The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1882-02-23

'ue clustering rose vines at the home
gaze Auguste whispered tale of love
,n.o @ the ears Of witching little Edna
While she listened, blushing and delight.
ed' Unjust l confess it2) she completely
demolished heaps Of the precious roses
Don't blame her, oh ye knowing
danes of "Cnpid's Court" for WAS he
not her first lovcr?
Edna was just at the age so beautifully
expressed by Longfellow, as
STANDING, with reluctant feet
w mere the brook and river 1neetl
"omanhood and childhood fleet :"
lis then L maiden's heart begins to
stretch forth its tendrils in search OF
something to cling TO- And too often is
1t the case, that the first manly voice that
speaks to her in affections tones strikes
the magic chord, and il yibrates in
unison with the music of that voice
'Iis then new existence begins for her.
She is child no longer, and how quickly
VIII she mature into woman.
How sweet it seems to her to love and
be loved. All things wear a garb of
beauty-the whole world is the "coIor of
the rose" when viewed throug., the 70.
nance of cloves young dream"
True love is beautiful-'tis pure, bliss.
ful and holy. but, alasl too often are
the thorns of doubt and distrust hidden
meath the rose of affection.
1t is not to be doubted that Edna ac.
cepted the proffered love of Auguste
Lacy; and she believed her heart re.
spondcd to his in the same language.
So when they parted at twilight, the
simple village maid was the betrothed of
the elegant city gent.
An !! since that day, many nobler man
than he of kid glove, and eau de cologn.
notoriety has fallen captive to the charms
of Edna Linden.
My heroine was as willful, exacting
and capricious little fairy as ever lived,
and the way in which she exerted her
power over her lover was amusing. He
was the most abject slave to her whims,
and she ruled him with wand of iron,
but sheathed in velvet.
Once they we're strolling along the
banks of meandering brooklet, pluck
ing wild flowers, stopping now and then
to read some sweet love lyric, or prattle
soft nonsense. In fact, they were enjoy
ing the stroll very much in this lazy
fashion, when Edna suddenly cspied
some tempting muscadines in a tall tree,
whose branches extended over the stream.
Clapping her hands with delight, she ex-
claimed:
"Now, Auguste, dear, prove your love
for me by getting me some of those
splendid muscadinesl"
"Why, little Edna, do you require
more proof Of my love than 1 have al
ready given? Then pray exact it in
some other form, for I assure you am
not acquainted with the art of climbing.
You know love you, my rose OF beauty,
and will do anything can for you."
"No, no! you must get me some Of
that enticing fruit, or Danish yourself
from my presencep
With rueful glance at his kid gloves
and immaculate tucked bosom, he pre-
pared to mount the tree. Oh, "shade Of
Venus" protect himl
What would his city companions have
thought could they have seen the elegant
fastidious, dignifed Auguste Lacy climb
ing tree?
After painting and toiling upward with
flushed face and perspiration starting
from every pore, he reached the desired
fruit, and called family: "What shall l
do? l have no basket"
She answered briefly: "Shake then,
down."
He attempted to do SO. But, alas he
shock himself out also, and where should
he fall but in the middle of the stream
Fortunately, it was shallow water, but
pity him, nevertheless, for his soiled and
torn kids; his elegant cloth snagged and
wet; his tender flesh rock bruised. and
his face pale with anger!
1t was cruel in Edna to fall on the
grass and laugh until tears came into her
eyes, and fear she was wicked enough
m en;av thot fall n littl,.
With compressed iips and flashing
eyes, Auguste advanced to her, and said
"Well, has your ladyship any more com
mands to lay on me, or are you satisfied
with my ridiculous failure to comply with
your former one? I am glad that you
at least, enjoy the situation /"
Edna arose, and extended her hand
saying: ~ am so sorry, Auguste Dc
forgive me for laughing. If you could
only have seen how funny you looked
you would no. blame me-"
And again her joyous laughter burst
fc: Oh al remembrance of the scene.
"And how should I know you could
not climb? 1 thought all men could
Why, Tom Jenkins can run up tree
ike squirrel or monkey" and sht
smiled roguishly at him.
"I am sorry am not possessed of sc
commendable an accomplishment .,And
pray. who is the wonderful Tom Jen
kins?"
"Only one of my country friends
nothing wonderful. Would you like t
learn of him how to gatEs. "bullacesr
Mr.. Lacy bit his lips to hide the smile
that hovered there, for he was really