South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1834-07-05
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eff" she answered, emo better, no more
agreeable engagement"
"Heavens!" said J, "what better, what
more agreeable engagement is it possible
| could haye7 what other engagement
could induce me to forego-"
"Mr. Montagu," said the widow,"I will
read the Names"
81 thank you-but, Madam" / resumed
"you must first permit me to thank you
for the honour you have done me, or you
will make me believe you think SO meanly
of me as to deem me insensible to it,"
eff your thanks are on each recurrence
of the occasion to be SO fervent," said the
widow, 81 fear the task will soon be irk-
some to you, for have just made up my
mind, if you will promise to write all my
cards, and be little more sedate in your
gratitude, to put your name down in my
book for the season."
IT'S it possible, Madam /? then will be
sworn, like the Hebrew copyist, never to
pen ought else; and will attend you, too
happy as your hidden, your bounden
scribe-nay, but there is no room for that
dubious smAe--I will swear.'
Don't, pray" she replied; remember,
if you write for me only, how many damsels
will die for lack Of the elegant food of your
billetsdouxI'
Not one, assure you, Madam ifI have
polluted paper with line to woman since my
arrival, or dared to harbour thoughts of more
than Dne, and she, one to whom can never
presume to aspire-'
Then there Is one, Mr.. Montagu? but
pray remember my'cards. fear you will
make very negligent amanuensis.'
There is indeed one, Madam, if dared
reveal her.
swell, well, Mr.. Montagu,' she said, 1,
don't wish to confess you.'
And yet, Madam, answered, you could
absolve me-.
MIR. Montagu,' said the widow, hastily,
do, pray, think of my cards, or must write
them and only seerhow that nasty ink has
stained my fingers
ut only serves as foil to the snowy luster
of the rest,' said.
But yet you would not like it if the hand
were yours
'lfit were mine-if it could ever be mine,
I said, warming as I,spoke, raising it to my
lips.
Have done then, have done, Mr.. Monta-
gu; see how you have kept your promise,
net one card written-oh, 'ie, and now we
must really leave it till tomorrow, for must
go out
'Ihope not said. Twill complete them
instantly
But, indeed, I must go out
Tomorrow, then, perhaps, you will per-
nit me to show my industry?'
Yes she said, ifyou will promise, very
faithfully, really to write
AS closely as pundit, on my honor : and
once more pressing her hand, and having.
fully received pardon for my sins i with
drew.
The next dry and thenext, our seats were
resumed. Ipen in hand, Madame with her
pocket. book; but still the cards remained
stationary. Not SO with other matters-l
progressed in love and holiness, until ]
won from the Widows lips, a confession of
regard, and the sweetest assurance oft that
lips can give. Never did love sit so lightly
or so happily on me, though my passion for
Matilde, for that she told me was her name,
was ardent-and she was fascinating, and
every way engaging--but she was not to be
treated with continual scenes, and her own
demonstrations of love were of that nature
We felt rather than told each others hopes,
thoughts, and wishes, and / enjoyed serene
ly what had before and have often since
squa ndered in unnecessarss2s unavailing suf-
fering. Her actions spoke more than her
words, and was too proud other to doubt
her for her silence-her, and her only have
l loved rationally--1 loved her as woman );
others have adored as angels, till adora-
ton became torture--and have phrenzied
myself in seeking and worshipping their at.
tributes.
About four months led in this way very
happy life, when it was agreed that we
should be married; coNTRAT DE MARRIAGE
was necessary, and was to wait upon no.
tary to instruct him to prepare it. To ena-
BILE me to do SO, Matilde explained to me the
nature and amount of her property, which
was ample.
'And now, Augustus said she, 4 must
own, | have deceived you in one point.
Indeed!' said l. 4 am sure it is very
venial one.'
1T is SO, indeed--but it is necessary I
should now explain it to you--my name is
not Matde Perollet.
'Indeed!' said l. at the same time thinking
how easy way this confession would make
for my ownon the same subject.
THAT name assumed to escape the inn
portunities of relations in England. Lister,
and you shall soon be made acquainted with
the brief history ofmy life. My maiden
name, you must know, was Simpson,