Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1849-11-24
had fought her battles all through her child
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ish campaign; and she had no brother.--
She was Walters cousin too; sort OF half
first cousin, for her mother had been the
half sister of Walters mother. They were
not too near related, for purposes hereafter
TO be named.
Poor Molly she would have cried her
eyes out on this occasion, had it not been
that Walters solemn phiz set her ideas of
the ridiculous in motion; and she made q
merry ten minutes as a windAup to their
parting scene. Three days afterwards
Walter was in New York, and Just four
months and twenty days farther on in
Times almanac he was making out invoi-
ces and acting as corresponding clerk TO
'the firm in Bombay. '-ai ~
] shall not stop long enough to relate
how many times he went to the exhibition
of venomous-looking cobra de capelos Bit
ing Sepoys just for fun, and to show how
innocent the beauties were, and how easy
their bite was cured how often he visited
the far famed Elephant caves; how many
times he-dined with good Sir Robert Grant,
the Governor of Bombay, and how he was
with him, and what he said the very morn
ing of the day the old scourge, the cholera,
made the excellent Sir Robert his victim
all these things / shall leave to another
time, and more appropriate heading. I
skip over all these, and six years of time
beside, and land Master Walter at Staten
Island, bring him up TO the city in steam
boat, and leave him at a respectable hotel,
and there let him sleep all night, and take
q good s'shore rest" after tedious voyage
of four months and more.
The next morning we awaken him;
make him get up, pay his bill, take hack,
and ride down to the New Haven steam
boat, and go on board 1t is seven O'Clock,
A. NJ. AT one, P. NJ, the boat has reach
ed the landing; his trunk and ''trapsn are
on board the Litchfeld stage he has taken
a seat inside his destination is an interme-
diate village. He is alone in the stage; no,
not alone there is an old woman on the
front seat, and Presbyterian clergyman
on the middle seat. The stage is up in the
city, and slowly meandering about New
Haven town, picking up passengers, who
have sent their names to the stage office, as
is still customary in that staid and sober
city of mineralogy, theology, and other
| OIOSltS III SCuSldis lie SldSc Jcuu pulls
up at the door of a neat little cottage in
Chapel street to take up passenger, a
young lady of sweet seventeen or therea-
bout. Before she has fairly got inside,
Walter has noticed her, and she has noticed
him too. He gazes in astonishment at the
perfect vision of loveliness before him; he
hasn't seen anything of the kind for some
years. There is not particle of copper
about her. She, on her part, half laughing,
has regarded him uery attentively; pushes
back the golden ringlets that almost shut in
her face, and takes another look, as if to
be certain that she has made no mistake.
"Here is seat, miss, beside me-" says
the gospel preacher.
"Thank you, sir, but prefer sitting on
the back seat with TINT gentleman, if he
will let me-" said the most electrical voice
that Walter had listened to in some time.
sCertainly, MISS" said the delighted
Bombayite; and when she seated herself
by him, she gazed into his face with such a
queer kind of mixed up delight and aston
ishment, that Walter actually took a look
down upon himself, to ascertain what there
was about his person that appeared to be
so pleasing to the fair maiden but he dis
covered nothing unusual. The stage rolled
on toward Derby, at its usual rapid rate ol
: five miles an hour, and Walter and the
merry maid seemed as chattey and cosey
together as though they had known each
other for years instead of minutes. The
minister tried TO engage the ringlets in con-
versation, but he soon found himself s'no
where" She had neither eyes nor ear.
for anybody else but Walter; and he had
: told her more about his travels, and Bombay
, scenery, than he ever told anybody else be-
fore or since.
AT last they came to Derby. Their hor.
scs had to be changed, and four fresh skele.
E tons were harnessed and tackled on to the
! old stage. Walter handed the gentle cir
d back TO her old seat as gracefully as ht
: could have done had he never lived il
S Bombay, but always stopped in New York
:, They were alone now the minister anc
!, the old woman had got out at Derby.
"Well we are OFF once more how fal
: are you goingw said Walter, as the stag,
' went oil. I-.,a g- ra. .a :
''Not quite as far as Litch6eld. You sa,
: that your friends reside at Pomperany.--
;, How glad they will be to see you" NJ
y "Very probably, unless they have forgot
> ten me which is likely, for | suppose hav,
e e altered some in six years." l .'
II "Not particle, l." a.r .'I
:. The pretty maid forgot what she wa
81 going to say. but at last remembered an,
;; continued a Na,.r.
:. 81 should suppose you had not altered
y for you said you were seventeen when yo
c was last at your home, and now you ar
u only twenty-three. You must have bee
70 !. grown nearly as large as you are now"
' "Perhaps SO; [; but still, am somewha
= tanned by exposure IN an East India eli
Is mate"
re "Yet l think you will be recognized b
:. every body in the little village. DO yo
n know young lady in Pomperany Of III
at name of Mary Fullerp r,. g .agcI
I'd ""What little Mary' my 'little wife