American short stories : $b Selected and edited with an introductory essay on the short story by Charles Sears Baldwin
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American short stories : $b Selected and edited with an introductory essay on the short story by Charles Sears Baldwin
American fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, American
It was on the first day of the Carnival that I arrived in the village,
about sunset, seeking shelter only for the night, and intending to
proceed on my journey in the morning. The notes of the violin and the
groups of gaily attired people who thronged the street attracted my
attention, and induced me to inquire the occasion of this merriment.
My host informed me that a “King Ball” was to be given at the house
of a neighbour, adding the agreeable intimation that strangers were
always expected to attend without invitation. Young and ardent, I
required little persuasion to change my dress, and hasten to the
scene of festivity. The moment I entered the room, I felt that I was
welcome. Not a single look of surprise, not a glance of more than
ordinary attention, denoted me as a stranger, or an unexpected guest.
The gentlemen nearest the door, bowed as they opened a passage for me
through the crowd, in which for a time I mingled, apparently unnoticed.
At length a young gentleman adorned with a large nosegay approached me,
invited me to join the dancers, and after inquiring my name, introduced
me to several females, among whom I had no difficulty in selecting a
graceful partner. I was passionately fond of dancing, so that readily
imbibing the joyous spirit of those around me, I advanced rapidly in
their estimation. The native ease and elegance of the females, reared
in the wilderness, and unhackneyed in the forms of society, surprised
and delighted me, as much as the amiable frankness of all classes. By
and by the dancing ceased, and four young ladies of exquisite beauty,
who had appeared during the evening to assume more consequence than
the others, stood alone on the floor. For a moment their arch glances
wandered over the company who stood silently around, when one of them
advancing to a young gentleman led him into the circle, and taking a
large bouquet from her own bosom, pinned it upon the left breast of his
coat, and pronounced him “KING!” The gentleman kissed his fair elector,
and led her to a seat. Two others were selected almost at the same
moment. The fourth lady hesitated for an instant, then advancing to the
spot where I stood, presented me her hand, led me forward and placed
the symbol on my breast, before I could recover from the surprise into
which the incident had thrown me. I regained my presence of mind,
however, in time to salute my lovely consort; and never did king enjoy
with more delight the first fruits of his elevation; for the beautiful
Gabrielle, with whom I had just danced, and who had so unexpectedly
raised me, as it were, to the purple, was the freshest and fairest
flower in this assemblage.
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