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Princess

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 2362    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

sweet, gracious welcome to her old play-fellow, Pocahontas withdrew to tell her mother of their arr

s glass-doored cabinet the rare old Mason china, and rifled the garden of roses to fill the quaint century old punch-bowl for the center of the table. All things possible should be done to make Jim feel himself, that night, the honored guest, the person of most importance in their world. It was an heirloom-the Mason china-quaint and curious, and most highly prized. There was a superstition-how originated none knew-that the breakage of a piece, whether by design or accident, foreboded misfortune to the house

irginia Company of London. He was an artist of no mean repute, and during his stay in the new world had made sketc

ansferred to china at fabulous cost. The result was very beautiful, for each piece showed small but exquisite portrayals of life a

owed a dusky maiden dreaming beside a waterfall; a third, a group of deer re

ns of England, to the Masons of Virginia. The bowl was very graceful, and contained on one side a lovely representation of the landing at Jamestown, with the tranquil, smiling river, the vessel in the offing, and the group o

loom in honor of a guest was ma

lance across to her from his brown eyes. A whimsical memory of a superb breakfast he had once seen served to a man about to be hanged o

When I was a boy, I always imagined that coffee from these cups ta

the hero of the scene. And Jim, shaking off the dismal emotions peculiar to farewell visits, responded gallantly, defending himself from each sportive attack, and illumining his exile with such rays of promise as occurred to him. He

to make conversation any more, and Jim sat on the steps at her feet, letting his eyes follow wistfully the slope of the lawn, and the flow of the river. Presently, without turning his head, he

ill feeling, which afflicted the lady, who was a good woman, and averse to breaking the peace of families. That brothers-twin-brothers, should be scowling venomously at each other because of her, appeared a grievous thing, and she set herself to mend it. By marrying the man she loved, she could end the affair at once, but his brother would never forgive him, and before love had maddened them the men had been friends as well as brothers. She gauged their characters thoughtfully, and hit upon a plan-which, at the expense of some self-sacrifice, would arrange the mat

proper. As the lady had anticipated, when the term of probation expired only one of the twins appeared to claim an answer to his suit. And in the

ating how her great-great-grandmother by a little wit and generous self-s

nder their sweeping branches the young people we

yes, the still beauty of the night-the silvery sheen of the water, the pure bend of the sky, the slope of the lawn, and the gray tranquillity of

at the peacefulness of the scene jarred upon his mood, and set herself to soothe him into harmony with himself and nature. Jim watched the white fingers deftly fill the bowl, and strike the match for him; then he took it from her hand and breathed softly throu

this. I have read descriptions, and dreamed dreams, but I can't imagine any thing more perfect than that

the flowers on your breast, and the moonlight on your dear face. Don't be afraid, or move away; I'm not going to make love to you-all that is over; but your face must always be to me the fairest and sweetest on earth." He paused a moment, and then added, looking steadily away from her; "I want

rl, quickly and penitently, "

now what love is, and what I wanted you to feel is very different. Don't be unhappy about it-or me. I'll worry through the pain in time, or grow accustomed to it. It's tough, just at first, but I'll pull through somehow. It shall not spoil my life either, althou

ther man ever love her with such grand unselfishness, she wondered, ever give all, receive nothing in return, and still give on. Why could not she

always the same. She did not love him; she co

dog and horse would come to your whistle as quickly as to mine. I was the one always to care for you and carry out your will. That can never be again, I know, but don't forget me, Princess. Let the thought of

oft, warm lips against it. When she lifted her eyes to his there were tears in them, and her voice trembled as she said: "I will think of you of

som fell from the girl's hair to the ground at Jim's f

her head

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