Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1850-11-23
The Two Weddings.


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book she was reading, as haie continued You
VIII noi Eaess a sure, - musi tell yea. Well,
Il was 10 o.he- than Mana SomeTs, the r5puied /
hciress q lveaty Thousand dollars.
Charles Porter has the privilege Of riding with
any enc he 6neieS, | suppose s4il Florence with
something Of bitterness IN her tone as she took up
wiiherei rose-bad and commenced tearing Il in /
/ pisces.
Certainly. dear Florence but mill yoa came, she 4
never woald receive his attention, and has publicly
SID, although he may nos have heard it, that she
never would marry whose father was nothing
/ bDt c01Buy stoTe-keeper. Bat come, cousin Of
mine, oar New England winds are chilling your
southern blood, even IN the bright month Of June;
let Is 20 INTO the Parlor where left cheerful FIRE
/ blazing
'1lureacs Bsujiy was an err han. She came from
Virginia Immediately after the death Of her parents
ana i was generally supposed that she did 50 from
necessity Her uncle Winters having large fsmi-
~ 10 Support, many wondered that be performed 50
cheeFGily The part Of ialbeF to the beautiful girl
thrown upon BIS bounty. Kate was the eldest ofihe
family, and she seemed TO regard Florence as a So
Perior baiag. She consulted her upon every occa-
sion, and nothing was done without her appreciation
/ Perfect confidence existed between them, and vet
they resembied each other more than the flashing
| diamond and the dewy rosebud All loved, but
few dared approach the beautiful Florence. while
every one caressed the sweet Kate, as though she
were still child. The college students soon found
/ where they could while away a pleasant hour. *
her neglected lessons testified Charles Portor was
the FIRST HON Tumor assigned 10 the beautiful south
erner, but not long did he hold the place; wealth
was hIs Idol, and although he loved with a passion
such as ne might not feel again, pride forbade, and
ne left the field to those who could Biord to marry
poor grl because she was pretty
Florence saw him depart with a mingled feeling
Of sadness and scorn. Sadness that she must for
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self
As the cousins entered the parlor, Kate sprang to
the table, and snatchng couple of cards which Law
on it, exclaimed
'Here Florence are ths.invitaons for the picnic on
the mountain Tomorrow, and yours is from Edward
Wheaton, the poor student as he Is sometimes call
ed. Shall You go: she continued almost GREATNESS
as Florence took the card.
why not, Kate: said Florence, with a smile. the
rosy hue on her cheek deepening to a crimson
" hy You know he IS poor, aud that he was
Obliged to teach common school, to obtain money
1 TO finish his studies
4 know all this Kate, but would YOU refuse to go
with him on that account:'
q should not, of course; but YOU. Florence. you-l
'We what''
why, nothing, only / emit understand YOU
One day you treat with neglect the most arstocratc
and wealthy of our inhabitants, and the next YOU ac-
eept bIushingly, the card of one who has nothing
! but talent to recommend him.
And Is not that sufficient? When YOU learn to I
know the world | have done, dear. Kate. vou
Will no longer wonder at my preference
The next day was pleasant one. The party
went In carriages to the mountain and then ascend
ed 1t on foot. 1t was toisome Journey as any one
who has ever climbed of the White or Green
Mountains can assure you. Kate and the resi- of the
girls bounded along, sometimes with and sometimes
I Ifu tl- trfsS rt-rirtu ,4
the chestnut boughs above their heads But Flor
ence soon tired. She had been more tenderlv nm
tured and was lily fitted for climbing one of the rpq
ged hills OF New Hampshire. But She toied on. and
at iaII reached the top, although she obliged to
| lean heavily on the arm that supported her
Edward Wheaton had loved the beautiful and rift
ed beng who now leaned upon him for support, al
most to adoration; but he had loved without hone :
lie had looked upon her as a bright star. that he
might gaze upon and love, but must not dare 10 call
MS own Ills father died before he had reached the
age OF fourteen But he had struggled on. and in
three months more he would COMPLETE his stnd;es
As ne seated Florence upon the rude seat construc-
led l0r the occasion, he whispered
Il he last part OF our Journey Miss Bentv tbough
lonesome 10 you, VIII be TO me u scene on which
memory will ever love to linger.'
bright blush suifused the before pale check Of
Florence, that passed all unnoticed save nv him
VINO sailed II forth. Refreshments were soon nre-
anu 'heie tiey ulned, win the blue sky of
June above Their heads and the beautiful Connecti-
cut spread far beneath them as it meandered SLOW
y around the mountain. Even Miss Somers fcroot
Tor awhile her dislike of the country manners and
participated In the rural scene By her side was
inc polished Charles Porter, watching every look.
ana showing her every act of devotion. The day
passed too quickly. and it was not until the brgbt
stream below them began TO deepen in shade that
any one thought of returning. They all reached
thelr MONIES safely, If we except our sweet Florence
ana lhe poor student. They both found when alone
ana revolving over the events Of the day, that each
one mad lost heart either previous to or during tho
excursion How they support the loss the sequel
As soon as Charles Porter had finished his studias
Tue enc OF te village were summoned to witness his
hupllas with Maria Somers Mr. Winters family
including Florence, were invited and although il
was gene rally know that she was the betroth.d q,
EDWARD Wheaton, he was left out of the extended
invitatlon-But Florence attended and in her usnaI
dgnlhed manner offered her congratulations TO the
happy couple.
Inc bride wore gold chain, crossed in front. at
tached, minus the watch, to a cord won about The
walst-A brilliant pin sparkled upon her bosom
winch gave back the flush to the snowy bracelet tIat
encircled her arm. Her hair was braided and qatb-
ered 10 the back of her head where il coiled around
bunch OF artificial flowers, half rose and half VEL
vet Such was the dress Of the bride of the fast,-
uous Charies Porter. That he observed IT, we nav
not says bul when Florence approached, dressed as
sue was WIN neatness and elegance combined. he
turned WIN a look that could not be called sa,isrc
oh' 70 me butterfly looking creature hanging upon
MS arm. As they were returning home. Mr. Win
ter said TO Florence
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