We quote, by permission, from the files of the True Flag, a second sketch, contributed to its columns, by Olivia, _alias_ Fanny Fern.
"Kate Stanley was a brilliant, sparkling brunette. Wo to the rash youth who exposed his heart to _her_ fascinations! If he were not annihilated by the witching glance of her bright eye, he would be sure to be caught by the dancing dimple that played 'hide-and-seek' so roguishly in her rosy cheek, or the little rounded waist that supported her faultless bust, or the tiny feet that crept, mice-like, in and out from under the sweeping folds of her silken robe.
"I am sorry to say, Miss Kitty was an _arrant coquette_. She angled for hearts with the skill of a practised sportsman, and was never satisfied till she saw them quivering and bleeding at her feet; _then_, they might flounce and flutter, and twist and writhe at their leisure, it was no farther concern of _hers_. She was off for a new subject.
"One fine morning she sat listlessly in her boudoir, tapping one little foot upon the floor, and sighing for a new sensation, when a note was handed her. It ran thus:
"'DEAR KITTY:--Our little cottage home is looking lovely, this 'leafy June.' Are you not weary of city life? Come and spend a month with us, and refresh heart and body. You will find nothing _artificial_ here, _save yourself_!
"'Just the thing,' said Kitty, 'but the girl must be crazy, or intolerably vain, to bring me into such close contact with her handsome lover--I might as well try to stop breathing as to stop flirting, and the _country_ of _all_ places, for a flirtation! The girl must be _non-compos_; however, it's her own affair, not mine;' and she glanced triumphantly at her beautiful face, and threaded her jewelled fingers through her long ringlets, and conquered him--_in imagination_!
"'When do you expect your friend?' said a laughing young girl to Nelly. 'From the descriptions I have had of her, your bringing her here, will be something akin to the introduction of Satan into Paradise. You wouldn't find _me_ guilty of such a folly, were I engaged to your handsome Fitz. Now you know, Nelly dear, that although you are fascinating and intellectual, you have no pretensions to beauty, and there are few men who prize a gem unless it is _handsomely set_, however great its value. Now be warned in time, and send him off on a pilgrimage till her visit is over. _I_ won't bet on his constancy!'