The Louisiana cotton-boll. [volume] (Vermilionville [i.e. Lafayette], Attakapas, La.) 1872-1883, 1875-08-18

his for a promenade. Celia BoRnal
DO You sing u he asked Idokinl
into her lovely speaking face,
"Allow me 4 woman's privilege o
answering one question by asking an
other. Do you write poetry ?"
You see my 'eyes are not in a tine
frenzy rolling But do not you write III
we'll as sing ?"
81 am too merry to string even a few
rhymes together" answered she gaily
"Then you think to be poetic4l one
must necessarily be gloomy"
"Not exactly SO ; but n should bt
lofty, thoughtful, dreamy. l am at @
loss to express what I mean, but | fan
cied I discovered some symptoms of 6
poetical nature in your voice-in your
air-in your-but, perhaps I am saying
too nflch2 ShezeeasedlspuakiBg,, sSnd
cast down her beautiful eyes with
blushing timidity. ,.; a. ,,.s eaa..:.
"I should like to know what you
aGhink Of me-" said be- after, a2Bhort 81
lence. .. ...a, -|fapjgul - s9y tHla"
"You are very bold suppose. my
opinion should not be very fatteFihg p
and the gay girl looked at him archEy.
"Then you mean to intimate that it
is not?" 't ''4'aa a." .-,a t.
"Never ask a woman what she
means" said she, laughing. a., I'm ,unr
"And why 1ot?" .gTl.,r.g s., a~-p.tg5
"Because she means apything,o r moth.
ing, just as she pleases y this was said
with a mischievous smileJ her merry
eyes dancing and sparkling like dia-
monds. n.5sr.& &-h"l 'L'5
but still your words conveyed the
idea that L should hear nothing very
Hatterlng. III s-1''.'a 81.
"Don not believe my words" said she,
softly, al she raised her eyes to his
those eyes which gave a spell-like power
to her beauty. 81. .-.:t.. g.- ...,.
Again they danced together. A lady
~gorgeously attired in lace and Jewels,
who danced near them, reminded him
Of Celia Bowman; for a feI moments
he regarded her eoquetish movements ;
one gentleman-st0ed besideher toying
with her fan, another held her bouduet,
to a third she whispered, ON q fourth
she smiled. EmilezWas satisfied thatthis
person was the celebrated coquette.
How tastes do differ, Thought he,y as he
from the BELLE and his eyes
again rested on the charming fees of
his partner. For a time he gHZed upon
her without uttering a word, with eyes,
n whose dark orbs the admiration he,
was apparent to every n around.
lie vas indeed the unconscious subject
# general observation !; and the spell
hat bound him was only broken by 8
APP on his shoulder by his friend Char
ie, who was passing in the promenade
With a lady on his arm the arch look,
md light laugh which accompanied it,
'ecaIled in O measure his. self-posses-
ion and now his whole soul became
described in the eRdeayeF to- make him
agreeable The farg 6featate beside
i'm. The young lady held IN her hand
bouquet Of rare flowers, and in appar,
mt unconsciousness Of her work of
destruction, tore the delicate petals to
I,eees, and cast them from her, until
he floor was covered with a variety of
oft, lovely hues. There was q pensive
oftness in her air-her eyes were cast
own, and a gentle flush came to her
heck, as he playfully gathered the
and scattered leaves and placed
hem in his bosom.
MAY [ keep these?" whispered he.
ooh, they are not worthy ; they are
Urn and faded. I will give you some
ling prettier," she replied, at the same
me taking a white half unfolded rose.
nd from her hair.
81 will look on this when alone, and
ream of a far lovelier flower" said he,
king it, and earnestly pressing the
and that bestowed it; the pressure
as slightly returned, but it thrilled to
ID very soul /; and he fancied those
'ulful eyes bearaed upon him with a
.wy Light, SO eloquent with love and
nth, that his heart beat with emo
ons undeinable and few. Could
ortal mar resist for one moment the
t~oxication of that hour |" The dance
lded, a young gentleman claimed the
md of Emlie's partner for the next
t of lancers. Emile engaged her for
g last dance, and walked with a
oud step of a conqueror across the
ON, where he joined his friend
larlie Seton.
6 Well, Charlie, I come now claiming
introduction to the wonderful Miss
)Wman."
"I don't understand you, Emile"
Charlie, looking surprised :
thought you had been introduced
her."
Why, my dear fellow, I have not
t met her."
g Not met her /" and Charlie roared
tn laughter,
mo, indeed, why do you laugh p"
'' Why, Emile, you have been by her
Ie all the evening, bending v Q her
o n entranced," and Charlie :
lghed louder. !
For a moment Emile stood m~otionIess |
1 ~speechless as the truth flashed =
'oss his mind.
Surely surely" said he, recover- =
his voice, "that angel cannot be 1
ia Bowman P" y
No other, / assure you, than Celia, :
~tyrant." '
: Well, whatever she may have been :.
she will never be cruel to me- y
arlie, she shall be the soother of my =
'es-the partner Of my declining 9
lrg-the-" L
Let me beg of you, Emile, not to a .
omit yourself to che modification of q
dismissal" cried Charlie, interrupt. y !
him. ''She is either fooling on. o q
have fooled yourself" u
: Why, Charlie, 1 hope you are not =
Ious," returned his companion, look q
compassionately on him. II begin !.
suspect you" n
Then I'll say no d - and 8
arlie turned and left him, while Y
again sought Miss Bowman. 9
4 VIII call on You tomorrow" he
Ispered, as she prepared to depart, =.
On, ns-not tomorrow T. she re- y
Why not tomorrow r. and his tones o.
full of melting tenderness. u y
Because-to-morrow-but il il nos. :
q you have not heard ?-to-morrow p
'-morrow-I am-to be married" Y
mile Sinclair looked around TO see a y
en- faces grinning with 50 7aRe de- NJ y
e. Then arose the pleasurable antic. =
ion, as he heard the CALLING laugh Is Is
followed him, of being ridiculed, n
sd and geaded TO death in tbe bar' VI