Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, IA [i.e. Ind.]) 1839-1854, 1843-11-24

lover or a Husband, II either. why did he no,
accompany he. into socieiys Or If his health
did not PERM, such indulgence. how could she
quit him to become The cy nosure OF a oali roomi
Perhaps he was brother. No, sister could
never have bestowed such d lock and such an
embrace. VIVA, could II all mean,
A week after this interview, | called at the
White House with friend from Eogand. who
was DESTROYS Of On Introduction to the remarka
BILE mar who then occupied the Presidential chair.
We were received by Jenny Grant, the Irish
door keeper, who with all absence of ceremony
which asionished my trans iiantic companion.
took US up stairs. and, pointing TO the cabine,
chamber said: "You will find the old man in tina,
room." Aware OF Jemmy's despoic character,
entered without further question. The frs, ob
ice, saw was Miss Smih lifting the Presidents
hand to her lips, while an expression Of
gratitude irradia,ed her face. She held docu
me mt with q seal, which looked like some official
commission. Two or three members OF Congress,
who had apparently accompanied her. were pre-.
sent. Ga beho'dlng the group. drew back; but
was too late to escape unobserved. The Presi-
dent called upon me. by name, TO enter, and Miss
Smith turning at the same moment greeted me
with nimiiabe grace.
"A call Of the Ilouser' exclaimed Jenny
Grant, in bis gruf voice, thrustIng his head ab-
ruptiy into the room, and as quickly Withdrawing
il.
claimed ono of the Representatives.
owe are wanted at the CAPITOL" said another
"Will you not accompany us, Miss Smith. since
we cannot return TO your home with you!"
"IIere is 10 whose caro- you may confide
me. May they no,?" said Miss Smith, turning
to me.
OF course acquiesced, with many blessings
upon Jenny Grant for scattering the Congress
men.
Introducing my friend the Chief Ma gis,ra,e,
gave my TO the lady, nd took our leave.
When we were seated in the carriage, she ex-
claimed pressing the parchment she held to her
heart: 'At length have succeeded! An expla.
a ton is due TO you for you Of the few
who have respected my secret, and esinced no
idle curiosity. Do not look as If were on the
eve Of revealing some grea, mystery; for my
story IS a very simple one, and can be told IN q
very few words. am from a very small and oh
scu.e village in the upper part Of the State OF
New York, where | lived with my husband, q
young lawyer, until he visited by pulmo.
nary affection, which excited my constant ankle.
ty. The ply scians said there was safety in flight
TO tropical CLINE. Our means were too limited
to allow OF such removal. At my suggestion,
my husband visited Washing on, and made stren>
uous exer,ions to procure small, post under Go.
vernmen, in the Yves, Indies. He failed; for he
had never been politician, and Of course no po-
ltical capital would accrue to the Administration
by his appointment. had read in universal his
tory, well in that Of the present dynasty, OF
the influence Of women in the affairs of State.
persuaded NY husband 10 dispose OF cur lt'le
farm, and accompany me to Washington. We
came From the circumstances Of his illness,
could not appear well in society otherwise than
ldid-as single young lady. l acquainted my
self with the most prominent members OF Con-
gress; made them sharers Of my confidence; in
terested them in my behalf, and this day sue
ceeded in procuring my poor husbands appoint
ment to an excellent post in South America. He
10 now in Georgetown, and has no hopes OF my
success. Come and be partner of our haPpi
ness"
Her eyes flashed with her ela,ed feelings. An
EXPIRE ssion full Of triumph and hope beamed from
every feature. Neve, had che seemed half SO
beautiful.
The carriage stopped and alighted. A
ply sician's chase was at the door. My compan-
;oa did not seem 10 notice il, but up the steps
in front Of the house, end eagerly rang tho bell.
Never shall forget her face and figure, as she
turned to me, while impa,ien,ly waiting for an
| aoswor 60 her un.,,ons, anj oxnlingly shook in
her extended hand the parchment commission
The door was opened. What an expression OF
grief and commisseraton is in that face! 1t Is
Mrs. Boutwell,. My companion paused suddenly
and gazed several moments, without speaking. IN
her eyes. Too we'll she read their story. The
parchment, drops from her hands; and. with the
moan Of breaking heart, she sinks back insen
sible 10 my arms.
The commission had come too late! The sub
| jec, oft had been appointed to higher post than
any which human power could have established
| But what became Of the unknown belle ~
Alas! never again was the bright saloon made
brighter by her presence! Never again were
her sy lph>iike feet seen TO twinkle IN the may
dance. Never again did that beautiful torn
(more beautiful than young sculptor's picture il
their dreams) at,rac, the admiring eyes Of fes
tive assembly! Such was her devoted affection
that she soon followed its departed objec, 10 ,ha
happier land, where pure souls find their lasting
reward. Fashion missed her, and asked. "Whers
is she 7" but forgo, the question ere il was on
swered.
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