The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1877-12-13
SECOND LOVE.

Fairy-like in stature, with laughing
blue eyes and dimpled mouth, smooth,
fair skin, coral lips, and vivacious face
very lovely was Elsie Peyton. But it
was only outward beauty of form and
color Weak ana selfish, creature of
unstable impulses and effervescent feel
ing, lived only in the present, and had
no greater aim IN life than to be consid-
cred the reigning belle at a ball, or to
add one more to her long list of conquests.
And yet she had won the love of noble
man, one who combined with the sterner
attributes of true manlinesss gentler and
tenderer qualities, so seldom found in
masculine natures.
When Oscar Temple first met Elsie
Peyton, he was fascinated and bewildered
by the witchery of her youth and beauty,
and frequent meetings strengthened the
charm of her beauty. He saw her de-
fects of character, but determinedly
pushing back Judgment with her warn
ing voice, he welcomed Passion, with her
Turing wiles. So one night, as he sat be-
side Elsie, he threw his love at her feet !;
and, with siren-arms about his neck, her
heart huttering against his breast, and
her sweet, alluring eyes flaming into his
own, he vowed answering fidelity to her
forever. In the ecstacy of succeeding
months-months in which Elsie answered
vow with vow, and caress with caress-
his heart sung the exulting pecan, I" She's
mine-all mine.
But the end soon came. Elsie quickly
began to get tired of this last melodrama,
and sighed for new heart TO conquer.
Oscar, with a lovers keenness, detected
the signs of disaffection, but fought de-
tinedly his suspicious.
Elsie stands beneath the chandelier,
her golden hair glistening in the flood of
it's soft light. She is in full dress, and
is awaiting her lover to escort her to a
party. She is toying with sparkling
diamond with graces her finger, and her
lips are parted with a musing smile,
Evidently she is in the midst of a deli
cious reverie
Carlos Olivero! / shall see him again
tonight she murmurs, exultantly.
There are footsteps in the hall. She
starts from her reyerie, and turns to
greet her lover
Gazing proudly upon her, he takes
both of her hands in his own, and kisses
her lips, murmuring words of love and
admiration. With a pettish movement,
she turns from his caresses, and envelops
herself in an opera-cloak. A disappoint-
ed look stole across his features as he
scanned her half-averted face.
Why do you greet me so coldly,
Elsie? Are you not glad to see me?'
ooh, yes; but one cannot always be
in heroics," she said, with shrug of the
shoulders. "Come, it is nothing; we
shall be very late"
He followed her out to the carriage,
and they were rapidly away.
Lights, the glitter of diamonds, and
the soft rustic of sheeny silks. Delicious
strains of yoluptuous music rose and
fell; flying feet glided through the large
dancing-room, steadily beating the lively
measure. Foremost amongst the dancers
was Elsie Peyton, her face suff'used with
the color of blush-roses, her eyes scintil-
lating with excitement, her lips slightly
parted, and her white breast painting and
heaying with delirious exercise Her
partner was Carlos Olivero, tall man,
with clear olive complexion, dark, fiery
eyes, and profuse curls of black hair.
His head was bent down towards the
his shoulder, and her floating curls
brushed across his face, and fell like lines
of gold upon his dark beard.
In the deep embrasure of bay window
Oscar Temple stood watching his be-
trothed with dlstracting emotion. Two
gentlemen stood near him, hidden from
view by the long, trailing curtains; but
their voices were distinctly audible.
Little Miss Peyton is having a Jolly
filtration with that Spaniard, Olivero,"
said one, with laugh.
by Jove, yes" auswesed the other,
with a shrug of the shoulders. THANK
heaven, she is not my betrothed,"
She is gloriously beautiful. One
glance of her flashing eyes is enough to
ensnare the yerieSt anchorite, much less
hot-blooded Spaniard."
81 fancy she is in earnest this time
Oivero claims to be fabulously rich
noble family, castle in Spain, and all
that sort of thing A egular Claud
Melnotte, you know She'll snap at the
gilded hook; never fear"
But there's Temple. She surely
WON tiToW MN over LOT tnal DeWnls-
kered jackanapes?"
She'll be true to her instincts
women always are
Oscar Temple waited to hear no more.
Goaded almost TO madness by the bit of
gossip he had heard, he stepped through
the long French window, which was
opened and unshuttered, and walked
hastily down the smooth lawn. Many
colored lamps hung from the trees; the
night was warm, and the long columns
of yellow moonlight streamed through
the trees. Many merry couples were
strayiRg along the pebbled walks: but
avoiding them, he walked nervously for
ward, conscious of naught but his own
torture of heart, until voice broke IN
upon his abstraction.
Peering through the trees, he saw FL
sizes trailing silk robes glistening in the
moonlight; and near her, very near. he
could see the outlines of a manly form.
"Ah, Carlos!" she is saying, 81 do
love you-you know not how much"
"Then you will come with me to
sunny Spain, my bride-my peerless
bride?"
But Oscar?" she commenced with a
eoquettish air.