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NEW 13LOOMFIEL33, TUESDAY, JULY 17, 1877.
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A BRIMSTONE MATCH.
Oh, lior hair la as dark as the midnight wave
And her eye Is like kindling fire,
And her voice Is as sweet as the spirit's voice,
That chords with the seraph's lyre.
Hut her nails are ns shnrp as a toasting fork,
And her arms ns strong as a bear's
She pulled my hnlr and gouged my eye,
And she kicked me down the stairs.
I've got an eye that's made of glass,
And I'v got a wig that's new j
The wig Is frizzed in corkscrew curls,
And the eye is a clouded nine.
Bho may shake her knuckles full In my face,
And put tWe lamp to my beard,
And hold tlio broom stick over my bead
But I'm not a lilt nfcar'd.
For I've bound her over to keep the peace,
And I've bought me a crabtreo cane,
The justice will come, and the coustablo too,
If she meddles wllh me again.
My bead was a week In the linen cap,
And my eye a month In the patch j
I never thought that the torch of loyo
Would light such a brimstone match.
For The Times.
The Waltz and The Wager.
I E ARE quite ready, papa," said
V V Georgiana Melton, as she enter
ed her father's library, with her Hlster
Caroline. " Do let us go this very min
ute I am so Impatient I"
" I see you are my love, and therefore
yon will bo good enough to sit quietly
down, till I have finished my paper."
Georgiana bit her lips, and threw her
self on a sofa opposite a largo mirror,
while Caroline smilingly stooped to ca
ress an Italian grey-hound, which had
sprung from the hearth when she en
tered. While the three are thus occupied
Georgy with herself, Carry with her dog,
and their fond father ever and anon feed
ing his paternal vanity, by a shy peep
over the edges of his paper, we, my dear
reader, with your permission, take the
same liberty, with the sincere,but scarce
ly reasonable hope, that you may expe
rience as much pleasure in the survey ,as
did Sir Richard Melton.
No wonder the frown gradually clear
ed away from the polished brow of Geor
giana I No wonder her superb, hazel
eyes are so proudly lighted up, as she
gazes at the reflection in the mirror, of
her brilliant and aristocratic beauty.
She cannot be more than nineteen years
of age ; yet there is perfect majesty in
hermcin, and in the noble contour of
her form and features, as she lies with
her small head thrown haughtily back,
her white throat curved, and her fair,
round arms folded gracefully before her.
Her dress is of rich white satin, fitting
closely to her beautiful bust,and reaching
nearly to the throat, where it Is termin
ated by a row of swan's down. The satin
falls, which drape her dimpled elbow,
are-trimmed In the same chaste and sim
ple manner; but look! as she moves,
the sudden flash of diamonds from amid
the rich softness of th
I that simplicity alone cannot satisfy the
regal taste of the wearer. She is evident
ly fond of those "stars of the darkling
mine." They girdle her waist; they
ore wreathed on her snowy arm ; they
gleam like chain lightning amid the
braids of dark brown hair, which is
parted smoothly from her white veined
temples and plaited behind. Her head
Is exquisitely formed, her forehead is
fair and broad, her eyes are eloquent
with the beauty of a proud and generous
soul. The bloom on her cheek is the
richest hue of health and youth and
expression of her arched and glowing
mouth is Inimitably splrited,yet sweet as
a new-born rose. Altogether, Georgiana
Melton is about as radiant a creature as
ever thought fit to Illumine this snd,
cold world of ours. And now for the
fairy Caroline. Poor Carry I by the
side of her brilliant and stately sister
she Is like the lily of the valley In the
shade of a magnificent magnolia. Her
form what there is of It Is pretty and
light ; but her hands and feet are so
smull, that peoplo wonder what they are
good for. Nevertheless, she is very
lovely, and very graceful, and though
her timid beauty, overspread as It Is, by
the more striking charm of Georglutia,
Is seldom noticed, yet the extreme deli
cacy of her complexion the profuson
of her silken ringlets, that full In a
shower of light on her shoulder her
dimpled cheek, rosy mouth, and melting
blue eyes, looking so bewltchlngly bash
ful beneath those drooping lashes all
these combined with an nlroftlie most
perfect child-like innocence utid purity,
may well render the little petted Curry,
what a friend of mlneemphuticully call
ed her, " a charm !'' She, too, is dressed
in white; but her dress is muslin, of the
simplest fashion, mid wholly unadorned.
Curry is Just sixteen, and Just "coming
out."
lint see I they are preparing to go. Blr
George is putting down his paper, Geor
giana Is wrapping a miignflcent shawl
around her queenly form and Carry Is
tying her clonk. They pass through a
line of liveried servants they enter the
carriage they are gone to an evening
party at Lady C 's. Let us go too,
dear reader. Wo have no invitation It
is true n' iwiwfc Lady C Is.liy far
too luxuriously indolent to trouble her
graceful head about us. She will only
raise, in languid wonder, her large, soft,
dreamy eyes, and be glad of an excuse
to arch still more her already beautifully
curved eyebrows. Bo then, hero we are,
and Just in time to hear the announce
ment of Bir George and the Misses Mel
ton, and to see the eager gaze of admira
tion which follows the first appearance
this season of the beautiful helrcss.Geor
giana. " Remember, love,no waltzing 1"
whispered Bir George, as lie led them
forward. " Remember, love, no waltz
ing 1" was echoed In a low, playful tone,
on the other side, and, turning, Georgi
ana met the dark and earnest eyes of her
betrothed lover, Vincent Lorraine. Bho
had deemed him far distant, and could
not wholly repress the smile and blush
of delighted surprise, that stole to her
cheek at the sound. Rut she averted
her face to conceal them, for she was
provoked at his presumption, as she
haughtily deemed it, in during thus to
dictate to her. " He knows," she said
to herself, " that I have never waltzed,
even with him ; indeed, he never pre
sumed to ask it ; but he shall learn that
his commands are not to be my law; and
papa, too I what could induce them both
to force me into an alternative so very
disagreeable Y not that I see any great
harm in waltzing, except that a man's
arm round one's waist must be a bore."
During these very reasonable cogita
tions of his docile daughter, St. George
led the ladies to a sofa, and left them in
charge of Lorraine. " I never could,"
said the latter to Carry, as he took his
seat beside them, wholly unconscious of
the wayward mood into which Georgi
ana had wrought herself, " I am sure I
could never respect a woman who would
submit to the familiarity necessary in
that voluptuous dance.''
" Miss Melton," said the young and
graceful Duke of R , bowing low to
Georgiana, " I hardly dare ask the honor
of your hand for the next waltz." Geor
giana smiled encourugingly. " Will you
indeed be sogracious V" offering his arm.
Georgiana rose and accepted it. The
Duke looked surprised and vexed, while
Caroline raised her eyes imploringly to
her sister's face.
" Georgy !" she whispered, " you will
not waltz after what papa and Vincent
have said ?" , .
" Papa and Mr. Lorraln do not know
me!" and bhe cast a glance of playful,
but slightly scornful defiance at her lov
er. She was rather startled, and very
much provoked at the look he gave her
in return. It haunted her through the
waltz, and though she had never looked
so brilliantly beautlful.and never danced
with such bewitching grace, the smile
on her lip was a falsehood, for her heart
was ill at ease.
We must now explain the evident dis
appointment betrayed by the Duke of
R when Georgiana accepted his pro
posal to waltz. On his way to the man
sion of Lady C , with a band of gay
companions, he had rashly laid a wager
of considerable amount, that only one
unmarried woman In the room would
refuse to waltz with him, and that to
Hint woman, whoever she might be, ho
would propose before the end of the sea
son. Georgiana Melton was in his mind's
or rather his heart's eye, when he made
the bet. A passionate admirer of beauty
In all its forms, he had borne her radi
ant image away from many a festive
scene, and worshipped it in solitude and
silence. He had heard, with a species
of exultation, a few evenings previous,
her dignified refusal to waltz with the
most distinguished Individual In the
room, and lie had thought how well the
ducal coronet would grace a brow so no
ble ami so pure. Guy, profuse, and
seemingly thoughtless as he was, he hod
nursed in secret a noble refinement of
soul, which rendered him fastidious,
even In trifles, und he could not forgive
Miss Melton her evident eagerness to
join in a dance which he disapproved,
although her favored partner was him
self. le was vexed with her for fulling
to roach the standard of perfection lie
hud raised in his own mind, and when
the dance was done, he turned away
with a sigh, that told of blighted hope.
Georgiana mistook that sigh for one
of love; for she had often marked the
earnest guze of admiration, and In spite
of her long cherished affection for Lor
raine, her young heart fluttered at the
thought of the brilliant conquest she
had made.
As the Duke left her, her cousin ap
proached. Her eyes fell beneath hls.and
her very temples Hushed with the agita
tion of her heart. He Beemed about to
speak as he took her trembling hand;
but suddenly letting It fall again, with
out a word, he hurried by und left the
room. Georgiana smiled as her fancy
pictured an interesting reconciliation,
which she Intended should tuke place in
her boudoir, the next morning, at
farthest.
"I have lost my wager," whispered
the young Duke to ids friend, Lord N
, " and what Is worse, I have lost
the loveliest woman In England."
" Pardon me, my friend," said Lord
N . " You have lost neither your bet
nor your bride."
" How ! have I not waltzed with every
unmarried woman in the room
(Thank Heaven there are not many!)
and Is not Miss Melton the star of the
season V"
" Do you seo that delicate creature at
her side V" replied his friend.
" Who can see anything where she Is,
but herself y Ha! but she is beautiful!
who is she'r" do you know her? I
hope she don't waltz. I dread to ask
her, lest those sweet lips should simper
'yes.' I shall detest that word in fu
ture." And ere Lord N could re
ply, the Duke was requesting from
Georgiana an introduction to her sister.
Caroline's eyelids dropped, and a soft
blush, warmed her delicate cheek, when
hehestitatlngly requested her to join the
waltzers. He almost trembled for her
answer. It was simple, 'No, your
grace!' and the young nobleman thought
he had never heard a voice so thrilling
ly sweet before. "Will you not in
deed V" he Involuntarily exclaimed. " I
am so happy to hear it." Caroline open
ed her blue eyes with wonder, and Geor
giana grew stately ; but they soon for
got the seeming rudeness of the remark,
in the delight which his eloquent con
versation inspired, and the generous
heart of our heroine exulted at the ini
pression which her " fairy pet," (as she
fondly called her sister), had evidently
made.
" I am sure you have bewitched him,
sweet!" said Miss Melton to Caroline,
the next day, " and what a charming
little Duchess you'll be !" she continued,
fondly twining her Jeweled fingers in
the ringlets of her sister, as the latter
closed her tell-tale eyes on her shoulder.
" Rut baste ! that was Vincent's kuock
I am sure it was !" and she stooped and
kissed Carry's fair brow, to conceal the
emotion which glowed in her eloquent
face.
"What an enchanting picture!" ex
claimed the Duke of G , as he en
tered the room at the moment.
Georgiana started in disappointment,
and Caroline in blushing delight, at the
voice. And where was Vincent Lor
raine!"' The servant answered her heart's un
uttered question, by handing her a let-
ter, wllh which, making a scarcely
audible excuse, she hurried from the
room.
One bright afternoon in September,
about four years subsequent to the date
of the incidents related, a luxurious
boudoir In Relgrave Square, was occu
pied by two ladles, both young and one
almost child-like in her appearance. The
form of the latter was of falry-llke pro
portions, with the roundness and grace
of a Hebe. She might have personated
that goddess in face as well as figure ; for
her deep blue eyes were full of Joy and
love; her mouth had the fresh and dewy
red of a ripe, but unplucked cherry her
cheek was blight with tender bloom, find
coutitless curls of a rich, golden hue,
clustered softly round its dimpled beauty
and enhanced the bewitching sweetness
of its expression. Young as she was,
she was evidently a mother, for her love
ly, sportive Infant lay in her arms,and a
miniature of herself, a tiny girl, between
two and three years of age, stood at the
knee of the other lady, turning over the
gilded leaves of an annual.
It would be difficult to describe the
singular beauty of the face, which was
bent toward the child ; the large hazel
eyes were filled with a wild and passlon
ot emelancholy. The cheek was perfectly
colorless, yet so transparent, that any
unusual emotion would instantly reveal
itself there, Illumining that spiritual
paleness with a brilliant glow, momen
tary indeed, but exquisitely delicate. The
hair was glossy, and intensely blackjuy
ing in rich masses on either side of the
fuce, and braided loosely behind. The
eyelashes were long, of the same Jettish
hue, contrasting strangely wllh the tint
less purity of her complexion. The grace
and majesty of her form were finely de
veloped by her rich simple dress. It was
a black velvet, sweeping in amplo folds
below her feet, and wholly without orna
ment, excepting a frill of black lace at
the throat. She was seated In a deep
crimson chair, over the arm of which,
hung a superb India shawl, bright with
the gorgeous colors of the eastern loom.
"Oh ! isn't that a pretty picture,
aunt V" exclaimed the little prattler at
her knee, and the ludy stooped still low
er, until her pale cheek touched the
round and rosy one of the child.
The door opened, and two young men
entered the room, one of them saylng.as
he did. so, " I have brought you an old
friend, Caroline, whom I am sure you
will be happy to see, and you also,
Georgiana."
While the youthful Duchess sprang
eagerly forward to welcome thestranger,
the dark-haired lady languidly raised
her eyes ; but they fell again instantly,
and the color mounted to her brow, when
she met the earnest and admiring gaze
of the Duke's companion.
" Miss Melton," said the deep and
musical voice of Vincent Lorraine,whlle
his lip quivered with emotion, " this Is
indeed a happiness I did not dare to
hope ; but after a four years' absence
from all I love best upon earth, you will
not surely refuse to welcome me home
again."
Georgiana threw back her sately head ;
but she could not repress the growing
smile of Joy, which lighted up her beau
tiful face, as she replied, " My welcome
can be of but little importance to Mr.
Lorraine ; but It is freely given, never
theless.? And she frankly held out her
hand.
. " I wish you success, most heartily,
my dear fellow '." said the Duke, as he
and Lorraine were riding through Hyde
Park a few days afterwards, " but I must
candidly tell you that you have but little
chance with "the statute," as she is
called, by all her male acquaintances.
She has refused all who ever overcome
their awe of her, sufficiently to propose,
and seems determined to keep herself to
herself, with all her beauty of mind and
person. To tell you the truth, I was
quite astonished at her condescending
to shake hands with you the other day.
It is a liberty which no one else" would
presume to take with her. In truth, she
has odd ideas about some things, which
I .cannot account for. In my opin
ion, she is over fastidious, If a woman
can be so. No, no, though she is the
light of our household, she will never
grace another, I fear ; I should say, I
hope, for what would Carry and the
children what should I do without
her? With the exception of my own
little wife, she Is the purest minded, and
most disinterested woman I ever
knew."
The reader may account, although the
Duke could not, for the smile which
grew brighter and brighter on the coun
tenance of Lorraine during the forego
ing speech, and from the exulting tone
in which, at its close, he exclaimed:
" She is mine if there be truth in
woman !"
" What can you mean, and where are
you going, Lorraine V" 1
Rut the youth was otit of sight ere the
sentence was finished, and the wonder
ing Duke pursued his way alone.
"Will you never, never forbid me to
waltz again V" asked Georgiana, playful
ly, as her restored lover implored her
consent to their immediate union.
" Never, never, my precious!"
" And will you never run away again
for four long years at a time, truant?"
" Death only shall partus, my own I"
" And I may waltz when I choose ?"
"Yes, love?"
" And with wliom I choose V"
" Yes, yes, yes !"
"There, then 1"' (and she gave him
her hand), " this day twelve month, it
is yours forever." ,
Poor Lorraine pleaded, but in vain,
for an earlier day.
"No! Vincent," said Georgiana seri
ously ; " if you are going to repent a
second time, I choose it should be before
our marriage; it would be rather incon
venient afterward."
"What has animated our statueV"
asked iter slster,entering ot the moment.
" I have not seen such a smile nor such
a blush on her fuce these four years."
Remarkable Butttr.
Mr. Atkinson is a farmer in Marin
county, Cal. He wrote recently to a
commission house in San Francisco with
which he has commercial relations as
follows : "I will send you the finest but
ter next week you ever saw. The first
lot will weigh about sixty pounds. Will
divide the proceeds of the sale with
you." Encouraged by the literal terms
of the offer, the firm advertised exten
sively, that they were prepared to fill
orders for dairymen and produce mer
chants for the finest butter ever sent to
that market. At the appointed time
the consignment fulled to arrive, so the
merchants telegraphed to San Rafuel,
and received the reply that the butter
would be down by the first boat next
morning. The Butter arrived as prom
ised, but it was in the form of a fero-
cioua goat of enormous size which was'
no sooner liberated from his crate than
he commenced a career of the most un
bridled villainy ever witnessed. He
knocked the senior partner Into the cor
ner and butted three of his ribs out ; the
junior partner took refuge on the top of
a bale of wool, but the goat jumped
after him, butted him off on the floor,
and prodded him with his horns until
he was insensible. After fixing up
things generally so that each member of
the firm looked us if he had been in
vited to a first-class massacre and wound
up by a tour in a threshing machine;
this " first-class butter" was at last las
soed and sent to the city pound.
A Court of Appeals Joke.
In the Court of Appeals, a case was
argued involving an alleged infringe
ment upon the trade mark of certain
brandies, Samuel Hand, of our city, be
ing the counsel for the owners. , During
his argument counsel handed a bottle of
brandy to the Court, in order to illus
trate the precise size and general ap
pearance of the packuges. The bottle
(as to its exterior) was examined by the
Court with becoming gravity, and Mr.
Hand as graveiy proceeded with his ad
dress. After the Court adjourned, how
ever, it came out that Mr. Hand had
been the recipient of a note from one of
the judges, reminding him with some
severity that the rules of the Court re
quired the submission and filling of six
teen copies of all exhibits for the use of
the Court. What further transpired has
not been made public, but as the judges
and counsel enjoyed their dinner with
unusual relish, it is to be presumed that
the remaining "copies" were promptly
filed. Albany Journal.
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