Evalena . wont. But with her own good grace, Congratulates the haiDpy hearted girl, Who, all unheeding in excitements whirl, Notes not the change. But brave, sweet Agnes, with hep honest heart, Reveals a little—keejDing back a part; And says in meekness, watching Evas face, ^Ive met young Hatfield at Sir Raleighs place. A flush of pride lights up the young girls cheek; If you have met, his jDraise I need not speak. But none the less recounts his praises oer,-—? An object fit for women to adore. Then nervously upsets a costly vase. And turning, meets her lover face to face. A little cry of joy—
Evalena . wont. But with her own good grace, Congratulates the haiDpy hearted girl, Who, all unheeding in excitements whirl, Notes not the change. But brave, sweet Agnes, with hep honest heart, Reveals a little—keejDing back a part; And says in meekness, watching Evas face, ^Ive met young Hatfield at Sir Raleighs place. A flush of pride lights up the young girls cheek; If you have met, his jDraise I need not speak. But none the less recounts his praises oer,-—? An object fit for women to adore. Then nervously upsets a costly vase. And turning, meets her lover face to face. A little cry of joy—a sudden start— A look of mute surprise on Royals part— A clasp of lovers hands—a lovers kiss^— Some praise of Evalena, not amiss— A little scream from Agnes pallid lips. As Royal stooped to kiss her finger tips. Then turning to the vase, with much ado. With some pretense to mend it,, she withdrew. A look of some confusion and surprise. For one brief moment shone in Evas eyes; 19 EVALENA. THEN JSiWiVOUSI^V UPSBTS A COSTtY VASE. 20 EVALEN A Why should not Royal kiss her pretty hand; Was he deserving of a reprimand? Was she not Lady Agnes of the Hall? Should he not show some courtesy to all? An interview on themes of foreign note, And wondrous tales of beauteous lands remote, His lovely trij), his pleasant voj^age home, (To mention nothing of his stay in Rome), With many other topics of import, To which young Eva eagerly paid court. So time moved on so quickly in his flight. And day by day brought beauteous visions bright. Of a green vale through which the rivers foam Leaps over rocks; beneath a cottage home High nestled in the clover-blossom bank; And down the winding- path the anglers plank, Hung in with many a rude and rustic twist. Where ruddy lanterns light the midnight mist.— A cottage home with many gabled roofs. And down the deep ravine the flying hoofs. Of Arab horses, swift and quick of ear. Of gentle blood—fleet steed without a peer.— A vision bri
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