The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1849-09-20

her fathers house, and the mother had
already began to exercise quite hospitable
and almost paternal feelings toward him.
Have you popped the question yet,
Ned?' asked.
NO. he answered, 'but intend doing
it the next time | call to see her-but, Tom,
what animal is going up the street, he
asked, casting a look out of the window.
BY Jove!' he exclaimed, It's Fred Peters
the New York soaplock dandy, who was
kicked out of Yale last year for rowdyism.
Bah! his long hair reminds one of the bison
at the menagerie. Lord what a swell he
cuts with his cane and quizzing glass;
Where the duce is he going! Heavens! if
lie hasn't gone to AngeGca's house! What
can the creature want there? He'll fright
en- her to death-he wll-that's fact!'
The winding up of Ned's exclamation
at the unwelcome sight he had just seen,
set me into a roar of laughter, at which nv
friend was sorely nettled. He rose up in
great Indignation and this time audibly
pronouneing me heartless grinning ras-
cal, he left the room. Notwithstanding
the little of Ned which l have alluded to,
he was fellow of rare sense and judg-
ment upon most other points. He was
neither dandy in his dress, nor pedantic
or affected in his conversation, but honest
ly held such things in sovereign contempt.
After the lapse of few days, Ned
again made his appearance. This time
he had the blues horribly--he looked and
acted, like person ready 'to divide him.
self and go to buffets.' Without seeming
TO notice his melancholy and lackadaisical
aspect, Immediately rallied him about
his suit.
How goes your affair with Angelica'
| asked.
Don't say word about it, Tom,' he
replied.
why, you're not rejected, are you,
Tom?'
'No-dueced clear of putting myself in
the way of being rejected. But, I'd tell
you all about it, Tom, if you didn't laugh
so Internally at every thing
SO on. my dear fellow said /, assu-
ming look of serious concern, at the
same time, not daring to open my lips, lest
regular haww-haw would escape them.
We'll, then,' continued Ned, you see l
called upon her the night that Fred Peters
came to town, & who did find there but that
puppy himself, conversing with Angelica,
in his affected lisp, and exhibiting his usu-
al foppishness and swagger; and, would
you believe it! Don't laugh, Tom. So far
from being frightened to death, as pre-
dicted, or even annoyed, she seemed quite
fattered with his attentions. | called
again the next evening. She was alone,
and, as usual, all animation and smiles
Now, thought /, she's herself again, and
now is the time to approach the delicate
topic. So talked all kinds of sentiment
society, refinement, love, domestic happi-
ness, and all that sort of thing.-when,
in the midst of my most eloquent and
/ touching expiations she interrupted me
with
Have you seen Mr.. Peters to-day? ism I
he delightful gentleman! So handsome,
and so agreeable? do wish, Edward,
that you would pattern after him, in the
tone of your voice, and the cut of your
hair-
There! you're a: it again-blast you,
Tomr exclaimed Ned, as the pent-up
laugh of mine no longer restrainable, burst
forth, loud and hearty, in interruption OF
his story.
sAnd so, like sensible fellow said /
you cut stick and run, saying with Shak'
speare, 'all my fond love | blow to the
ID That's not it literally-but if no
the poetry, it's the truth, eh, Ned! Blu
come, come-let's into the woods for {
ramble! Bring on your gun-and posi-
bly,, well scare up both game and sport
what say your
'Tll GO, Tom,' replied Ned, 'any thing
TO drive away those awful blues.
Our hunting accouterments we're al
soon in readiness, and together we set ou
} for the days sport, steering for the fores
which we entered about three miles from
the village. And rare day we had of it
it being the season when small game o
every sort was abundant. Crack, crack
crack, went our merry, pieces, and at every
shot, either the squirrel fell from his bough
or the woodcock and partridge came flut
tering to the ground. So great was th'
slaughter we had made, and so intense th'
excitement of the sport, that it was not un
til we found the game bags full and th'
sun fast going down, that we ceased ou
carnage and bethought ourselves of return
ing. Emerging then from the woods int
road that ran by the side of sparklin.
and transparent brook, through mos
beautiful valley, the richly cultivated farms
and the neat though humble dwellings o
r the farmers, burst upon our view. On
: ward we walked, passing little schoo
children came bounding on their wa.