The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1880-07-16


by the mirror, while she sat in the fra
grant haze that blew through the cur
tanned lattice, waiting in the sweets OF
jasmine and heliotrope. On the saffron
maze of perfected years she saw the
dlmly -litnned pictures of lost opportu-
mites for rosy SHINING, and dreamed, as
she scanned the lines in the architecture
OF her life, of more than one buried
chance for trausgression whose bridal
robes OF pallid and half-torgotten advsn-
tages rustIed in the low, musical airs OF
her memory.
Rising 1anguidIy from her chair she
crossed the velvet floor TO corner OF
her chamber where her glossy coated
horse stood patiently stamping bon-boHs
in his satin lined stall of sandalwood,
The noble brute turned, and, affection
ately placing his nigh fore-leg around
her waist, looked down in her lapis-
laxuli eyes with that iueffable express
sion OF horse.
Eyes, Toto" sighed the vonng girl !;
"the esprit dc corps may fail but, car
ont6a, have ! not thee Thou vert
my friend OIL the old stone bridge at
Florence, @hen the Marquis came not,
and even now | hear the fall of thy
hoofs that beat down the echoes OF
eighty centuries and made the shallow
arches ring as rang the sword against
the diamond studded breast of him OF
Buondelmonte when Easter lilies of the
Va d'Arno opened their pale throsts
for his bridal blood"
The strong nature of the horse, sub
dued by the melancholy memories OF
that bitter night beside the flashing
-Arno, melted in fiery blast at the
young girls passionate utterance, and
the sympathetic animal ciaSped her
more closely to his loving breast.
Gwendolln Trevylin had indeed suf-
tered. The apotheosis of society, she
bad lived socially, and though perhaps
stern mothers OF the lower classes had
pointed her out to milksop sons as
something to avoid, she crushed above
them in the chariot of her iEsouciance,
and looked upon the world from ont
her calm, pale eyes as plain upon
which battles were to be fought, but
not battles of arms. Bred in diploma
cy, she left the fierce whirl of contend
ings to those below her, while she set
up jobs on all whom the wrath OF her
passionate being might fall.
FAIR SINNERS FAME.
In the vulgar language of the CON-
mon world, she may not have been good
But she was sociable, and dill as soci-
ETY. demanded, Notwithstanding that ii
might involve peccadilloes from which
the vulgar mind shrinks. At Caprera
there had been murmurings of eminent
ly social proceedings, and at Pisa too
wild narratives sprang from the mouthI
Of men and mingled with the airs thai
blow swiftly down from the gray anc
tan of the Appenines. The church
bells of Rome had whispered her fam,
in their dusty belffies, and Naples anC
Venice looked on her with curious eye
as she ffoated on the Vesuvian ba,
like cloud in the spring sky, or swep
the water street like the down of tn
dandelion. The flashing sunbeams Q
many climes had wintered il
the fragrance of her gilde6 hair, ant
the clouds Of disappointed hopes lurke'
in the brows that shaded her lashei
'sHe will come, Toto" said she, di'
engaging herself from the warm en-
brace of her horse and crossing over t
her Bengal tiger, that slept in anothe
corner OF the apartment "and you m
lovely Fidelia, my brave mistress
the stormy jungle, you know you
part" The graceful tiger snarle
pleasantly at her mistress and curve
her claws. eyes, yes,'' continued til
girl, as she took down the myst
masses OF molten gold from the miro
and with a quick turn OF her gracefi
arms, adjusted them to her head !; I
will come and he will remember. IL
night under the Italian stars, when |
let me wander among thelpnrple li:li
by the Arno, waiting in wretehedne
for the soft tones of his satin voic
And be will face clouds darker ths
the mountain storm he braved by Il
border, though the warning bree