The Illinois free trader and LaSalle County commercial advertiser. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1841-1843, 1843-09-15


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oh uncle. interrupted George, laugh
ing; 'if were aunt Mary, would not
let you praise any other lady so warmly.
You are so taken up with her beauty, you
have forgotten all about the rainy eve
ming
Aunt Mary smiled, but it is more than
probable that George really touched one
of the hidden springs of her woman's
heart, for she looked down and said moth
ing.
Don't be inpatient said uncle Ned,
'and you shall not be cheated out of your
story. | began for Elizabeth's sake, rall-
er than yours, and see she is wide awake.
She thinks, by this time, was more than
half in love with Theresa Vane, and she
thinks more than half right. There had
been great many parties of pleasure,
riding parties, sailing parties, and talking
parties; and summer slipped by, and al
most unconciously. At length the au.
tumnal equinox approached and gathering
clouds, northeastern gales, and drizzling
rains succeeded to the soft brcezes, mel.
low skies, and glowing sunsets, peculiar
to that beautiful season. For two or
three days, | was confined within doors
by the continuous rains, and | am sorry to
confess it, but the blue devils actually got
complete possession of income slrided
upon my nose, another danced upon my
head, one pinched my ear, and another
turned summersets on my chin. You
laugh, little Nanny but they are terrible
creatures, these blue gentlemen and
could not endure them any longer. So the
third rainy evening put on my over coat,
butoned it up to the chm, and taking my
umbrella in my hand, set GU, in the direc-
ton of Mrs. Vane's. Here thought
as my fingers pressed the latch, Il shall
find the moonlight smile that will ilumine
the darkness Of my ngh,--the dull vapors
will dispense before her radiant glance.
and this interminabe equinoc,lal storm
be transformed into mere venal shower
melting away in sunbeams in her pres
ence.' My gentle knock not being appa-
rently heard, stepped into the ante-room
sat down my umbrella, took off my
drenched over-coat, arranged my hair in
the most graceful manner, and, claiming
a privilege to which perhaps had no le-
climate right. opened the door of the
family sitting room, and found myself
in the presence of the beautiful There
sa-'
Here uncle Ned made provoking
pause.
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'How was she dressed y
'And was she glad to see you y assail-
ed him on every side.
How was she dressed 2 repeated he.
Il am not well skilled in the techncaities
of ladies wardrobe, but can give you
the general impression Of her personal APP
pearance. In the first place, there was a
Jumping up ami an olI-hand sliding step
towards an opposite door, as | entered -
but disoblging chair was in the way
and was making my lowest bow, before
she found an opportunity of disappearing.
Confused and mortified, she scarcely re-
turned my salutalion, while Mrs. Vane
offered me a chair, and expressed, in
somewhat dubious terms, their graii6ca-
ton at such an unexpected pleasure.
have no doubt Theresa wished me at the
bottom Of the frozen ocean, if | might
judge by the freezing glances she shot at
me through her long lashes. She sat
uneasily in her chair, trying to conceal
her slip-shod shoes, and furlively arrang-
ing her dress about the shoulders and
waist 1t was a most rebelious subject,
for the body and skirt were at open war
fare, refusing to have any communication
with each other. Where was the graceful
shape had so much admired! In vain
sought its exquisite outlines in the folds of
that loose, slovenly robe. Where were
those glistening ringets, and FURNISHED
locks, that had so lately rivalled the tres
SEES of NJ 7dusa Her hair was put up in
tangled punches behind her ears, and
tucked up behind in kind of Gordan
knot, which would have required the
sword of an Alexander to unite. Her
frock was solled and dingy silk, with
trimmings Of shallow blonde, and faded
fancy handkerchief was thrown over one
shoulder.
You have caught me completely en-
dishabiHc,' said she recovering partially
from her embarrassment but the eve
ming was so rainy, and no one but mo-
Their and myself, never dreamed OF such
an exhibition Of galan,ry as this.
She could not disguise her vexation
with all her efforts 10 conceal it,, and Mrs.
Vane evidently shared her daughters
chagrin. was wicked enough to enjoy
thor cnnCIsinn anI naver anna ,roI mara