The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1879-12-26
TWO LIVES.

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1t was a slow aud lauguid thrilling
of his senses. So Vaughn Dare would
have worded his sensations, had he
suddenly been called upon to do so, as,
sitting on the broad piazza of the
Ocean House at Newport, he found his
attention riveted upon wOmans face
of such rare, such wonderful beauty,
that his gaze seemed fascinated.
She sat quite near him, reclining in
a low chair, her hands holding some
soft, feecy work. which, hoSever, had
made no progress uinee he had first
seen her
Her head, small and dsiulily poised
on the exquisite, sloping shoulders,
was covered with a luxuriant mass Of
dark red hair, which the wind blew in
innUmerab c little waves floating above
the low, white brow Her eyes, when
the long lashes lifted themselves from
the carmine- tinted cheek to betray
their color, appeared to hold in their
brown depths the same shade of red
which was 10 her hair lending a sort
of smouldering light, as though only
needing some powerful impulse to have
it burst forth Ia fame. Her lips,
richly red, aud not too full, parted
sover the strong, cleaning teeth. Ev
cry motion was replete with grace
A little group OF men surrounded
her, whose presence she seemed to suf
fer rather than to court. She rarely
laughed Now and again she smiled
"a faint, languid smile-ahen her
features would relapse back into the
Old indifference
"Too absorbed even to wish me
good morning, Mr.. Dare?' interrupted
a voice.
There was no outward visible sign
of the mans inward anathemas, as
Vaughn, instantly rising, courieously
dotted his hat to Mrs Tborne-a
young aud pretty widow of but twenty
four
"How glad I ana to see you;" she
continued. holding out a white, plump
little baud when did you arrivel
1 thought you still abroad" "
olives there a man with soul Sc
deadl' he answered laughingly. ~ or
see, it was that sort of thing, tuggins
at my heart strings, that brought mt
back, penitent, to my fatherlend.
reached New York some time las
week Really it was too hot to keeI
any account. of time, except as meas
ured by the Thermometer. As soon a
possible. I came down hers for
breath of fresh air Reached her,
late last night, and already" with
low bow, shave met my reward "
"Ah, see you have not yet forgot
ten your habitof making pretty speech
es! Fortunately, long ago l learnec
to estimate them at their proper value
But, tell me. did you find anything il
the galleries abroad lovelier han Laur
Sterne's face? Have you met her?'
Il certainly have met with no great
er miracle than the fact of one woma
according to another her due need O
praise. Dare 1 respond? or is it ira
for the unwary? She is pretty-rath
er. You see l am timid. | do not kno'
her Will you present mel"
with pleasure. Laura, havin
taken his arm and led him over t
where the girl sat, "this is my oil
friend, MIR. Dare. Mr. Dare-Mis
Sterne."
The red brown eyes lifted themselve
for a moment to his face; the carmin
burned in az instant to deeper stat
! On Tho baautff,,I obaak
With a little musical laugh, Mr.
Thorue glided away, the other mel
one by one, followed suit, and the ne
intruder held uudisputed possession
the prize.
The morning was precursor to tt
J days that followed. II grew to be
recognized thing that Vaughn Da
had stepped into the foremost Plac
and that, when he approached, othe
must fal'baek.
There were many who had ma(
desperate struggles to gain that whic
: seemed to fall to him by sort of Vi
} conscious right. He had drfted
Newport without purpose er inten
He found himself held there, as a We
. sci to its moorings; but he knew h
anchorage lay In Laura Sterne's smil
E How it lit up the lovely face! W.
it only his fancy that it always waite
his coming to first dawn in the wonde
: ful eyes, aud then to grow aud deept
J. until the red lips caughtit?
e Vaughn Dare is a fiirt, said Dan
Gossip
"It is diamond cut diamond" sa
Dame On Dit aetff R1
There is q fance awaiting 10 Got
: am, asserted Dame Rnmor.
But, spite of the three ansient 81
worthy ~ danes. the lovers geud,
their way content. srA+asss
Were they lovers2 Had they p
$, the question to thefhseises?, SbtA
e times they would spend hours almc
D without words, when Vaughn. thro
ing himself on the sands al Nj
3. Stern's feet, would let her ewes re
: dreamily ou the-perfect face, % viii
neither sun nor wind seemed ever
. rest with butlovrueimpress. q
Y "Have you picture Of yourself
st be asked her, one day.
"No, she answered. II have nev
had a photograph taken. Strange,