Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1847-12-09

turned hustily away, | saw smile dimple
her flushed cheek. The next instant
she was gone. The victor was fled, and
the vanqushed held the field.
The next morning, the wind was in
the south, and sportsman-like, | rose be-
fore the day. But clouded skies had
lost their charm. There had been an
archy in my dreams and revolution in
my brain. King Nimrod had abdicated,
and Cupid, the sans cutiote, had assumed
the directorate. | picked flint, and
then my teeth. | snooded a hook, and
caught my thumb. put on my hunt.
ing toggery, and put it off again, and
went back to my bed, and lay half
dreaming, of cottages in the green wood,
and Kate Russells in muslin, of palaces
in the city and Kate Russells in satin,
of affairs and flames, arrows and rings !;
till, at sound Of bell, rose up, deter
mined to leave Dir S to their bougbs and
fishes TO their brooks, aud to look on
Kate Russell again with all speed.
Now there would have been nothing
improper 20 my walking over TO the Col
onels, and introducing myself like a
gentleman. But round about ways are
natural to lovers, and a round about way
naturally took. know that Frank
had warned the cousin of our coming,
and trusted that his friendship had
painted me in winning colors. had
brought with me for evening reading, the
first edition of the Lady of the Lake,
then fresh from the press and having
inscribed on the blank page kate Rus
sell, from her cousin Frank in Frank S
own sprawling hand, | made a dash for
the camp. Fortune was in love with me,
and | met Kate where we had parted.
| introduced myself, saying that came
with better auspices than before, for |
had brought with me gift from her
cousin, which he charged me to deliver
Immediately.
" He could not have sent me letter
of introduction more fairly writ" said
she, " and | have been longing for this
book for weeks. But how did Frank
ever dream of doing SO pretty thing ~
r. | blushed at my poor trick.
" Perhaps Franks friends are blessed
with better TASTE" continued she
"But pardon me for OBTAINING you here
The minstrel makes me forget all cour-
tesy. You must let me lead you to the
house. My father will be most happy
to welcome friend of our dear cousin
to the Old Colony"
At the house | found Col. Russell
who greeted so poor substitute, cithe
in the prim GOODNESS or the blunt famil
iarity Of cur parvenus--a courtesy il
whose presence neither rudeness no
, diffidence could eXist-a courtesy tina
both conferred and commanded respect
The old lady was one of those WHO new
err lose the kindness and vivacity o
youth one of Coleridge's, dear ole
, souls ; and to all, that | saw the frient
of that relative, seemed sufficient reason
for the warmest kindness.
The Colonel reproached me for no.
f coming directly TO his house, and nothin,
f would atone for the fault but that m
trunks should forthwith be brought, an,
| become one of the household.
Thus, kind reader, thou has the begin
: ming and end of my wooing. How
, sped, and how much the tale of Nal
colin and Ellen had to do with openin
Hates heart, and how, when or where
, the sweet confession was tempted fror
, her ripe lips, are secrets not to be told
: even to thee, Yet let me warn thee, (a
one, if thou would'st not easily be wor
TO beware how, at twilight, in the lister
, ing woods, thou nearest that tale from
a young mans lips, or flee, ere with dee
/ and low and pleading tone, he reads,
:, His chain Of gold the King unstrung,--
, Tho links DER Malcom's neck he flung;
Then gently drew the glitterng band,
:. And laid the clap on Ellcn's hand"
= If he be of mortal mould, he cannot b,
press thy hand somewhat meaningly, a
v he closes the book, and the same thought
t will be in both your hearts, and the
. wilt find it hard TO say to him Nay
Two months had passed over me mi:
: cradle, and | had heard no word ,
Kate. had tried to write to her, b,
n my heart had failed me, and at length
: had taken l@osophy to my bosom an
It comGorted myself with wise saws, an
S laid an embargo on all thoughts of Low
Is 1t was the day.before Christmas, and s.
y drowning my sorrows in the bowl-of II
4 meerschum, when Frank Russell bur
d into my room.
y What makcst thou here from G,
c than, Francisco 2"
l. Much good it does, Harry, to ser
d you to pretty girl-that yellow amb
f. pleases you more than the reddest lips
n the Bay State. 'I,meant for you !
a marry Kate Russell and here you 81
rs putting at your COMPOUNDED Turks head
r, and, because you are luggard at wol
re ing. Kate must be sacrificed to
Il noodles"
!; "Not to be married. said I,with
g vigorous puff.
s, Something very like it, or there's /
a meaning in white rlbbons-and to-mo
& rows night, too. But what are yc
S, blushing at, man That's new tric