The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1880-03-06

flames he had kindled, enlisted, and at
some time prior to the opening of the story
had, during an engagement, fought with
and wounded Lillian scousin. Jacques Flour
noy her aunt's son, and as he supp, sed at
the time had killed him. On the occasion
OF SO doing he had picked up on the scene
of the battle miniature of the pretty
Lillian, and naturally and properly fell in
love with her on the spot. Among the
characters were a jovial Irish Catholic
priest by name Father Burke the Hon.
Randolph Nelson. an ex-member of Con-
gress. together with his daughter Ivy; also
DR.. Harris Belmaine and Mr.. Atkinson,
all good and true Unionists.
| There were several Others on the other
side, among whom were Colonel Flournoy,
already spoken Of, who had lost an arm in
the Confederate service and been forbidden
to pay his respects to the beautiful Ivy by
her stern Unionist father in consequence
of bis political faith. There was the million
aire, Cr@sus Hites, villainous rascal, who
was rebel only because of the profit there
might be in it, and the Rev. Braxton Law
is an Episcopal clergyman, but super
serviceabe tool of the millionaire, Hites,
Balmann, tolerable shot, and Blow, an
editor and politician, as is proper with his
his suggestive name. We shall not attempt
to spoil the interest of the reader in this
charming st ry by detailing the plot but
may say that it is full of dramatic situa-
tions and is worked out in Il pleasant and
agreeable manner that keeps up the read
ers interest to the end.
At the risk, however, of bunting the
readers curiosity we will say that the fates
were propitious and Jacques Flournoy and
q mr. ~ Iuxy inI
happy. Her ladyship the pretty Lillian
sought by the ingenious method detailed
below to discover such infallible signs of
the tender malady as should indicate un-
mistakably " neither she herself was suffer-
ing any of the pangs of genuine love. The
extract below will show how well she sue
ceeded:
"Do YOU love him ever so much, dear?" what
queer question for you to ask, Lillian" she re-
pied, as slight flush overspread her cheeks ''of
course love Jacques, Or why should | expect to
marry mir him? q Why d you ever dream DIG not
question" said Miss Fairfax, ''but women are SO
funny; don't think they know half the time
whether they are in love or not Do you know,
Ivy, that the older grow the less know my own
mind? Pm in love sometimes then not in love;
at least have the feeling you call love. Ohl
dear! dear! Please tell me how yoa feel Ivy? Tell
me what the true symptoms of affection are?" She
put her arm around Miss Nelson's waist and kisssd
her An amuset expression fitted across Ivy's
face: 'Whas child you are" she said. "After
all the sweethearts you have had, Lillian. should
think you ought to know what it is to love" II
don't, though" answered her ladWhip. poutingly.
sometimes | think love man, when along
comes some other fellow whom l like better.
Number two is no sooner out of sight than ! ad-
mre number three, and so OH through the list. l
tell you, Ivy. don't think haveany heart" IF
that is the case darling, you have never been in
love. when woman is once in love, dear, she
very so IL finds it out. The symptoms are unmis-
taxable" "Well. but tell me how it feels?" per-
sisted Lillian, pettishly. Ivy hesitated moment.
" don't think l can describe the feeling ex-
actly," she said. However it's feeling that
concentrates itself on one man. Waking, you
think only OF that man: sleeping, you dream
only of him. All your pleasures are wrapped up
in his pleasures, all your pains in his paus. What
ne thinks is right you think is right; what he
thinks is wrong. you think Is wrong. You see
with his eyes. hear with his ears, speak with his
tongue; in other words you bee 'me, without
knowing it, his exact counterpart. II you are
happy whilesuch state of affairs exists, you are
in love That's the best explanation l can give
you Of the feeling Lillian had raised herself
slowly up while Ivy was speaking and was Look
ing at her in wonder; then her blue eyes filed
with tears. 'Oh dear! dear'' she cried, in a
tone of vexation, II thought was in love, but
never felt that way: wonder if men ever feel
so-they are all such brutes? woman worries
about man all day. She lies awake all night
wondering what he is doing; she thinks perhaps
he is courting some other woman, and she hates
him Ior it, and then weeps over him the very
next minute. She falls into troubled sleep, and
dreams she marries some other man, and is utter
ly miserable. oh, dear! l wish l were manp'
Ivy looked al Lillian and laughed. "Weli,
Lillian" she remarked. "when woman feels like
that she certainly has sonie of the symptoms of
love, but it must indeed be an unhappy feeling
when woman mlstrusts her lovers loyalty /
should judge such case to be one of unrecipro-
Gated affection" Lillian assumed an erect atti.
tude. Don't say that Ivy" she exclaimed,
'you make me feel perfectly unhappy, am sure
he loves me'
We commend this pleasant volume to
our readers.