The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1850-08-07
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BY ELLEN ASHTON.

BY ELLEN ASHTON
FNary Murray, you say and, pray, who is
Ishe?
These words were addressed by one young
lady to another, in reference 10 an acquaIn
ltance to whom one Of them had Just bowed
who? The daughter of Widow Murray
A dear, sweet, aniable girl as ever lived is
Mary, too--you ought TO know her.
'I'd rather not said the first speaker, with
a toss of the head. The daughter Of widow
Murray, who keeps a petty thread and nee
die store! Why, the next thing will be to
associate with ones kitchen maids;
But, in this country, Emma, it is merit
that makes the rank, replied the other
Here you know, we have no 1ristocracy.
Mary Murray is more beautiful, more acc m.
plished aud more am'able, too, than half my
school. mates.'
We'll, | can tell you one thing, if you keep
up your acquaintance with her, you'll be cut
by all genIeel people. Do you think the
Livingslons, Harrisous, and Lawrences will
come to your parties, if they are to meet
shop-girls there2'
They can do as they please replied
Kate Vlliers, with spirit. But one thing is
certain, shall moi give up Mary for them, as
! like her for herself and not her ancestors.
Besides, for all | know, she may be as well
born as they are; never thought TO inquire
Just at this moment handsome young
man, riding a beautiful horse, passed, and
made bow TO the young ladies The first
speaker vas all bushes at this public notice
from one of the richest and most fashionable
men in the city.
'Dear me- said she, 'how glad am he did
not see you speak to that Miss Murray! He
would never have noticed either Of us again
Kate VlIlers curled her pretty lip in scorn
MS she replied.
Frank Hastings is TO sensible 10 be olfec,
ted by such thing, I.fancy. But, il he is
not, he is only the more to be piticd' And
warming with natural indignation, she con-
tinued, 1T vexes me beyond patience to see
people, in this country, talking of the gentll
ity Of their families, when, out OF hundred.
there is scarcely one that is not descended,
and at no great distance, from some honest
or respectable farmer Take our
richest families! A century ago they we're
poor, while the real old gentry Of that dayare
now generally beggared. Who was Aston?
poor German lad. Who was Grard? A
French cabin boy. What was Abbot Law,
renee once? A Yankee wood-chopper. So,
TOO, our great statesmen, Clay, Webster, and
Benton, all rose from nothing. We ought to
ask, not who q PERSONS ancestors were, but
what they are themselves
A few days after, as Kate and her ac.
1uainIance were walking together, they met
Miss Murray, who, unconscious 4 offence,
stopped 10 converse with Kate. Emma was
ev IDENTIFY uneasy, the more 50 as her keen
eye detected Frank Hastings promenading
down the street toward them. Po!leness
KEEP. her stationary, for a moment, but, as he
drew nearer, the disgrace OF being seen with
the daughter Of thread and needle woman,'
as Emma called Mrs. Murray, proved too
strong for her courtesy, and she abruptly
broke away and went into STORE, pretending
a wish TO purchase some ribbin.
Frank Hastings, meantime came saunter-
ing idly down the street, end only perceived
Kate when close upon her.
Good morning. he said, bowng his eye
attracted by Miss Muuay's pleasing face
win you take pity on an idler, Miss Villiers,
aud allow me 10 accompany you in your
wnlk?'
Kate, who was eagerly engaged, and 10 a
friend Of Franks, answered frenkly, far size
and Hastings were almost as intimate as
brother and sister:
Il shall be pleased if you will. Only you
must be very agreeable, for my friend and
are used 10 having sense talked 10 us, and il
you don't acqut yourself credilably, we shall
black ball you, as you say at the club, the
next time you ask for permission 10 walk with
us"
Frank, hewever, needed no incentive tc
induce him to talk his best; for the sweet
countenance of Mary, in which every emo
ton of the heart was reflected, was inspira
tion enough.
They stopped at last, al Mrs Murray;
hule Store. Frank looked, with some sur
prise, al the humble appearance of the dwell
ling; but this did not prevent his bow 10 Mary
being deeply respectful, as he walked Of
with her friend.
'And that charming git',' he said, assists
10 support her mother, by standing behnc
Inc countR. Do you know, Kate, was hal
in love with her before, and now | am en-
lIrely so? A wife, such as she would make
rs worth having, because she is worth dozel
of the foolish votaries Of lashion-giIded
conceited butterflies like your friend Emma
You must take me TO Miss Murray's SOM
evening, and introduce me regularly
Kate had known Frank too well to suppos
he would despise Mary, because her molhe
had been reduced to comparative poverty
but she had not dreamed for an Instant of hi
falling in love with her. a2pt now, as sh
hastily thought over the Nod qualities 0
each, she clapped her hands and cried:
THAT will ], for you are just suited 70
each other. We will go tomorrow night
And again and again Frank went, and aitt
tho first two interviews, always without Kat,
lie was noble-henrted, intellectual, graceful
and refined; and Mary could not long resi-
the devoted suit he paid TO her Indeed, nfl,
lsome maidenly struggles with her heart, 81