The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1876-12-22


in aannei.
Ny dear old guardian" sue j ,e
dated. ard clasped me about the neck
kissing n.y cheeks delightfully."-.
Mis- Florelle. suppr~s: -. T..
ia s,aid, measured tones, though iny
whole b.in2 WA. thrilling at the torai
Of her lips.
She to>sed her hat. with IL bright,
holding plume. upon the sofa. her cloak
across the chair, and drawing seat
eiose beside me. leaned toward me
Heavens, young lady" I shouted
hoarseiy. can you not see that you are
Hcsssng against my tendsrfoos - And
Ilroened, ~ If n grsas agony.
A tender. cnmmiseratiug look soften
( ed the beaning face, while she mur-
/ INJURED, "Fosgive me, | sm so thought
less; but indeed ain 81 happy To- be
! with you
! ] wss thoroughly sshaoed Of aay
fraudulent self, but .toicaily received
her apology.
Notwithstanding my imposture, it
was the happiest evening had spent
for years.
January wss month of wild TEN
pest; and. shut up with the fascinating
.Florelle. l. with thee Unrest dismay, felt
my heart leaving me
She heartily fulfilled her promise TO
cheer me She sang. In rich melo-
dious voice that quite filled the wide
room with It's clear resonance and
danced pas seul TO the sweetest air in
b.. I'd l. l., 4
style
"You think me wild, don't you ?" she
SAID one day, taking my hand, "snd.
by, the By. what pretty hands you have"
this was the way she glanced from
one topic To another such al eld-
erly gentleman must display my
attainments, or you would not think
me half SO clever as l really am. Didn't
l use to write real genuine bread-and-
butter letiers. eh =
Before could reply, sbe tooh down
a volume Of old German metaphysics.
and read with the most admirable
enunciation She then translated Sc
!ectious from the French aud Italian
writers.
She glanced at me anon. little
flushed
"You see, would not parade my ac-
complishmsnts. but" land the voice
4uivered,) you have the right to know
how have improved your kindness.
1t you were young. You nigh,
think wish to ensnare you. half wish
you were" she added, naively, coming
to my side. laying her bright head on
my wig. with its stiiF. bristline hair.
had been more than once ashamed
Of my strstagem. was nov thor
osghlv dissnstsd nth it.,
How to emergs from my ugly crys-
alis In becoming manner, now occu-
pied my mind constantly.
One evening walked into the par
lar. divcsted OF my disguise. which, let
the consequence bs never so disastrous
to my hopes. could no longer endure.
My ward sat before the fire. dream
ing. thought; for there was smile IN
the pretty mouth. and tender radiance
in the magnificent midnight eyes in-
tently regarding the lurid Goals.
She started Is entered, and queer
smile rippled over her face.
"You desire to see Mr.. Bernsrd. l pre-
sumo. He will be down directly Will
you be seated -
We sat u few moments ia silence. |
was terribly embarrassed aud filled
with the g!oomiest forebodings, while
she gazed. with An absent air. on the
toe of her slipper Finally she arose,
saying
Il think, perhaps. hal better sum
mon my guardian, for it will take him
a good half hour to get down stairs"
grasped her arms as she would have
passed me.
"Florelle. do you not know me I"
Indeed do not. she replied, with
the greatest semblance of amazement.
Forgive me. | am your guardian y
\ most grieved aud amazed express
sion stole over her features. working
convulsivcly al instant. and then she
burst into q passion Of weeping, sob
bing
How could you SO cruelty deceive
me.'
surely. how could =" l iterated
"lt is past my own comprehension"
,lrew her toward me. softly stroking
her curls; bu, the sobs did not ahate
Believe me" aid. hating myself
more sincerely than l had hated the
false Al,hea, Il deeply regret the part
have taSely played.
sohs kept OH. with sundry hysterieal
symptoms ths, nearly frightened me
ont of my wits And then burst into
paroxysm of seif-reproaches. inter
larded with all the enderaments could
recail-for. you see, il bad teen years
since | had had occasion for them.
AZ last the sufferer asked. in voice
wonderfully hrm for s.-rowing
girl, ,iclugins nay shirt front With
tears
But are you really sorry
"le>. repl,ci Il oan Bower su.ii-
GENTLY regre, woanding year tender
feelings thus, aud continued. with
,hs, abrup,ness evolved by an ener-
eeuey Il am prcfuad'y a.d conidiugly
in love
With me :" ani the curly head
wen; np. disclosing face >u>pio,ouly
shining
Yes with yon.
Excellent and Florelle efservcsecd
from my embrace. MY dear friend
the tables are turned.
What" just gaspot III my per
pleNity
Did you thing NE So ignorant Il
your real .elt: a~ yen A' Judge
Finch's Eloise saii you were CLAM
and misAn,hropic, and la have pretty
tame with yca. wrote sha, very pro