Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1845-10-15

!, Mrs. Wharton - a woman Of exquisite taste.
Lucy; hope you vii make her room luok pref
!, as possible Such were Mr.. TOfr,ngton'- ias'
words To his fe as he left her at the breakfast
table. -s-- -s.-.
Lacy felt little annoyed, but she resoueIy
checked the half angry feelings, aud determined
to obey her husbands wishes. Her ideal of
sleeping apartment was combination of all
things delicate aud pure therefore her guests
chamber TO use pretty Germansm,) had been
fitted up most daIniily. The carpet was white
ground. With here and there "A cluster of roses
dropped upon it /; the chairs were white harcloth.
embroidered in flowers by Lucy's own hand and
when the comfortable looking lounging chair was
brought up to the fire, and pretty little table be-
side II, Lncy thought nothing was required but a
boque of fragrant flowers to make the lo"k
perfect. The sweetest bosom were called from
her conservatory to supply this only want, and
she arranged III. m N iairy-hke vase, she felt
II the pride of "a young house-keeper in the tas,e-
fully arranged apartment.
About twelve o'clock carriage drove up to the
door. aud Mr.. Torring'on handed out little dow
dish woman wrapped up in silks and furs. with ii
quantity Of very black frizzled hair hanging about
her face. This was the facinatug Mrs. Wharf
ton, and Lucy first feeling, after she had taken
good look her, was one of decided pleasure.
Mrs. Wharton was no beauty. she thought, and
as she unconsciousy glanced al her own fresh,
pretty face IN the opposite mirror, she felt much
more cordial towards her guest.
You see have lad ASIDE ali ceremony, my
dear Mrs. Thornton,' tine strangers first sal
u,alion indeed, Charles and were such in,I-
mate friends. tha, could 40, practice ceremony
with han. Your maine is Lucy, isn't IL! What
sweet Bame. You must lei call you by II ;
hate this formal Mrs ard Mr. Do cail me
florence. Heaven knows have reasop 10
be proud III any other tile. happ> IN bring pe'-
petuail& rosnnd.G ei a BY M b iid-. So sayus,
The lady pr,.ceed ia her apartment Here
Charies, do carry up my dressing case; never
trust II Ia a serva,t' 5 haods. Lucy. dear doni'i
trouble yourself to lake my shawl. Well, If you
will iusist, will give you my boa also. Ring The
bell, 1t you please, Tor soneOody to brins up my
Trucks : and thus finding employment, for all. aud
escnrted by nearly the whole household, Mrs.
Wharton entered her room.
Dropping herself into the easy chair, she placed
her feet upon the fender and looked on with We
ry complaceu, AIR, while Lucy put her cloak aud
bonnet in the ware, Charles arranged her dres.
sins-case as she directed land the servants uisrap
ped her ponderous trunks.
What pretty room this is,' she exclaimed, al
length sbut what horrid taste to furnish bed
room with white. My dear Lucy, you should
never have allowed yourself to be persuaded to
this; complexion eau bear such cold dull TIM,
especially when one is dshabe. | see how il is,
Charles; your wife Is pattern al meat"ess.
ite Parisian taste engrafied this preclseness
wal, improve prdig,ousI,.' ST
Lucy was provoked, and Vet almost amused by
character SO novel as Mrs. Wharton's appeared
to her. Her perfect self possess,on, her cool as
surance, were something quite new to the gentle.
unobtrusive wife; and yet they commanded GER
tain degree of respect, for Lucy felt that her own
tmd,iy of character seemed often like a positive
defect. She wished that she was more like Mrs.
Wharton, aud at the same time. she wished that
Mrs. Wharton was more like herself
She had gone down stairs TO order lunch, which
Mrs. Wharton desired might be served 10 her room,
when suddenly there was great hustle through
out the house bells were RUG, servants were