Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription 30 THE CUB OF THE PANTHER
and hearkened to the sacred pledges of the newly-wedded pair, strange
fancies filled her brain, and she thought over her own prospects, and was
reminded of the phlegmatic coldness of Mike.
True, he did look at her, and nobody but her; but, looking was all,
and looking was not enough! His eyes spoke warmly enough; but why
was his tongue so silent? She had just then a strong conflict between
pique and sympathy. Vanity struggled with yearning. She was impa-
tient that he had not spoken, whether she accepted him or not; and she
inly resolved, in some way, to make him suffer for his coldness.
But, as she looked upon his manly figure, and his handsome face,
the brown beard, and the symmetrical form, habited in the graceful
and flowing hunting shirt, she felt that she could forgive him the tardi-
ness of his advances, could he then afford her the opportunity of
answering to his question. She did not come to the conclusion, for her-
self, as to what she should answer; but her pride and vanity were morti-
fied that he yielded her no opportunity for the distinct assertion of her
power. And the rest followed.
Squire Blanton had carried out his purpose of "stretching himself,"
i. e., going the full length of his tether, on the occasion the grand and
novel occasion of marrying off one of his daughters, and to a man
he could approve.
He did not rely upon his own liquors, no matter what their reputa-
tion. He knew that fine occasions required fine beverages; and when
the Parson had saluted the bride, he was offered wine and cake, and the
company shared as well, following the Parson's example, which was suf-
ficient authority for those pious of the flock whose natural appetites
needed only a pretext. Squire Blanton had got a supply of wines, sherry
and Madeira, from a great house in Charleston. Nor was champagne
wanting. A basket of that favorite beverage had been provided; but this
was understood to be reserved especially for the ladies, as it was
assumed to possess no sort of intoxicating element.
A supper table was spread, the whole length of the rear piazza; but
supper, on such occasions, being understood to be reserved for the
twelfth hour, nothing remained for the present but the dancing.
And soon the fiddle of Joe Scrymgeour was heard a-tuning; and
soon the voice of Joe was heard:
"Take out your partners for a country-dance."
And, thereupon, the bustle began, and all was commotion; with a
whole legion of lively tongues making the chorus of a "charivari."