Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1846-09-30

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Mr.. Greenleaf soon perceived that fretting about
his hair only made it fall the faster, and when
spring he resolved to try country air. exercise
and amusement, by way of renewing his youth and
forgetting his troubles. Mrs. Wilson strongly OPP
posed the plan. She prophesied damp beds, close
rooms, snakes, wet feet and broken bones-but in
vain. Mrs. Armour only sighed, and asked him to
what part of the country he was going. He said he
had not vet decded-for the truth was he had Sc
cret, underlined fear that she would follow him and
throw herself in his way, and so get him after ALL
This fear is a compliment which men sometimes pay
to the irresistible power of the weaker sex. So Mr..
Greenieaf slipped off clandestineIy, as it were, and
soon found himself in part of the country where
there could be little fear of any traps but those set
for foxes or weases. Here he felt quite safe, and
went cunning and fishing very industriously careful
ly rubbing the smoothe spot his head every night
with an infallible specific.
But one day when he was coming home to his
lodgings after mornings shooting, he saw in field
which he was just about to cross, an old lady and
beautiful young girl very much terrified by sumo I'M
ruly cattle. His galIantry aroused. and he ms
family prepared to climb the fence to hasten to their
rescue; butt unfortunately, he set his gun down,
twig touched the trigger, and full charge Of small
shot was lodged in his shoulder. He heard the la
dies scream, and saw them run towards him, but he
knew no more: for everything swan before him, la
dies, CATTLE and skies, and he sank ainting
the ground.
He recovered, as heroes should, lying on bed in
neat chamber, with charming face leaning over him.
But this sweet vision was soon exchanged for the
far less amiable of an old country doctor, who
examined his wounds and extracted as many of the
shot he could, giving as his opinion that fit had
been little more this way or that way, no human
skill mot even his )could have saved the patient:
but being just where it was, he thought it might be
done-so, after thorough probing and many cautions,
be left some huge walls of medicine and departed.
Poor Mr.. Greenleaf! Is it to be wondered at that
be thought of Mrs. Wilson's wise remonstrances?-
that his memory reverted TO that snug room which
had long accommodated him, and the careful hands
that anticipated all his wants! But his present hos
tess left nothing undone, and when household duties
called her down STAIRS she left to watch the patient
that same pretty creature whose freight had first ex
cited Mr.. Greenea's gallantry. If he must be
led, and away from home and Mrs. Wilson, he could
not be better Off
Before many days he was able to sit up again-for
his wounds had been fortunately scarcely more than
skin deep-and then he became mole and more &C
luanted with the old lady and her granddaughter.
Their name was Retford, and the young one was
JAILED JEANNE. She was sprightly creature, with
fright, dancing eyes, and ceaseess flow of spirits,
md MIR. Greenleaf found her society in the sick-room
charming that he almost wished to retard his con-
with the return of health must
anish every for remaining longer guest at
lrs. Retfords. She treated him with all the atten-
ention of daughter, and an afectionate one, too,
title thinking that the staid bachelor meanwhile
pecuating on the feasibility ofmaking wife of her.
lere was case in which the establishment could
ave no weight, since neither JEANNE nor her grand
nother had seen or heard of it. Here was sweet,
nipple, lovely creature, expert all delicate house.
oldrydomestic in her habits and evidently affection
re In her of course for she
ad never seen anybody in these wilds. Why not try
secure an interest in her young heart and take her
. the handsome town home, let Mrs. Wilson look
our as she might! Nay, why not take at once, and
'ust to winning her heart afterwards, as unweared
indness was sure TO do7 Mr.. Greenleaf though. all
lis over for days and days.
Meanwhile the pretty JEANNE went on as if she
ad been bent on making conquest. She read to
IN, she sang to him, with the graceful accompani-
ent of Spanish guitar, on which she was no mean
,rformer; she shook up his cushions, kept off the
es with fresh branch, split and buttered his muffin
18th her rosy-tpped fingers, and "performed to ,
lint" all those charming little attentions which are
aoothing to the convalescent. She was SO un- i