The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1849-07-05
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From The Ladies' Naiional Msgsz ne.
MATCH MIXING.
By MARY DEvESAST.

Poor Mrs Lincoln. how pity her. ex-
claimed Mrs. Mervyn, as she turned her
eyes from the lady IN question. 10 address
gentleman who had Just taken seat be-
s!oe her.
Why sol' replied Mr. Howard; she
does not look IN very piriable condition.
a; the present moment al least, with her
smiling face, her gliilering turban, and her
velvet dress
Look again, said the lady. and you
VIII see that she Is IN perfect fever of
iraPauence and anxiety. Her mouth
smiles Il Is true, but look al her eyes roll
ing IN fine phrenzy befR cen nv Kate.
who Is talking 10 that fashionable rowdy.
ST. Clair, and her own pretty, over dressed
daughter, who IS listening with such tell
tale face 20 poor young Marsloa. As the
fsies seem always against her. wish with
al my heart she may fail In her endeavors
20 separate those two, who would sun each
other So well
Have the fates such peculiar pleasure
In crossing Mrs. Lincoln.-in nv igno-
rance have always supposed her very
successful manager
In some respects she NAV be, vet she
seems TO faIl IN attaining what she sets her
heart most upon. She Tres her best 10
goEeIn her husband-he walks the even
tenor OF his way, allowing her 10 fret and
fume and manRuvre as she NAV. Anofh-
er OF her aims has ben to be leader In
the world OF fashion-she has succeeded
In only being lis most subservient follow
er. She has SET her heanupon her daugh-
ter's being dashing belle. and is bitterly
- Il
something better. Strong, however. In
her determination 10 conquer fate she
forces to girl TO undertake the part she
wishes her to play. and then wonders at
her want OF success. Just look al the poor
child, almost crushed under the load OF
hnery with which her mother has bediz-
ened her.
Mr.. Howard looked IN the direction IN
dlcated, and smiled as he observed the gen
tie brow OF the preuy Flora overshadowed
BY Poaderous wreath, which would have
served 10 crown three genuine godesses OF
spring, her slender arms weighed down
with their multitudinoas bracelets, and her
petite figure hounced 10 the waist. sniil lis
symmetry was destroyed in the pTofusion
OF drapery. Extremely difident by na-
fare, she was al that moment shrinking
stlA more from notice, 10 conceal the blush
es that were naniling on her cheek, from
pleasure IN the society of one she secretly
preferred.
but you were about telling me Of a love
aiiaIr-were you noin said Mr.. Howard.
Nay, know nothing about II. | only
surfntse from Flora's conscious looks thai
she prefers young Marston, whose only
f.ritfs that he Is poor; and from her moth
er's hdgets and maneuvres. that she has
fxed her heart upon ST. Clair, whose only
virtue is that he is rich and fashionable.
and who 50 sadly misases the gifts with
which kind nature has endowed him, that
no sensible woman would wish him for q
soa-ln-law.'
Nay, you are too hard upon ST. Clair.
s&io MI. Howard-.besides, fortune and
fssnion In these DAYS are not so much de-
sp'sed. even by sensible people; and If ST.
Clslr Is hitle Wild, why a pretty, gentle
Ssse, would De gus, the very thing for him.
So am for the match decidedly and with
gay laugh Mr. Howard moved through
the crowd.
Flora Lincoln had looked forward 70
this ball with intense pleasure, for she
knew thar she would then meet with one