The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1849-05-17

cousin, and feared he might be hurt or dis
pleased; yet she answered,
'Oh, because-because-I don't know.
Because
Let me answer for you, SIS said Ed
gar, archly. st is only foolish, idle
predjudice of hers that mechanic can
not be gentleman, refined, social and in
telligent.' Lawrence forced smile, and
rsioined,
But is not my cousin all thisv But
ALA was not to be argued out of her whim
and she returned laughing,
We'll do not know have not heard
him speak since he was here, and, there
fore, Mr.. Courtland, you will excuse,
think, my not passing judgment on him.
Lawrence bit his lip and only added,
True. l know he's rather reserved,
but nobler, loftier heart never throbbed
on EARTH
Many beautiful belle tossed her head
dbdainfully, and said something disparag
ingly of the working classes, and many an
autocrat brother, and aristocratic mother
cIimed in, in chorus, and Courtland would
phyfully and eloquendy ward off every
oljectional observation; and even the timid
Chtharine put in word almost uncon-
sciously.
81 would rather be the sister Of the hon
es daily laborer, than the jewelled, and
p,mpered, and hattered relative of the
ptrse proud parasite of Fashion, or the
bide of power-loving, power-dispensing
Prince
| lip, and the pale speaker saw it and felt it.
Leaving her seat, she sat down by the open
! window that overlooked spacious piazza.
And there, on low bench, not two feet
| frpm the easement, sat Clinton Courtland,
| with half-closed volume in one hand and
| his flushed temple leaning on the other,
and evidently listening with careless inter-
| esi. Not purposely had he placed him.
self there, and perhaps he did not deem it
duty to withdraw. Lawrence and Ed
gar had left him there when they came in,
bat he preferred remaining alone with his
thoughts; alone with his book.
| The slight noise that Caroline made in
changing her seat caused him to lift his
eyes. They met her gentle, kind COM
miserating glance fixed earnestly, tenderly
upon him. A deeper flush passed over
his white brow, and with faint smile and
graceful bow, he arose and walked away.
| Catharine had met the charm of those dark
and beautiful eyes, and she thought that
tears were there, mingling with the proud,
rich light in their deep depths.
| 1t was almost the evening hour. The
spacious apartments were well nigh de-
serted, and still Catharine Cameron sat by
that same window, evidently watching the
glorious golden sunset. A tall, slight form
| darkened the hushed recess, and Clinton
Courtand seated himself beside her.
you are sad tonight, Miss Cameron,
he remarked in a melancholy tone.
| Am II she asked, striving to rally her
scattered thoughts, and then added, 'and
| yet, methinks, it is an hour in which we
should not indulge in sorrowful reflections
but should rather be thankful, be grateful
to the Giver of every gift for the beautiful
world around us, and for all life's bless
ings.'
THAT world in which there is no cold
ness, deceit, hypocrisy and envy Court
land responded, with some bitterness.
Catharine sighed. She knew he was
thinking of that days conversation; and
after few moments pause Clinton again
spoke.
1 -OO Ou tiIIilh II pOSSiolO3 4s4loo OdhlC-
ron, that the predjudices of your cousin
could be overcome! Are they owing to
an incorrect education, or obstinacy.'
Catharine grew pale. A sudden pain
pierced her heart. And did he love ALA!
And yet she replied with desperate calm
ness,
! i DO not know; yet think they might
be eradicated. ALA is lovely girl. None
need fear to trust their happiness in her
hands. Hers is no common mind. And
1-and perhaps-you-you-
4 understand you, Miss Cameron Clin-
ton answered, smiling, and fixing his deep
| eye on her bent brow, 'but you misander-
stand me. shall never be a candidate
for the heart and hand of Miss Emerson
deserving though she be, and were assu-
red of success. Edgar is my friend, and
| respect the sister-nothing more. But
do not feel interest enough there to lead
me to combat her false prepossesions.
do not presume so high.-And yet, lady
have | not one champion 'mong all this
| gay and giddy crowd!
Catharine blushed as she recollected the
remark that had, hours before, escaped hel
/ lips, and changed the subject.
j Why fear if he is there,
;! Thou OH dnnser cometh near?'