Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1843-11-11

As drove home 10 Gadsby's my mind
was more lost than ever in conjecture as 10
this exceedingly beautiful but mysterious
young lady. Who could the gentleman be
on whom she had lavished such tokens Of
endearmen,l Was he a lover or a hus-
bandl IF either, why did he not accom-
pany her into society," Or if his health
did not permit such indulgence, how could
she quit him To become the cynosure of
ballroom! Perhaps he was brother. No,
a sister could never have bestowed such
look and such an embrace. What could it
all meant
A week after this interview, ! called at
the White House with friend from Eng
| land, who was DESTROYS of an introduction
to the remarkable man who then occupied
the presidential chair We were received
by Jenny Grant, the Irish doorkeepcr,
who, with an absence of ceremony which
astonshed my Transatlantic companion,
took us up stairs and. pointing to the cabi-
net chamber, said: you will find the old
man in that room" Aware of Jemmv's
despotc character, entered without farth-
er question. The first object | saw was
Miss Smith, lifting the Presidents hand TO
her lips, while an expression Of earnest
gratitude rradiated her face. She held
document with seal, which looked like
some official commission. Two or three
members Of Congress, who had apparently
accompanied her, were present On be-
holding the group, drew back: but was
too late to escape, unobservcd. The Pres
ident called upon me, by name, to enter;
and Miss Smith turning at the same mo.
ment greeted me with inimitabe grace.
! "a call of the House" exclaimed Jenny
Grant in his gruf voice, thrusting his head
abruptly into the room, and as quickly
Withdrawing il.
The sergcant-at arms will be after u.s.
exclaimed one Of the representatives.
I'VE are not wanted at the Capitol
said another. "Wi YOU accompany US.
Miss Smith, since we cannot return to
your home with you?"
| Here is one 10 whose care YOU may
confde me. May they not!" said Miss
Smith turning to me.
| Of course | acquicsced with many bless
! ings upon Jenny Grant for scattering the
| Congressman.
Introducing my friend to the Chief Mag
istrate, | gave my arm to the lady, and we
took our leave.
When we were seated in the carriage.
she exclaimed, pressing the parchment she
held TO her heart: AT length have sue
cccded An explanation is due to you;
for you were one of the few who have re.
spccted my secret. and cvinccd no idle Gu
riosity. Do not look as if were on the
eve of revealing some great mystery; for
my story is a very few words. am from
a very small and obscure village in the
upper part of the State of New York,
where lived with my husband young
lawyer, until he was visited by pulmonary
affection, which excited my constant anx-
iey. The physicians stated there was
safety in flight 10 tropical cline. Our
means were too limited to allow of such
a removal. At my suggestion, my hus.
band visited Washington, and made siren
uous exertions to procure a small post
under Government in the West Indies He
failed for he had never been politician;
and of course no political capital would
accrue to the administration by his appoint.
ment. | had read in universal history, as
well as in that Of the present dynasty, of
the influence Of women in affairs of State.
| persuaded my husband TO dispose of our
little farm and accompany ME TO Wash
ington. We came. From the circumstance
Of his illness, could not appear well in
society otherwise than did-as single
young lady. | acquainted myself with
the most prominent members of Congress,
made them sharers of my CONFERENCE.-THE.
terested them in my behalf, and this day
succeeded in procuring my poor husbands
appointment TO an excellent post in South
America. He is now in Georgetown, and
has no hopes Of my success. Come and
be partner of our happiness"
Her eyes flashed with her ea,ed feelings.
An explosion full of triumph and hope
beamed from every feature, Never had
she seemed half so beautiful.
The carriage stopped, and we alishted.
A physicians chalse was at the door. MY
companion did not seem to notice il, but
ran up the steps, in front of the house, and
eagerly rang the bell. Never shall forget
her face and figure, as she turned to me,
while impatienty waiting for an answer to
her summons, and exuIiingly shook in her
extended hand the parchment commission.
The door was opened. What an expires.
sion of grief and commisscralinn is in that
tacc Ii is Mrs. Boutwell,. My compan-
ion paused suddenly. and gazed several mo-
Inents, without speaking, in her eyes, Too
well she read their story. The parchment
drops from her hands; and, with the moan
of breaking heart, she sinks back insen.
sibly in my arms.
The commission had come too late, The
subject of it had been appointed to high
err post than any which human power could
have established.
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