Wheeling times and advertiser. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1839-1849, 1843-11-15
MRS. SIMPSON.
A STORY FOUNDED On rAcr.
BY aas. c WILSON.



oeheid, a. csugat as occasi~us,l glance
throigh thor dark. siken Iashes, as she
nsnt IN si'encc over her sleeping boy.
Who can she bsr mentality excIaim
ed; so Young, so unprotected. Pshaw
what matters n 10 me ~ho she isf
The twilight Of an autumn evening"
was fast deepening into night. and as
the coach in which we were fellow tr.v
eiers whirlcd rapidly aioag, 4 drew nv
cloak around me mud tried 10 composs.
myself To sIumber. For q time, ina,
oblivion which is not sleep, but q con
nnuance OF enduring II ought overpow-
cred me, but nay d"zlngs were restls rs
1.-The Image OF the bank rupt Simpson
rose lbsiore nae, and the four hundred
pounds l hal lost by his insoi vency dis
turb~d my reverie and rru errd me fid.
getty and uncomfortable. True, nv in.
come oi three thousand year would
moi be lessencd by it, nor nay reat roll
decreased, yet still felt CALLED, as every
rian dos who loses four hundred
pounds.
Well, I've refused to sign his certi6
cate, so The fellow will not profit by nav
loss thought 1; that's some consoIa.
tion;' and with this noble feel no of re-
venge agaIns, man I had never seen
lior Simpson had incurred this debt nv
becoming security for faItnless friendl
again endeavored TO seal my eyelids
down, and steep my senses in forgctTul-
ness
Bat II woutI not dO-lad after twenty
fruiiless efforts TO WOO and win the doll
eyed god, by shiltiag my position from
corner TO corner oil the side alone oc
eupIed, gave II u? in despair. In ST.
fence Then conien'p atei my opposite
companion She, il seemed, was wake
ful as myself, aud ever aud anon, ms the
coach stopped TO change horses In rough
the night, she drew lolded paper from
her bosom, and by the dim light Of tn.
lamp al an inn door, or lie occasional
gIeam cast upon US by tina ostler's Ian
tern, threw timid, yet anxious glance
over II, as u TO ascertain lis safety, and
again deposited il in her bosom.
win the carly morning we reached
me market town, TO which the coach
was destined; and my horse and gig
awaited me at the door Of the hotel AT
which we stopped. On alighting. NV
companion demanded OF the waiter how
lur II was 10 Falriight house, and if any
public conveyance went that way?
The man glanced at me, and replied,
I'll was len vsry bad miles, and a coach
went Pasi II only twice in a week. and
not before Monday Qhis was Saturday }
'Ihcn | mus, proceed on foo;,' replied
ths quesiloner with q sigh. 'ObIige me
with basin Of milk and some breai for
my little boy, and instruct me the road | !
must lake,
As she spoke, she took up small box
IN one hand, and her child in tho other.
and was entering the inn. | advanced
and stated, hope respectfully, tina,
wac myself going toward Fairlight. and
as my servant would proceed on a sad
die horse, could acc immediate herself
and enid with seat in my gig. 1 ad-
ded' smiling, as ! saw a hesitation in her
tounteaance, You may trust me, madam
my horse IS net very spirited, and / |
am careful driver
Il will accept your offer, sir was the
modest reply, more on account of This
poor boy Than myse!f-ior my eaRsrness
to get TO Fairligat, would make the way |
seem shot, and, if possible, muA re |
turn TO London by to-night's mail from
this pIoce
Our hrst m-'e was passed in silence.
We then spoke Of the weather, that
iavorite topic Of English people, when
they want so ne thing TO say. In truth.
tne morning was beautiful enough 10 I
call forth admiration from the most un
observing. The dew yet giuered upon
the hedgs-row blossoms, that threw out
theIr fragrance as we passed-lhe birds
were uDing their wings, and pouring
iorih lheIr maun songs Of Joy aud lib |
erty' All nature was smiling and the
eye that can look coldly on such scene
should forever be condemned 10 The
smoke and sameness of a crowded c;te.
nor proiane the charms Of nature ky he
unworthy gaze.
When we had discussed the wea,h.,,
yentured 10 inquire if she knew much
OF the master Of Fairlight2
Nothing pei sooaliy,' she replied. tond
iitt'e % report, butthat little was unfa
vorablc. She dreaded that interview.
YET mesi see him though hers was
painlsl errand.'
lie may not be so unpleas Mt per.
soh H' report has represented him, mad
am replied Tat least for your sake
NO wal hope he is not.'
My horse was feet one, and accus
iofscd 10 the country roads, an in ,ess
iban an hour | pointed out the willie
tgrnets Of Fairlight house TO my com.
paoioo. rising amid a beautiful cluster
Of trees. IN a few minutes more drew
my horse up al n small wicket gate.