eyed.
"The beast !" muttered Charlie, to |
n audience of soft silky brown mus
ache.
"The puppy !" growled Solomon, in
onfiden 20, to his grizzled beard.
May ! have the pleasure ?" and
'harlie bent low before the little divin-
y with the white lilies in her hair.
hen Solomon scowled, Charlie scowled
ack again, and mamma, from her
scowled also.
Then Solomon thought to himself,
He's nobody; clerk down town some
,here-a Thousand a year at the out
ide. Girls no fool-mother amt if
he is" and Solomon's countenapce
feared off again. Allie put single
ne of Jouvin's best seven. buttoned
10. Is into Charles two-buttoned No.
, and Charles brow resumed its usual
moothness. Mamma thought to her
elf, 81 have great confidence in
harles I knew his mother, and be-
eve he is a young man to be trusted.
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