Year: 1867

when my soul is gushing with intense desire to
know whether or not occupy one little corner Of
your dear, innocent heart? Oh! why do you speak
with such cold dignity, when, withal, there is such
coauettish CLEAN in your blue eyes? All you
are cruel thus to triae with an honest heartl"


'Truly, Paul, you are very amusing The mere
idea of l. Daisy Leitner being accused of tritiing
with an honest heart is absurd if would
oondescend to do such thing -preposterous j.
And she raised her hands and eyes in holy horror.


'Then pray, Miss Leitner, by what name do you
designate such conduct as yours? Here have l
been for the last six months vainly trying to paint
my masterpiece, and often as take up my brush,
ere I can transfer to the dull canvas my impress
sons of Diana in her Sylvan glades, they are lost
in violet eyes and golden curls and can think OF
nothing but my ideal of feminine loveliness. ~
And the young artist, sighed and dewy light as
of 'sunshed tears beamed in his dark brown eyes.
"How very silly I am to be thus led on by "a
diant smile or honeyed word, meagerly bestowed
by a fair enchantress will no longer follow this
ionis tat1us that is Turing me through the bogs
of despair and disappointment, with the vain hope
of gaining at last the sunht valley of peaceful hap
piness, that smiles in the beyond!' And now the
brown eyes flashed with aroused pride, as Paul
Chisholm arose and paced the room with hasty
strides.


Daisy strove to look very innocent and uncon-
cerned, but in spite of her utmost endeaVors, q
saucy smile of triumph curled her coral bps, and
answering galy: 'Bravo, Paul 1 congratulate
you on the very sensible resolution you have made
she danced out of the ROOM


The above conversation took place in the private
parlor of Hotel in the beautiful town of NJ, In
the old Empire State. 1t was June, the month of
roses when the skies are bluest and the trees are
robed in brightest emerald. Mrs. Leitner and her
daughter, though residents of the neighboring
City of R., had come to NJ. to enjoy its mountain
breeses and healthful waters, during the summer
months


They had been established there about week
only, when they were Joined by Chisholm, the &C
knowledged artist, whose great genius promised to
wreathe halo of glory about his name. He was
of Southern birth, possessing fond impulsive ma
tre and an ardent love for the beautiful, both in
nature and art, but especially in the human face
divine 1t is no wonder then, that he almost
worshipped the sparkling, graceful Daisy. For





And when It wens the blue Of May is hung,


And on her lip the rich red rose. Her hair


Is like the Summer tresseS Of the trees


When makes them golden. And on nerch


Bushes the richness of an autumn sky


With every shifting beauty. Then her breath


II is like the gentle air Of Spring.


As from the mornings deWy flower 1t comes


Full of their fragrance, that Is a joy


To have it'round u.s. And her silver voice


Is the rich music of summer bird,


Heard in the stllnght with its passionate cadence"


Paul had repeatedly declared his fond, unchang-
ing love for her, though she, the little witch, would
have known it, if he had not. For it showed it.
self in every word and act, it breathed in every
sigh, it beamed from his eyes in every smile he
bestowed on her. And knowing all this, she still
seemed possessed of the very spirit Of Tantalus,
for she never would give him definite or decided
response to the caressing words he lavished upon
her.


At times, he was filed with joy by a smile, or
winning word, from her he so loved; and again,
he was driven almost frantic by cool, dignihed
bow when they met, or by seeing her flirting with
other beaux.


Oh! woman, most truly art thou called mys-
tery and Daisy Leitner was no anomaly In Wo'
manhood for the love that Paul offered her was
sweet and precious to her soul. But having no
Jealous fears to contend against it was out OF hel
power to resist the fascinating temptation to tor
ment him, and thus glory in her power.