The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1843-01-07

ly 60 out just as he was coming in
That, too, she abandoned, and then she
fancied that she would stroll ou, and NEE,
him in the lane; and, it must be confessed.
that she inclined more towards this plan
than either Of the others; for she had acci-
den.ally met him in this way beforehand on
these occasions Harry always tied his
hotse TO a tree, and walked with her TO the
house; and although the distance was short,
they sometimes consumed great deal of
time in going it. and he had an opportunity
of saying much which not unfrequen,ly he
was unable 10 say at the house; for her
father was almost as fond Of Harry as his
daughter, and had so much TO tell him
about his crop, and abou. this thing and
that, and so much 10 ask him, that he some.
times infringed upon time which Mary
thought belonged exclusively 10 her; and
although she eLdeavored 10 bear it cheefully
yet al times she could not help thinking
how snug fnd happy and comfortable the
old gentleman would look If he was only
snoring away in the easy arm chair which
stood in the chimney cor.er, although i,
was bu. eight O'Clock in the morning.
She threw aside her work, and was H.
sing for the purpose of adopting this las,
plan, when she head he dashing Of hoofs
in the lane. It's too late,' thought she,
but III keep him awaiting and down slie
sat. out of sight of the widow, SO tina, she
could not see the new conner, for she did
not wish Harry should know that she had
been watching for HIM. The noise of ME
hoofs increased, andihe horseman dashed
at full ga!lop TO the door. This was not
like Harry. He generally came fast enough
along The road bnt did not gallon TO ihs
door like mailman. II was not respect
ful, and she would Sell him so; still, he
might be in a hurry. 1sargued strong
desire to see her, and thai. was some pallia.
lion. There was evidently stir below, in
front of The house, and she even heard his
name mentioned. What could be going on
there! She was dying to know. There
was no way OF learning, unless she wen
To the window, so as TO look over the pro.
| jecting caves Of the house; and then she
should be seen. No, no; she would moi
do that. Still the stir increased, and she
caugh, the sound OF voices in earnest con.
versa,ion; but Harry's voice was
not among them. She could hold
out no longer She drew chair
mex. 10 the window. and stood on it, al
some distance from The glass; 5ut still the
envious caves projected so as TO shut out all
view of what was gong on below. Ii was
too bad!-but see she must She then
went close to the window. But even there
nothing vas visible, for the speakers were
close under the house, and no,
even the smallest tip.end Of the
coat shirt of one of then was visible.
Poor Mary! she stood on tiptoe, and even
on the chair, but still those unlucky caves
thrust themselves between her and the OBJ.
ect of her wishes, She went back TO her
chair, and sat herself down. wondering
why they built such ungainly old caves and
cornices. which were til only 10 annoy peo-
pie, and wondering why no one came to
tell her that Harry was there and wanted
her. He was uncommanly patient that
day--provokingly so. Five-ten-liCteen
minutes elapsed. There was something
like tear in her eye, for she certainly was
very i'll used. She threw her work from
her, and determined to GO down 10 him. but
10 make im pay up for his back wardness.
Opening the door, she went to The head OF
the stairs. and assumed as careless an air
as if there were no Harry Blake in the
world was going down them, when the
voice Of her father,who was standing below
arrested her.
'Don's come down here, Mary said
he.
There was something in the tone of his
voice and his manner and aven in tb;s