The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1845-05-10
From Graham's Magazine,
A LOVE STORY.
CHAPTER |.

1t was large room opening into
delightful shrubbery, redoent with al
the sweet oGors of June-the window
over which the sweet-brier and clemati
united their graceful tendrils. were cur.
tanned with rose-colored darr0sk-tI,
walls displayed the finest paintings from
eminent Observation-Disclosures ofcarvec
oak, highly polished, were filled witt
volumes in the most costly bindings, ,anc
tables covered with portfolios, ,etchings
drawings half finished, manuscripts, &c
The only occupant of this room, was a
gentleman, apparently about fifty years
of age-to pronounce him a minute ol
der, would only be to impugn the skill
of his tailor, his hairdresser, his dentist
and of the faithful John, who daily pre-
sides over the mysteries of his toilet
fifty then be it. His dress was scrupu-
lously neat: coat of dark navy blue
contrasts well with the pantaloons OF
light kerseymere-a vest of exquisite
pattern-Iiner1 white rs snow, and elab-
orately plated, and neck tie of fault
less elegance, completed the dress of
this gentleman. But for the ceaseless
smile of self-complacency, the counte-
nance of Mr.. Rivers would have been
highly pleasing, while the suavity Of his
manners was almost unparalleled. A
wido wer, free from all parental obiga-
ton, save whatever of that quality he
might deem sufficient for the wants of
an orphan ward, and the son of de-
ceased brother. Such was Mr.. Rivers.
He was seated atone of the windows,
apparently sketching the beautiful see
merry it commanded, an elegant employ
ment, by the bye, in which he delighted
to be often surprised.) The hue Of the
rose fitted from the curtains to his
cheek--the soft morning wind just kis-
sed his temples, his white hand welded
the pencil most gracefully, and, in short,
formed quite picture himself. For
some time he remained with pencil in
hand, yet. as it unfortunately happened
no one entered the room to observe
him but the old housekeeper and the
coachman; he, at length, tired of attltu-
dinizing, rang the bell.
"John, tell your young mistress ! re-
quest her company in the library"
ayes, sir" ltaI' 3ft
In few moments, sweet voice
was heard singing lively little air
there was light tap at the door--then
first roguish pair Of eyes peeped IN
next little head with redundance of
dark brown tresses-a dainty foot next
rested its tiny proportions on the rich
carpet, and finally the whole person of
laughing Hebe bounded like fawn
into the room, and running to Mr.. Riv-
ers, her two little hands were placed on
each cheek, and a sweet kiss rested on
his forehead. @etE sstra 3ohiH
9a''Sit down, my love-" said Mr.. Riv.
ers, with the sweetest smile, u have
something to say to you of the greatest
importance" s 81 aa Laa Aa5
- And snatchingupalittle taboret, Jes-
sic complied, her eyes fixed demuiely
upon the countenance of her guardian.
~ "Jessie-hem- Jessie, how old are
you, Jessier promised Mr.. Rivers.
a"O Fem so DID," replied Jessie, pre-
tending to lookyery grave, ..why only
think, dear guardy, to-morrowI shall
be seuenteen?" 4a
en--hem-very well. Jes-
sic, my love, how should you like to be
married" re
. "Married! why, guardy--ns inarri-
ed!p sIqtsgoi @a ss4r
eyes, my love-" with another sweet
smile; show would you like to have an.