The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1849-05-24

the first time she had deigned TO notice
him
1T seems, sir, that your cousin is very
fastidious. and unconscionable difficult to
please; for it is reported that there is not a
lady in his native city that he would mar
ry; and that he has travelled all over Eu-
rope without meeting any one he deemed
worthy to share his hand and fortune
And this seemed one confronting conso-
lation for his so completely neglecting her
row of rouge redeeming moyables-for
sale.
The mechanic smiled, and was about to
reply, when Lawrence came into the apart
ment. The mo her and her daughters
soon retired. Edgar with that everlasting
expression OF mischief on his lip, said, adj
dressing Mr.. Courtland,-
Il heard lady just say, that had three
several fair daughters to market, and has
had these dozen years, that there was not
single lady in New York that Lawrence
Courtland would marry
'She must have very exalted opinion
of me them was the dry response.
'And is ii SO, Courtland!' Edgar laugh
ingly asked of Clinton.
Il do not think he ever made the inqui-
ry,' the o:her rejoined, his dark eye light
ing up with something like pleasure, for
fear perhaps that he would be successful.
Is not this it, cousin!'
sit may bel was not listening,' and
Lawrence leaned his head upon his hand
IN deep detection, until reused from his
abstraction by some one inquiring of him
about his travels abroad-about the coun-
tries and curiosities-the castles on the
Rhine and the ruins on the Rhone; and
then he went on with an ease and facility
that astonished, leaving no room for fur
ther questioning, and about as correctly as
a person would do who had read, with
close attention, of the places and things
desciibed.
Poor ALA! She had feared and felt the
destinations of the courted Courtland-and
they had parted forever, without one SEEM
ing regret on his part, or one wish, one
request to be remembered.
Will he come-will he GOMEZ Methinks hear
HIS foutslep light and free:
Will he come-wIll he come? how fear
lie has half forgotten me.
And then-lhen-but nay, nay
Each darkened oubt be still away.
Catharine Cameron's wedding-day was
near at hand. The bridal paraphernalia
had been sent home, and she with Ala
was examining it. 1t was plain, but cost
ly and elegant And ALA playfally re-
marked
This dress is just like you, Catharine;
it is rich and graceful, and delicate, with a
kind of mysterious-bewilder bewitch-
ingness, that cannot be described, that
cannot be resisted; and ii is too beautiful
too-too loyely--for-'
She hesitated.
For mechanics wife. Let me finish
the sentence for YOU the maiden return
ed, with a sad smile: But she contin-
ued, Il am not very ambitious; perhaps
that station would best beft me-
But | viii never marry a mechanic!'
Ala said, for at leas the ninety and ninth
time.
Something have heard you say be-
fore, sister DEAR responded voice at the
door, and Edgar entered the apartment,
and added-.But would you not marry
Lawrence Courtland now, if he were
mcdaniel
And the merry, mirthful light in his eye
had changed to a serious, searching gaze.
ALA coIored as she answered.
But that is impossible--altogether SO,
you know
Yet you have not replied to my ques-
ton, fair SIS
Il should think | had, satisfactorily
And the maiden's proud lip slightly
curled.
Would you, Ala, would you marry
Lawrence Courtland, if he We're really
mechanic?'
Il have said. But he will llnererb be one,'
was spoken with restless quickness.
sNo--but if he acere, and should offer
you his hand, would you accept it, were
there but that one obstacle in the way?'
And there was provoking smile on the
speaking lip of Edgar.
Alias pride was reused, and in scorn-
fnl, irritable tone she replied
NO! | would sooner die firstl'
The brothers brow was somewhat
clouded, and he responded
Sister, you will one day marry a me-
chanlc, else set me down for false proph-
et-that's ALL
"a false fool! had almost said,' ALA
rejoined, half indignant at the others les
ting language.
Edgar smiled most annoyingly, and ia
king pencil and paper from his packet.
wrote few minutes, and then read oyer 10
himself In low tone, ye. distinctly audi
bic
Il will never marry mechanic No!