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the SOUTHERN WORLD, JULY 15,1884. 823 I am aorry you could not condescend to Heart m light ai the morning air explain yesterday. It would have been TnMnn U «fliL o L , ?! 1 . 1 ?» 0 i r J hade of «“• &rs pleasant,” a little reproachfully Z'“ r ~ as she took the young lady’s arm by way of personal appropriation. Waffl.? by the ?P arkll “K «trcam •lyes; l am very sorry, Mrs. DeSaus- mi heart iuii pure Sf : sure. I did not mean it. It was a giddy Unvexed bv the ruth of a single < niece of pleasantry I intended, hut meant the stream flows on. L an n Please let ua trv to forcret it ** i Gaming as oue In a morning dream, no harm, rieaae lei ua try to iorget it, Lazily watching the laughing Stream answered the girl. Sporting its way in the noonday beam— “ Yes; or at least forgive. _ I am very | And the stream flows on. sorry myself. Feaster about: her if you have." I t"i ul y? ‘ ne w >‘ o« ye “Oh, no, not a word; please do not eart h ^»!f k with the bale of < imagine such a thing. She knows noth- 1 ing, and will never know.” “Then I have to thank you, Drucie. You have saved me from a sad humilia-1 I have had a long talk with Mrs.I at least forgive, i am very " 1,u kUC stream nows on. !• . S aV ? you spoken to Miss A strong man stands by the riverside Ut It ? I wish to apologize to Thoughtfully watching the fretf" tide iave.” . _ I by l . h . e «?Uoi ' j when turn- opened Into the And the tile (lows on. His stature bent by tne toil of years, ayes bedimmed bv unbidden tears, And heart half-sick with gathering cares— And the tide flows on. An old man waits by the ocean shore. Counting the years that have gone before, 5 siting there for the ship to come My mamma is alone to-night, I cannot I may I show yon and Miss Feaater the | leave her long.” | library ?” ** Oh, yes, with pleasure,” replied the „ ........ Jady, whose refined taste was charmed me too. Mrs. roaster, would you mind with the elegance on every hand, leaving the house with your woman for An hour was spent in the library and a little while? I wish you to take tea billiard room and the study, and then with me. Miss Feaster has promised.” retracing the high gallery that connected | * Aunt Seely will be sadly disappoint- the library with tne parlor, they 4« Jr 11B * 8 Propuriufi t®a for you.” tered its luxuriant precincts, when “ Oh, 1 will see Aunt Seely and make ing to the right a door opened ini mv excuses,” and that haughty lady, picture room. who would not have hesitated twelve “ Here are the pictures. The most of hours ago to have put the mistress oat them are family portraits—some of them of the house, went into the kitchen to very old. They were nearly all painted propitiate her negro Blave with an ex- abroad. You see by the antiquated cne- | cuse for a petty disappointment. “Aunt tumes that they belong to the long years Seely, I cannot stay to tea, but you must ago. Shall I catalogue them for you ?” let me have a handful of your nice crisp “ Oh, yes, if yon please.” 1 wafers,” she said, taking a roll from a ** This, then, to begin at the head, is dish on the table. “ I wonder how you the Marquis DeSauasure: the lady is the make them so nice. Violet can make no Marquise. They are tne parents of Louis, who came over with Ma- l rion to found the American bouse. Thia is he, and the lady is his pretty wife, Kegina DeUraffenried. They came over together but weie married in Charleeton. tion Feaater, and we have arrived at a friend-. „ BlHn g V nere ior tne snip to come ly understanding. I have been very To bear him hence to h’.slong, long home- unjust to her,” said the lady in a frank w ... A “ d th ? dde flows on; i .. h >> confessional that surprised the young To bearhim away to his ?ong?iong home, “Yes, missus, des hep yosef,” said '% am very glad you have. Mre. De- \ ‘"“7 d “ k M.rv end I ere I Saussure, come to afriendlyunderetend-1 nee onton. I vning to take tea witfiMraiteSansstire. , mg witn her. tdey are most excellent For a moment a feeling too deep and You need not make any for us,” apolo- This fin* old gentleman next is his son people, an d the .{5^^ 18 a Paragon tender for uttorance hushed the room as gized her mistress as they turned and Francis, and the lady Henrietta, his of sweetness and sensibility. I am sur- the sweet voice floated out into silence, 'oft the honest creature chuckling over wife. This lovely girl with the sweet prised that you had not found this out and then Mrs. Coleman arose and went the compliment and wondering in her blue eyes ia their daughter Isaura—now 44°J e * x r to her, and stooping to kiss her, said: soul “ wat’s gwine ter happen now, dat Mrs. Peyton. She is still living—very I am sorry tnat l nave not. Iam “ My dear, I must pay you the tribute I proud uminans climbed down offer high I old—hut still retaining traces of her trying to prevail upon them to remain in 0 f a tear.” noss.” youthful beauty. She Vs our Aunt Per th® cottage. I-Will he so wretchedly “i 8 Jt not ravishing?” asked Mr. It was an event striking mouth-wide ton, of Riverside. The three pictures lonely without them. Will you help me, I Coleman, whispering to Mrs. DeSaus-1 wonder to all the darkey household to I were painted in Paris by Daviu. This Dra®!® 7 , , . , sure. seethe overseer’s wife and daughter en- gentleman perhaps you can recognize. We have been trving to persuade “Wondrously sweet,” softly answered tering the “big house” on terma of such Mrs. Feaster. It is my late husband, them to take Thornhill. We drove Miss the lady. apparent familiarity with the mistress. Kdward. This more youthful portrait is FeaBter up there/his morning, papa and | “I have never heard that voice sur-| “ I golly, yon’s cornin' de Fister gal | also his. It was likewise painted by David. This lady yon need not be told of, as she standa before you. And this last is my son. Do you think it a good likeness, Miss Feaster?” quickly turn ing an inquiring glance upon the face of the girl who stood before the picture I, and she is delighted with tne place; passed in tender sweetness,” continued und her mammy wid missis. Suilin’s hut they cannot promise anything until the gentleman. gwine ter happen, suttin, slio’ suttin,” \fi4» T?oaafov vohivna .. v .• • I Feaster returns. “1 could wish to hear that song when Ba *d Jske. Oh, you mast not steal them away j come to die,” answered the lady: “ Yes it from Die, rUcl ,®* that great 14 Waiting there for the alilp to come large house yonder and think how lonely To bear me away to my long, long home, _ I bumfln happen, you better knnwd am, fur a fac,” corroborated I must be there, with not a white soul While the day grows dark in the evening’s gloam it,” said the sage Nate, with a wise nod with hands unconsciously clasped and near.” And the tide flew, on, of the head. lips parted as if breathing blessings “ But, Mrs. DeSanssure, we can renew Oh, the thought will haunt me all the <• Wat ’tie ?” asked Clary. upon the handsome face that looked so our intercourse and interchange visits, night,” and then murmuring to herself: You can spend your time with friends. I “ I do not wonder—I do not wonder. Clary “I spec Jidge Middletown’s gone an ...... T i . • I went an’dide an’Missis Fister’s gwine What about Mrs. Lawson? And if they III B bo sang that for him, I do not won- U er her fortin agin. She was a Mid- . do take Thornhill, Mary and I will cornel der,” and with a sudden impulse she. I die town, you know, an’ th«» Middletowns I startled from her unconscious fascina and see you and comfort you in your sol- too, arose and went to the singer, and h B monsus rich. I had a wife that be- tion. itude the best we can,” answered the bending over, kisBed her head. longed ter dem—long afore the young “ Yes, I think so. It was painted by girl touched by the “ 1 ,rK “-‘-i j j , . ,, . i»-•-* .. ... - kindly down upon her from the canvass. “ Oh, yes, I think it very much like him,” she replied with a little blush, voice. They had now remounted the bank where the carriage was waiting. “ If you ladies will excuse me, I will lady’s pathetic The girl turned, and looking up won- jady rund away an’ married her daddy’s Ladd. It was only finished'last Fei>- deringly at the two ladies, Barn: oherseer.” ruary. It was very fortunate that he You are both very kind. You have ] made me so glad.” “ You have made me more than glad. I “ Soully sakes erlive, is dat so, Unkle had it painted for me before he went Nate, is dat Miss Fister ebher a Middle- away. It is almost the only comfort I town ?” asked Clara. | have left. Here are other pirtm “ 'Deed she was—de dater o' ole Jidge some very old and rare. This,” point- I seed her long ’fore ing to a gem, “ in by Correggio, and this she rund away. She was mity gran’, is by Murillo. Here is one by Vandyke, r, .. ' Is a Titian. walk with the girls,” Mrs. DeSaussure You have given me a joy that will out — said as the others awaited her at the live any gladness, said Mrs. DeSaus- Middletown beBef. carriage. sure. she rund away. I— “Certainly. Drive on, Pleas. I bus- “ You have charmedius all. Miss Feas- too, she was, iis’ arter she cumed back and here, this pretty face pect your master is come,” said Mrs. ter.. I am sorry I exhausted my little from j em furnn parts,” said Nate, low- This head is an ideal by Kir Joshua Rey Coleman. lexicon of tributes this .morning. I do ering his voice as the mistress and her nolds. The most of all these are by the “ Miss Feaster. I have to apologize to so wish to say something worthy the guests approached. old masters. I must have you see them you for a petulent rudeness yesterday exquisite melody you have given us,’ The sun was now gone and the twi- by daylight, Miss Feaster. They show evening. Can you forgive me?” asked said the gentleman. light was falling. The rooms had been much - better by day than by candle Mrs. DeSaussure aB the three walked on “ Thank you, sir. iou can best repay hit and the chandeliers in the hall and light.” after the carriage. me by giving us one of your exquisite parlors were in a brilliant blaze, as if “Yes, if you please. I could wish al “ Certainly; it was my impertinence I sirs on the violin. Miss Drucie, please for a grand reception. It was to drive most a day by myself to see and study that provoked your ill humor, and I take my place and I will get papa s vio- Uway the oppressive gloom of the indoors them,” answered the girl, should apologize to you. Will you par- lin for Mr.'Coleman, and we will have that the mistress had ordered them to “Then you shall have it—to-morrow don me,Mrs. DeSaussure,” answereathe Part II., Sonata No. 8 from Mozart— be thus lighted every evening at sunset. H you wish—and as often thereafter as girl with an honest solicitude in her | violin and piano-^Signor and p'gnora | At sight of the brilliant illumination | you would care.to come. And now as glance. “Oh, no, it was not your fault. . „ , , was all my own and I have been very bn. " You perhapB wonder a little at my I will be glad to oblige you.” sorry for it. Will you kiss me?” stop- Drucie took her place at the piano, having the house lighted so brilliantly/’ “ Thanks; then, come, this is our mo ping abruptly and confronting the girl, and with a deprecatory protest, the gen- she said, noting the surprise, “ but since *ic room,” turning into a spacious con- Miss Feaster inclined her face toward tleman good naturedly took the instru- my son has gone the house seems so servatoire. her and to the wonder of both girls ment and without ado, they rendered large and gloomy and cheerless that I >' ith her simple modesty the girl the proud lady drew the blushing face the delightful sonata in excellent taste, could not bear it at night without the opened the piano, and without waiting to her and kissed her forehead and then Other pieces followed and Miss Feas- lights. Lven with all that I can do the for further urging, dashed off a dainty her lips, while unbidden tears attested ter was asked to sing again. sadness is almost insupportable. little air from Rossini. Then a little the sincerity of the oblation. “ Very well; mamma mnst help me.” Yes, I can imagine what your feel- song, and then, forgetful of the pres- After that they walked on in silence. “ Certainly, my dear,” answered the ings must be,” said Mrs. Feaster. as a ence, she wandered into one of her mas- At the cottage they found Col. Coleman, mother, taking the piano with a touch forecast of her own coming loneliness ic*l romances-little snatches from Mrs. DeSsaUsure hesitated at the gate, as delicate as ner daughter’s. came over her. » Ihoven, fugues J you com, in?” M kod M “ni^T^T£<?,»Eo'.T “ I almost feel like an intruder,” she gTTown,” followed with a delightiu! | ;«• »< I USPtSTX fc! answered. “Oh, no; please jot. They are mamma’s new found friends, but they are yours as well,” insisted the girl. “Yes; do Mrs. DeSaussure, please ' wish you to hear Mary sing. Have you ever heard her? ” I regret not.” ho™ Mrs Feaster^ bigged a » that is Tn it,” said the lady with own. At length the reverie got too far toSStlemanto blip* her with Dbrie, a Judder at the remembrance o f .{. h ® , for ex P reM,on and th ® ““I® me genwwux»xx w k the avenging stripes the Nemesis, Miss hushed, which he did m spirited style, and tne Co , e ® a waa £ 8Ure Bbe de8erv ^ ]aid „ TIl «* concert was ended. UDon her ’ r The friendly visitors took their leave, uponner. Drucie promising to come down the day 1 es, it i That was all very sweet,” said the lady. “ But stay,” as the girl arose to Drucie promising to come aown me u»y i *««, is sad to be so alone,” sym-1 go, “one more song. Sing that won- after to-morrow to learn the result of pathetically answered the lady, “ hut drous song again. I fancy its benioon Mr Feaster’s inquiries, and if possible one must not give way to the feeling, will rest upon me and I can sleep to- “ Then you should hear her,” insisted I £ 'vail upon him to take Thornhill. Sadness is aggressive and mast be re- night with it soothing my senses.” Drucie, and the lady wentin with them. Aftertheyhad gone Mrs. DeSaussure sisted with a brave defiance or it will | 'The Stream? Very well, if mam- The Colonel’s friendly enthusiasm had drew Miss Feaster to the window, and utterly overcome one. \ou should sur- subsided into the ordinary politeness “ a slight flush, said: I round yourself more with fnends.” v hen they joined them in the parlor, 44 jjfog Feaster, I feel that I have no 1 es, I &:id the commonplace civilities were r ;«ht to ask such a question, and l must anu nave a 41 — -• * 1 ” 1 Lt fnr<rivpnes8 in advance if it of-11 know it is yourself “ Yes, I have arranged for company a number of invitations ont. HP®""} 1 " *vou**sang this even-1 The parlor waa rich in all the splen heard you sing » B you Bang uu. « r r taken np without ceremony. A half HT forgiveness in advance if it of- Iknow it is folly to give wav to trouble lour’. diBcUBflion served to eihxust the K.” but will yoo toll, plewe tell This -ay. p e™.-e w.ll .it .r — s ock »nd Miss Coleman to relieve the | —if—if—be—I mean my ^ monotony of platitudes, said: ‘ ^ow, Mary, we must have the song. 1 ^®® m ber, papa came for nothing else. ’ ’ “ Then, your papa must have it,” she H ^3wered with a smile as she opened the i- ano. “ 1 will give you a little oratorio. ■ ornething papa was good enough to nte for me. The libretto, I mean; the 'sic, such as it is, is my own,” and Mch an exquisite prelade she sang: ma will help me. It is arranged for two voices.” “Oh, no, I cannot risk the charm of your own sweet voice. Sing it alone, and sing it for me,” said the lady earn- This way, please, we will sit in the par* estly. “ You are very kind, and I will alng it,” and sweeter, if possible, than ever she sang for the lady. “ And you sang. 1 Been anything to approach it—not I the song and arose. tn answer me so kind- even the elegance of Rio Vista which “N°,I do not wondernow. No Siren \oq are good ■ bed to know. I had given her such a surprised delight, ever had power to charm like hers. Ah, TBX STREAM. a --{hfa^ u ^^ 1 «®«‘eiountal8»Fi!if^ and sad.’’’ with the tears seeing the shy curiosity of the gii , ._ v . - floating °n fairy wings: ” and desolate, ana Bau, “Perbape it would interest yon to I the shadows of the park. And turning To or .hide of care | eboktog bervo^; ^ ^ $ ^ wbiie> | u> 0 k Ourough tbe bouse. Mi*. Feaster, | | into tbe bouse she went to her bed to And the spring flows on.