Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1878-05-10

though | had stolen the fashion Of her
costly embroidered shawl. Aside from
the name, there was little in common be-
tween us, certainly no love. At this
party she quite outshone the bride. l
found it curious to watch her.
"Her lightness aud brightness did shine with
| such splendor."
But not long did I watch my double,
for, my dear, at this very party l saw
him-my ideal hero-my fair prince.
From all that goodly company singled
him out at glance. There was the
Greek profile. the black curly hair, the
Byron peak and all.
Imagine the emotions Of your friend,
when to her secluded window seat this
very young gentleman was brought and
presented as "Mr. John Trevalyan." fit
wasn't just Trevalyan, it was quite as
respectable name. The John I'll stand
by.
Well, he stood by me and talked to
me for a bright, wonderous half hour,
precisely as though l had been a full
grown belle; and I under the spell of
his pleasant fattery, fell in with the lit
tie make believe, and chatted away;
quite at ease and heard and said some
things that were really not so bad. Yet,
when spoke, it seemed to me it was
some one else talking in second double
My very voice had an unfamiliar sound
Mr.. Trevalyan talked of poetry, art,
music and flowers, in low, sweet be-
quilting, particular way after the manner
of his kind. He said, of all the fine
arts, his enthusiasm was decidedly for
sculpture $50 cold, so pure, so exalted"
and he begged to know, if shared his
aesthetic preference l suppose, if | had
been properly trained, or year or two
older, might have answered: II
am enraptured with Beethoven,
Mozart Henry, Russell and the Seguins
dearly love art-Titian, Michael An
gelo, Benjamin West, but adore pco-
try-Milton, Byron and N. p. Willis.
| AS it was, with desperately honest
impulse, 1 replied:
81 admire art and music, poetry and
all such things, but I don't know much
about them yet. To tell the plain truth,
my particular enthusiasm is just-horses
| suppose it is perverse and improper,
and all that but do know something
about horses, and love them"
My hero smiled in beaming, induI-
gent way, and declared that he partici-
pated in my enthusiasm--that his love
for horses amounted to quite passion
and he fatterad himself he owned the
fastest trotter in all that region.
"Ah p at that moment, to quote from
dear Mrs. Bremen, "our souls met"
Mysterious sympathy of passionate
young hearts
His eyes upon a nearer view were
gray, but their expression was full Of
poetic sensibility. They beamed with
tender Difference, half wistful, half
wicked, hardest of all looks for even lit
tie women to resist. l suspect the fell
low knew it. They all do.
There was now and then a mysterious
shade of sadness over his brow-an in-
teresting, Laura like frown that came
and went in that festive hour, | OWNED
that young as he was, he had great
thoughts and ambitions, great sorrows
and sins, or meant to have them, which
was all the same.
At parting, he begged for my bsu-
quet, sprig of geranium, which he
placed in his button hole for 'rcmem-
brance.' Then he asked leave to visit
me, which I graciously accorded. Then
we murmured our adicu.
went home with my head among the
stars. My DEAR absurd as it may seem
| really believed that night l had met
my destiny, and met it on the whole in
a very satisfactory shape.
| did not know just when to look for
my admIrer, but was ready for him
morning and evening. Igrew strangely
careful of my dress. | assiduously
curled and brushed my hair. L applied
cosmetics to my sunburnt face. | slept
in kid gloves.
These alarming symptoms were not
unnoticed by my tender mother; but she
noticed that my manner had grown quiet
and maidenly, and she took great COM
fort thereat.
Six days and nights waited in vain.
The seventh, magic number, brought
not him but letter. 1t was a dainty
looking missive, all rose tinted and gilt
edged. This was before the time of en-
velopes-a remote age bordering on the
"Drifted PERIOD you may think. in the
insolence Of your nineteen summers.
1t was directed-tbis letter Of letters
in one Of those rearing Italian hands
once so fashionable. IL was sealed with
lilac colored wax and the seal bore the
motto-who will rcmbor il though
didn't in the least know what it meant
then--of" Tojours |idete."
With my heart beating into my finger
tips broke the seal opened the letter
The very first line was something start
ling .unequivocal my Dearest Lover
Without waiting TO read another word
/ turned TO read the signature Oh, my
prophetic soul it was John Treyalyan.
Imado no copy Of that letter and find
memory has been little unfaitbful in
regard 10 the exact wording. know
that read il with great satisfaction--in
especial, lover like inventory il con-
tanned Of my most amiable and adorable
characteristics. There we're things set
down there that / supposed were only
known 10 myself.
Towards lie close the letter assumed
a practical tone. III will with your
leave" il read. "call on your father IN
day or two. In the meantime, love.
perhaps you had better confde our secret
| 10 no one unless il be your brother Tom"