Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1892-07-22

mean Ll3L your anger, your yInpn
your goddess, your syren. is-a slave.
y sIave?" exclaimed Gilbert.
Eyes. The African blood runs il
those purple veins The hereditar.
curse Of slavery hoYers over that grace
full and queen-like head"
But her skin is fairer than the lily.
"What Of that? Had you been plan
| ter, Gilbert, you know, you would have
| been able to discover, as | did, wher
inst now | stood close to that lovely
| girl, the Iatal signs OF neT DIfCn. Al
tie extreme corner Of the eye, and al
tie root Of the finger nails. the SOutL
| American can always discover the
trace Of slavery. though but me q o.
ii tie blood Of the despised race faint
| cd the object upon whom he looked"
But this girl seems an Intimate
friend Of your cousin, Adelaide; WIG
| can she be-" asked Gilbert.
ayes, that is the very thing that
puzzles me. Adelaide must be utterly
| ignorant of her origin, or she would
never treat as a friend one who. on the
other side Of the Atlantic, would be
| her Iady's-maid. But, hush, here comes
my aunt, she will be able to tell US all
about her guest"
Mrs Mnntresnr was still a Handsome
woman. She bore family likeness to
her nephew, Mortimer, who was the
only son Of her sister, while Adelaide
and Augustus Horton were the chill
dren Of her brother. Her fair ringlets
had, as yet. escaped the hand of Time.
No tell-taIe StreakS Of gray had stolen
amid the ShoWering locks. Her blue
eyes were as bright as those Of a girl.
and shone with the light OF good
hlimOr and bcneyOlence. She was not
-
lovable one. The young indiStinctiVelE
chung to her, and felt tilat within THAI
| ample bosom beat a kindly heart,
which long summer Of prosperity had
never rendered callOuS to the woes OF
others.
Come, gentlemen" she said gayly,
rs she approached the two friends;
this is really too bad. Here you are
IOlling on q sofa, wasting your sweet
ness on the desert air. while [ have.
ut least, half a dozen pretty girls wait
ing for eligible partners for the next
waltz. As Tor you, Mortimer" she adj
ded, shaking her perfumed fan, threat
emngly, at her nephew; you are real
ly incorrigible; poor Adelaide does
not even know you are here"
81 came in late my dear aunt, and |
saw thai both YOU and my cousin were
so surrounded by admirers, it was quite
impossible to approach YOU"
y pretty excuse. SIT, which neither
| nor Adelaide will accept" said Mrs.
MontrcsOr, laughing.
And then, again, [ wanted to have
Il chat with Gilbert"
"Out upon your gaIIantrv, sir; you
preferred talking TO Ar. Margraye to
dancing with your cousin and ailianced
Dridc4"
4 am not a very good dancer; | am
ant to tread upon the ladies' lace lioun-
ces, ana get my heels entangled III the
spurs Of young Dragons. | really
thought my cousin would rather be eX-
CHSed."
Indeed, sir" exclaimed Mrs. Mon
tresor, evidently rather annoyed by her
nepAcW'S Indifference, Il should not be
surprised If Adelaide should one DAY
ask to be excused from marrying you"
Good gracioUsm cried Mortimer,
playing with bis Watch-ch@in; do you
think my cousin is not very violently III
love with me?"
EFFICIENTLY in love with you? cox
comb. But, joking apart, really. Nor
timer, you are the coolest, most uup0-
rtIcal, SouIleSS creature l ever met
With"
My dear aunt" said Mortimer, apo
logetlcally, Il will freely own that
am not Il very sentimental person. Bat
what of that: My intended marriage
with my cousin, Adelaide, is by no
means Il romantic affair. In the first
place, Augustus Horton and [ are part
ners. My marriage with his sister is
therefore advisable, Oh the ground Of
commercial interests. That is reason
number one, not very romantic to be-
gin with. Reason number two is this:
you have two nepheWS and one niece;
you wish your fav0rite nephew (mean-
ing mel to marry your niece, in order
that one Of these days, having no chill
dfen of your own, you may leave them
the bulk of your fortune. There's
nothing particularly romantic in this.
You say to the two young people,
Marry and the two young people say,
Very well, we're agreeabie!' and be
VlSable and very proper, no doubt, but
not a subject for romance, my dear
aunt"
Bah, Mortimer, you're incOrrigible;
but | know that at the bottom Of your
heart you're very much in love with
your pretty cousin, Notwithstanding
your pretended Indifference"
Come then. nv best Of atlnts. For
give your most perverSe or nepneWS,
and answer me one question, for the
benefit of Gilbert Margrave here, who
has been beWitched by one of the lilies
of your ballroom"
Indeed, and pray who is the lady?"
THAT is the very question we want
you to answer" replied Mortimer,
leading his aunt to the curtained door
way of the ballroom. See, there she
is, that dark-eyed girl talking to my
cousin Adelaide"
That is Miss Leslie"
"What Miss Leslie?"
"The daughter of Mr.. Gerald Leslie
of New Orleans"
Indeed" exclaimed Mortimer.
Eyes. But you seem surprised"
81 am a little" replies the young
man, thoughtfully; Il did not know
Leslie had daughter"
But You see he has. since she is an
intimate friend of Adelaide's."
How did they become acquainted?'
They were educated at the same
school,"
Indeed. She is a very lovely girl
| and you must be good enough to intro
duce us to her, by-and-by."
Take care, Mortimer" said his
aunt; you are surely not going to fall
in love with Miss Leslie"
Not the least danger, my dear aunt
Though | would not say as much fol
| poor Gilbert here"
"Pshaw! Mortimer" exclaimed the
| young artist, reddening: "it is the paint
er's privilege to admire beauty with
out loving it."
No doubt of it, my dear bow" an
| Swered Mortimer; but unfortunately
sometimes a certain rosy-legged cen
tleman, with bow and arrows. cai'et
Cupid, steps in; the painter forgets ii
privilege, and the man falls in love
! with the artist model"