Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1849-11-08

Miss Edgecombe's heavenly voice at.
tracted my attention.
'Ehl 60 off in raptures, will you'll
We'll, she has sweet voice. pleasant
smile passing over her features; i, is
one of the most winning--the softest--
the sweetest but what of that, hal
What business have you TO listen TO her
voice?
j could not help it, SIR answered
julius, smiling in return. Anxious 10
behold one whose beauty was sure
must be equal to her charming voice, /
passed round TO the other side of the
house, was unfortunately too late;
you were bearing Miss Edgecombe
from the box; who had apparently fam.
ted. ran forward toto offer my as.
sistance but could only
Only what! you susceptible young
rascal
Only pick up feather
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. up
featherl Well, 60 on, go on
We'll, sir, bore my disappointment
with the best grace l could. Itook
every means Imagination could sugges,
to discover the owner of the feather,
but vainly. 1t was at this time | met
your advertisements; | came here; !
heard the voice Of your daughter;
recognized il at once; the rest is known
to you
No, it is not known to me, and what
excuse have you to offer for thus pay
ing your addresses clandestinely 10 my
daughter1'
Let me plead his pardon, dear papa
cried Anna, who unperceived had en-.
tered the room.
What! what! you here miss! Look
here, and tell me who wrote this pretty
note, beginning, my dearest Julius,
l.
Obi never mind reading i, papa, !
wrote it you know and now wont you
forgive usl Indeed we could not help
falling in love. 1t is all my fault; for
Julius wanted to speak to you long
while ago.
He did, did he7 | don't believe it,
oh fatberp
We'll zoundsl believe | am getting
into passion; 60 call your mother
o, mother knows all about it, ex-
claimed Anna, with great simplicity.
Yes, I'll warrant mother knows it,
o, you are all plotting, but l will put
a stop TO it at once. l will have no
more sly doings. Mr.. Julius Lacos,e,
come here, sir; and you Miss Anna
Edgecombe, come here!'
Yes Papa. o, how demure you are!
Give me your hand miss--there, young
man take her; she is yours, and God
bless you BOTH
%, dearest papaP
My dear sir, |
Stop or l shall certainly get in a
passionl / say you shall be married
next week, and then we will oil 60 to
France together
1t was the evening preceding the one
appointed for the wedding. Julius ar
rived at the residence of his adored
Anna, bearing something very choice,
ifone might Judge by the care with
which he handled very thin parcel,
neatly folded in tissue paper.
Look here, Anna he exclaimed, see
what has been my solace, my happiness
my delight, since that fortunate even.
ing at the opera. have never told
you of this before. for | felt chary Of
my secret treasure even TO you, dearest
but now that am so soon to call my
own, let me return my long cherished
prize to its rightful owner.
So saying julius, removing the deli,
cate envelope. gently Withdrew the
broom feather, and pressing it for the
last lime to his lips, gracefully rendered
it to Anna. Mischief lurked in the cor.
ners of her rosy mouth, as she replied
o, that feather Julius. Yes! re-
member, | had never attended the opera
before that evening. and was of course
delighted; but unfortunately in one Of
the most interesting scenes, mama fain,
ted
Your mother tainted, Annar
Yes and in bearing her out, Thu
feather was, by some means, looseneo
from her hat, and
Then il was not you that wore iil'