Ballou's Monthly Magazine, Vol. XXVII, No. 1 — page 50: what you’re looking at

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54 It was the last of March, but it was still sleighing, and a new snow had just fallen. Half way to Mrs. Smith’s a sleigh stopped beside her, and glancing up, she saw Gerard La Rue. He threw back the buffaloes and sprang out. “T have been looking for you,” he “and I am so glad you are come. It is such fine sleighing!” And before she could offer any objections, he had lifted her into the sleigh and was brushing the snow from her little Polish boots—for Juliet did not wear old things now. Then he tucked the robes around her, and they were off. “Tt is so warm we will go entirely out into the country, if you like,’ said he. “The young moon will light us back.” “T have not had a sleigh ride in four years,” she said, dreamily; “but, indeed, I fear I ought not to go. It may be improper—” “No, it is perfectly proper, and I am going to take you in spite of everything. Why, Juliet, I have been anticipating this all day.” He put his arm around her—for they were quite in the country now—and asked, gently: “Are you warm, my darling?” She started away from him, frightened at said, the passionate tone of his voice; but he held her close to his heart. “ Juliet, I love you. I want you for my wife. You are my partner in business, but I must have a better claim on you than that— a stronger hold. I want you for all time.” “But Miss Howardson—” ' “ Miss Howardson has nothing to do with it, dearest.” “Then you are not going to marry her?” “ Never, with my own consent, Juliet. She is a fine woman, but there is too much of her forme. I want a wife just large enough to fill my arms, as she fills my heart; and my Juliet is the only one in all the world who just meets my requirements. Say you love ine, Juliet.” “T do,” she said, innocently. “ But I never thought you—” And then she stopped, con- fused and blushing. “But I did. I loved you the moment I saw you. And my Aunt Patty is a good fairy; I shall respect her always.” And then Gerard kissed Juliet’s lips, feel- ing sure that no other man had kissed her so. It was a very pleasant ride back to the city; and two months afterward, Mr. and Mrs. La Rue went to Europe on their bridal tour. SS EFFTIE. BY LOUISE DUPEE. O, what has come over my little maid, That her bright head droops in this pensive way? And she keeps in the garden’s stilly shade, With a dream in her sweet brown eyes all day. Where the fountain falls, with its silver drip, Over the lilies so snowy and fair, Aud every wind has a song on its lip, And every sunbeam a bee in its hair. Ainid the red roses and butterflies She sits, at the foot of the linden tree, While a volume of sleepy old romance lies Unheeded, though open, upon her knee. For Effie is weaving a romance more glad, And sweeter,and stranger, than e’er was told, With never a chapter that’s gloomy or sad, Fresh as the morning, and still so old! Effie is looking on pictures more bright Than even'the June time itself can show— Pictures all crossed with rainbows and light, Sunshine radiance and blossomy glow. And Effie, my dear, I see pictures, too! I read all the secrets in bonnie brown eyes; Don’t think you can hide them, for I see through The curls and the lashes; and, Effie, I’m wise! A little bird told me a tale last night, [wing, That came from the garden, with dew on his And stopped on the lawn in the sunset light, Mid the red laurels, to gossip and sing,— About two young lovers—now, who might they be? That were talking low, in such tender tone, On the old seat under the linden tree, Where fountains are YEGMGDOOkskGonn