Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1847-12-01

labors as before, when Rose so unexpect
ledly announced that she had seen Ernest
and taken letter from, him.-When the
sisters entered the little cottage it was eyi'
dent that something was necessary to dispel
Mrs. Sunderland's ill-temper. ~. 80
/ ssYes,. it's pretty lit, eahing;; what love
of eyes it has, and such nice long ears!
But really, Margaret, you must not go out
and leave me at home without a sixpence;
there was no silver in your purse, and the
post.boy came here and refused to! leave a
London letter without the money; it is ass
tonishing how impudent those fellows ore
.l>sl1ad s6
Margaret interrupted her mothersby say
ing, that she left ten Or twelve shillings in
her purse. z.
Ay-very true-as you did; but a
woman called with such an assortment Of
sweet collars. and it is so seldom have an
opportunity now of treating myself to any
little bit of dress, that used them; it was SO
cheap, only eleven-and-sixpence, with so
lovely border of double-hem stitch, and the
corners worked in the most delicate bun
ches of fusia-here it is.'
Sand did the letter really go back moth.
er!' s ~ ~
81 wish you would not call me mother; it
is SO vulgar! every one says mama, even
married women. No, it did not go back;
sent Mary into the grocer's to borrow half
a crown. You need not get so red, child;
said you were out had my purse-and
would repay it tomorrow morning"
Degradation on degredarion. tho't poor
Margaret, as she took the letter; 81 cannot
repay it tomorrow; that was the last silver
in the house; know not where to get a
shilling till next week.
81 must say, Margaret, for young wo.
man, you are the least communicative per-
son ever met; you have got that letter
by heart by this time, should imagine
Pray, who is it from?"
Margaret Sunderland seemed perfectly
UNCONSCIOUS ofthes question, but continued
the re-perusal of her epistle, as if her moth
er had not spoken; she then left the room
without uttering single word. s2s
Il must say, Rose, thatIyour sister gives
me great deal of uneasiness," said Mrs.
Sunderland; ssshe is so unlike me in all
things-so selEwilled-so like your poor
father, who, indeed, always made her his
companion. She wants tenderness, and
'sOh! my dear mama!" exclaimed the
generous, thoughtless Rose, ''you cannot
think that, I am sure. If you only knew
what q sacrifice she made tonight to catch
you that little hare; and. Us to her purse,
know that the reason she changed color was,
that it contained all the money in the
house," -. s... .-....-. .s.- ~rsr
"Then she ought to manage better; |
never used to be without money in London;
it is very odd-''and so ran on this incon.
siderate lady, until the heart of her young.
est-born ached within her., from perfect
WEAKNESS, and shame at her selishness. =.
"Rose," said Margaret, as the former en-
tered their bedroom, sscome hither; you may,
perhaps, see Ernest Heathwood again, ane
you can then return him this She placed
the unopened letter in her hand. 81 do ne
wish to read it, particularly now; it nigh
have baneful effect upon the purpose
which, trust in God, shall have strength
to accomplish. And now, dearest, sit here
! and look over this other letter have re
ceiyed from London r4s <..-.
Rose took the paper that Margaret offer
ed, and moved from opposite the cracke'
looking glass which garnished the simple
dressing table.
I'll stand here, please, sister; I can no
bear to sit opposite that disagreeable trun
perry glass; it makes my nose. crooked. Oh
Maggy, do you remember the beautiful
mirrors we had in Bedford-square, and m,
pretty little bed, with its pale-pink silk cur
tains, looped with roses? Heigho! did nc
know what patchwork quilt meant then;
, and she glanced contemptuously at tn
clean, but humble, coverlet of their simpl
couch. 1893 ''i''z@' 20 -s.* ~
- sMy dear Rose, do be serious, and read
| sWhat an ungenteel looking letter!-
such coarse paper, and such scribblely
scrabbley hand! Whatever the hand @
> paper might be-, after she had fairly con
] menced, she did not again speak until sh
! had finished the perusal from beginning I
end; and then, with one loud cry of Joy
j, she threw herself into her sisters arms.
: Margaret, dear Margaret think {
your taking this so quietly when l, my deo
g sister-I shall certainly lose my sense.
d We shall be rich, more rich than ever; an
: you Can marry GrneSt-uedT, kiuu LFHe
: and we can live in London, and keep OF
: carriage, and. Nay, sister, do let n
e break that odious glass. o, Margaret,
h am so happy! Let us 60 and tell our mi
q ther-mansd- beg her pardon; and yo
t shall give up your pupils; dear, beautifi
It letter! Let me read it again! And tt
l. second perusal threw her into greater raj
n tnres than the first - ~
q 1T is better not to mention this to our mt
y ther, think, said Margaret, when her si
t ter's ecstacies had in some degree subsi'
Y ed. sAnd yet she is our parent, and h,
n therefore right to our confidence, thoug
n know she will endeaver to thwart my n
b solves
E asThwart your resolves!' replied Rose,
: astonishment; why, what resolves can yo
!. have, except to marry Ernest, and be ;
b happy as the day is iongs
d Il shall never marry Ernest Heathwood
d replied her sister, in; q trembling voice
n though certainly shall be more hapP
II than I ever anticipated in this world. 'ao
d Il cannot pretend to understand you
l. .,,1 o1,o,