The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-01-27

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"a Gordon! a. Gordonp' echoed all,
catching Harry's mirthful spirit. =
Fright brayely, and always would l
respond to the cry of "a Gordon to the
rescue might it be ever fair Rose Cor
don," said Arthur. "Her's are the ten
derest blue eyes, mine ever looked into
the light of the soul beams from them,
and her complexion is so fair and soft it
makes one think of the bosom Of sea
she'll, in which the white and pink are so
delicately blended"
EYES," said Marion, 'eyes that beam
with the holy light of truth are always
beautiful
"Truth and love think it should be,"
said Walter, soto voee to his help meet,
over the salad.
"What sort of light do mine beam, my
poetic e-sis9" said Harry, shutting his eyes
tightly, and pushing his rogpish face into
Marion's: -'-- ''
"The light of boyish folly" she sale,
passing her hand lovingly over the closed
eyes, and in tones of playful sweetness,
pronouncing the words "Open, sesame"
Wide open came the bright, frank, merry
blue eyes, and around his sisters slender
waist the boyish arms were flung, and a
ringing, smacking kiss resounded through
the room. s'-r....
cob Harry you nearly knocked over
that charlotte russo" said the blushing,
girl, e1tricating herself from his ferYid
embrace. "But here comes Rosep
"Welcome, fair Rose, loyeliestof Flora's
charming train" said Arthur, with gay
gallantry, meeting Rose and his sister at
the door,. ''the on dit is that you well
understand the graceful art of placing
these garden and green house beauties to
please the eye of your gentle mistress,
la belle Flora. But what can We do
with this wildwood graft?" he said,
pointing to Jessie, who was already mis-
chievously pinning Walter and Annie
together with broad blue ribbon, while
they remained amusingly unconscious of
the trick, SO earnest were they in the
engagement of a pleasant tete a tetc.
Mrs. Maham now came to their aid, by
sending Harry and Jessie to feed the
canaries, which had, been forgotten on
that busy afternoon. And very soon
after, Marion and Rose, with Arthur's
help, had formed the beautiful flower
steeples of the sweet-scented heliotropes,
crimson and white japonicas, bright gera-
mum blossoms, with their tender, fra
grant leaves, delicately perfumed, tea
roses and many other flowers which, in
that soft and temperate climate, are not
uncommon even in December. e",' =
The arrangement of the table being
completed to their satisfaction they
passed through the elegant suite of
rooms thrown open for the reception
of the guests, giving finishing touches to
curtains and vases; then, like wild birds
on the wing, the happy girls flew up
stairs to make their evening toilettes,
and, girl like, they collected in one room
-"Annie's bower" as they afectionately
called it.
Reader, have you ever been happy,
gay, light-hearted girl? Then you have
not forgotten the delight with which
jewels, ribbons, laces and dresses were
laid out for display, previous to the wear
ing; how their merits were discussed and
their colors blended. You have not, per-
haps, forgotten either the quick throb Of
your heart, as the pleasing form of some
manly youth rose before bright fancy's
vision, and that heart an1iously qles-
toned: "Will he admire?"
After fully enjoying the mysterious,
undefnable and womanly pleasure of
dressing" our young friends were all
successfully, becomingly and gracefully
attired. Jessie wore the crimson dress
to please Harry, and in the clasp of An
nie's broach was firmly fastened Walters
little blue violets and geranium leaves.
AS was her Usual custom, Annie sought
her father in his library for kiss Of
approval and look of loving admira-
ton before the arrival of their guests.
"Papa, dear Papar' she exclaimed as
she entered the room, show do you like
my dress? and is your Annie beautiful
in your eyes tonight" e." r.
"Your father was called out a few min
utes since," said Walter Maham, rising
from the Doctors arm chair.
20, Walter! how vain and foolish you
must think mew she said, blushing deep
ly; "but, it pleases, Papa to have me
chatter SO to him. = = 49, '.- = =
Who could accuse Annie st. Julien Of
vanity? Surely, not one who has known
her, even in childhood, and prizes he,
lowly, gentle spirit, as in very truth it is
her "gracing grace"
81 thank you, dear Annie, for wearing
my humble flowers in preference to
Egan's splendid camelia. I must con-
fess was jealous of his beautiful japoni'
ca, fearing it would prove powerful
rival for my homely little violets. One
suit granted, beggar-like prefer an
other"
"Oh, no! oh, mol how could you think
SO, Walter? Apart from my preference
for the modest little violet, how could
you think Mr.. Egan's gift could be pre-