Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1851-08-13


! "Yes," she answered che has been
gone one year, and expects to remain two
more"
Here, then, was mystery difficult to
solve. Memory, which had before been
dim and indistinct upon some subjects,
now brought suddenly and with yividness
to my recollection his extreme dislike to
books and study, and the question occur
red to me, "what was he to do at college!"
As memory resumed her whole powers, L
began to wonder whether Amy had sym
pathized with me in bestowing upon him
all the names in the long catalogue of vir-
tues, and looked earnestly at her to read,
if possible, her countenance. But there
she stood, calmly adjusting stray lock OF
her hair, which had fallen from beneath
her night-cap, her face unmoVed and placid
as ever. With many sighs for the wasted
time and patience bestowed upon the music
which was to please him, and one deeply
drawn for the dissolving in air of the beau
tiful castle l had built, never again to be
re-erected with the same presiding genius
to compose its felicity, l sank into pro-
found slumber.
The four weeks Of my stay in the coun-
try would have passed pleasantly enough,
had it not been for the vague feeling OF
disappointment and modification l expe-
rienccd every time George Pearson's name
was mentioned The music remained
slowed away in my trunk, for l felt as
though 1 did not wish to see it, and l did
not dare to trust my imagination to invest
another with the mantle which had fallen
, from him, for fear of again being disap'
, pointed.
Once more I paid Amy visit after an
, absence of two years. This one was to be
of longer duration than any preceding one,
and prepared myself for every possible
pleasure. George Pearson had returned
, from college, but whether his studies there
had improved his intellectually, l could
not ascertain most certainly, however
his fondness for amusement was in nowist
f diminished, and the old dough-trough wa:
r changed for neatly made sail boat, pain
= ted green.
, "Come, girls, get ready for sail dowI
, the creek" he called out one warm after
r noon, as Amy and myself were vainly en-
| deavoring to cool ourselves under tn
9 shade of an immense willow, whose bend
ing branches reached the ground, thu
t forming a natural arbor.
r "That would be quite delightful"
n exclaimed chow could you find out ex
!, actly what we both wished! ?"
. "Would it be safe to 60 with those ON
inous clouds in the north wcst?" replied
Amy.
> 81 always insure the lives Of those
t take with me-" he answered, gaily.
Amy still hesitated, and he leaned ovel
: the chair on which she was setting, and il
! a low tone said few words, which seemed
to dissipatc her fears, for she rose hastily
!, and went into the house to prepare for the
sail.
"Ah, Amy" I said, as she was tying
, on her bonnet, "Gcorge Pearson, by hi:
! selection, has given evidence of taste"
II do not understand you" she replied,
, slightly coloring; Gam l to congratulate
you on being his choice %
"Come, come, no wilful misunderstood
ing" l answered "it would require but
little penetration to dive into the mystery
of his attachment to you"
"Then 1 can tell you, Marie" she said
f in a tone more nearly approaching tc
anger than any thing had ever heard
from her, "he may prepare himself for q
disappointment for if he should propose,
1 will let him know that I consider it q
piece of very great impertinence.''
"Ah, WE'LL" replied, laughing, "we'll
see; however, Amy, dear, It's best not tc
act too precipitately upon such an occasion,
as it would be extremely disagreeable il
YOU should find cause to regret your refu
, sal of him, particularly if he should net
asl, second time but l think We have
kept him long enough in waiting, and he
will grow inpatient, which would be rather
unpleasant in such warm weather"
You are mistaken, dear reader, if you
think the knowledge of George Pearon's
attachment to my friend troubled me
greatly. That it did slightly, I acknowl-
edge, but from different reason, perhaps,
to what you may imagine. On awakening
from my day dreams two years before,
without at all consulting his inclinations,
l had made up my mind that his DISPOSE
ton would not suit me, and my ideal was
then formed in very difficult and superior
mould. The idol of my imagination stood
at a height to which 1 felt he could never