West Feliciana sentinel. (St. Francisville, La.) 1876-1877, 1877-07-21

! tnOuSntS,
Which, as her winks and mods, and ges-
lures yield them,
Indeed, would make ono think there
might be thought,
Tho nothing sure, yet much unhappily.'
Like Ophelia too, her passion is for
! flowers, you saw how she had declled
herself with them !; since the loss of her
mind, have never seen her without
some adOrnment of the kind. So great
| is her love for flowers and her desire to
crafty it, that I have known her to
travel ten or twelve miles in search of
them. She is known and respected by
| every one and no harm has ever befallen
her in her wauderings. Her home is
| with n married brother, but she is rarely
there, as confinement is irksomc, she is
allowed to go where she pleascs and s
she is SO well known and pitied within q
circuit of fifty miles, her friends fell no
uncasiness OH her account, although Of
ten she is absent from homc for days at Il
time; every door is open to the gentle,
harmless creature, for who is so hard
hearted as to refuse shelter to one of
Gods unfortunates, or deny her a simple
meal of bread and milk, all she over re-
quircs?
In all the neighborhood, there was no
sweeter nor prettier maiden than Lucille !;
gentle and refined, loving all aud beloved
by all, she was universal favorite. In
her ninteenth year she became engaged
to n gentleman, q resident of 4 distant
part of the State, but who was then
his in tho neighborhood. At first there
was some slight opposition to the mar
riagc from Lucille father, Mr.. Delmor,
why, know not, as Edward Harvey was
i'll all respects a gentleman, I believe a
christian gentleman, finally, however. the
athor gave his consent and who SO hap
py then as Lucille' Poor Lucille. You
must know in those days, travel was not
as expeditions us it is now; a trip to ''thc
city," as we call New Orleans, was quite
an event in onr simple, monotonous lives
tho peaceful Arcadian lives of Southern
planters, and she who maze the trip WIS
generally burdencd with plenty of COM
pared at homo by the nimbio fingers of
her mothers neat seamstresscs, but the
welding vail of tulle, and the white
gloves necessary to complete her attire,
could only he procured in New Orleans.
A friend of'the Delmor family widow,
Nugent by name, was going down, and
she very willingly consented to make
the required purchases.
l was one of the selected brides maids,
and rs l lived some twenty miles from
Mr.. Dclmor's plantation, went there a
week before tho time appointed for the
wedding. 1 found tho other maids of
honor there also, and q merry time re
had, frolicing, singing and dancing; as
happy and joyous as the birds that war
bted to US all day from their 1cafy per-
ches in tho magnificent live-oaks that
led to the house, and l may we'll add
as thonghtlcss,
The wedding day was fixed for the 18th
of April, the prophetic month of smiles
and tears, and three days before that time
Mrs. Nugent returned from the city. A
servant, the morning following her arri-
val, brought over the pa ckage we were
expecting. ''Do open it now, Lucille"
called out Lena, 4 younger sister, ''and let
us inspect the lovely veil; am sure it is
within" With a smile Lucille complied
with her volatile sisters request, but
hardly had she opened the package, than
q cry of horror from her lips startled us
all. Her mother and myself sprang
quickly to her side, but before we reach
ed her she had swooned away, the un-
lucky package falling from her nerveless
hands disclosed Il black crepe rail and 61ach
gtores, After applying the usual restora-
tives, in u few moments tho fainting girl
revived, but no efforts ofours could soothe
her distressed mind.
'Mrs. Nugont has made n mistake and
sent tho wrong bundle, q mistake that
can be easily rectiiied,'' we said again
and again. .'Nomattcr' she would shud-
deringly reply, 'it is none the less omin-
Gus, oh! 1 hnow, 1 feel that fate has somo
terrible misfortune in store for me- Fin
ally we gave over our endcavors to quiet
her, in despair, and her mother dispatch
parcel to Mrs. NuGent, to ascertain the
cause of the unfortunate blunder.
The poor woman was Mortified. "What
have l done" she excla med in dismay.
'How could I have made such u mistake!
unwittingly have exchanged two pack
ages. Mrs. johnson, who you know has
just lost o SOD, commissioned me to pur-
chase 6t0ck gloves and u crepe vail, and
by some mistake 1 neglected to mark the
different packages, us onGht to have