New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-01-20

1Aat evening MARY had the pleasure of call
ing on Miss More, in company with her father
and annts. A formal introduction was endured
and truth compels US to state that Fanny be-
haved much the best. Query--Can any man
in love be perfectly self possessed Mr. Welton. |
with his sisters and daughter were to take a |
tour to Niagara, and they invited Fanny so ear
nestly to accompany them that she consented |
Little Mary was wild with delight she ran first
to one and then to another, with kisses and ex-
claniations of joy.
so, papa said she, don't you wish Miss
More were your sister and my aunt ! Shouldn't
you love her as mnch as you do aunts Julia and
Evene?''
Mr.. Welton gently hushed the child He
thought IN his heart, that he should love her
quite as well as his sisters, though for rea-
son, he did not at all wish her to be his sister, |
The delightful fortnight at Niagara has ex-
pirett. Fanny must no longer be absent from
her parents. The whole party now accepted an |
invitation from Fanny to spend few days at
her home. They were received with simple. un-
affected hospitality by the good farmer and his
| wife. They knew little of the prescribed rules
of etianette. yet each had an innate sense of
propriety, and their spirits were refined and
softened by affection. The aristocratic Mr..
Welton, who would once have distained such
eondescension, sat at the table of the poor farmer
humble, trembling guest. Yes, he who so |
short time since before would not have hesi- |
est, the wealthiest in the land, dared not ask the
heart of the farmers daughter He is changed |
The proud, fiery glance of his eye is exchanged
for a clear, soft dewy light. The naughty out
lines of his face are relaxed His eyes rest low
ingly on the happy group around it is evident
that self is not now the object of supreme de-
votion.
s'Papa," said Mary one day, as she comforta-
bly, ensccnced herself in his lap and laid her
head on his bosom, so dear papa, how you are
changed You once scolded me when I climbed
| upon you, and said was dirtying your pants, or
spelling your nice bosom. But now you only
kiss me and call me your dear Mary
Fanny was exceedingly busy the day after
her visitors left, but it would have puzzled her
to tell what she accomplished. She was some
what gayer than usual, at least, periodically so
yet there was Il vacant expression in her eye,
that told her heart was not there. On the eve
ming of the second day, she sat beside her
father, singing for him fayorite air, Mrs. More
entered, accompanied by gentleman. The
dim twilight was just sufficient to show it was
Mr.. Welton. Fanny felt a choking sensation,
but rose and welcomed him. There was pause.
All felt embarrassed. Welton felt desperate
He was determined to bring matters to a crisis !;
and he tof the Chesterfield school, recolect1 had
the audacity to say before parents and daughter,
ss You can hardly be at loss to account for this
visit. have loved your daughter, most deyo-
: tedly, since we first (aceenting the word) met,
and have come to hear from her own lips the
word that shall make me happy or miserable.
} If | can gain her love have your consent to
make her my wife? g"
As Welton commenced speaking, Fanny buried
her face in her fathers bosom, and was now
4 sobbing audibly,
: + =" What say you, my bird'' said the father,
claspng her closely to his heart sc Do you love
8 this man; will you be his wife: 70
e ssI do! I will" sobbed Fanny
=, Welton approached, and taking Fanny from
/ her fathers arms to his own, pressed upon he,
:, lips the first pure kiss of love- Then addressing
e the mother he said, viii You also sanctier
II this gifts -
}. ''Take her. replied the mother, and God
o bless you, as you deal gently with the one lamb
= that we spare from our own bosoms -
8 Amen,'' responded Mr.. More and Mr.. We'll
d ton in unison.
i There was deep silence; each felt that
e words were too faint to express their feelings.
The next day, when Mr.. Welton asked for the
d twentieth time g Do you really and truly love
y me, Fanny" that little lady replied
. ''That question, often asked implies doubt
4 and to be revenged, am almost tempted to ask
, you the same question:
" Do, dearest, nothing would please me more. y
!. ''Well, then,'' said she, with the same mis-
y chicvous smile he had seen somearhere before,
: ''do you really and truly love me, Mr.. Welton,
. or do you only think | would suit you, and
d make good nursery maid'"
r sc All! more of that Fanny, an thor
. lowest me-
v February 12-Just one year from the morn
d ing of the early ride in the rail car, the lttl
d church in the village where Mr.. More resides il
:. crowded to overfowing. There is marriag
It there; and the Misses Welton welcome Fam,
II as a sister; and little Mary, with eyes brin
a ming full of joy, salutes her dear, now mama
|, There is deep quiet joy in the heart of tn
Of bride, which beams in every feature of her face
and it needs no words to tell the bridegroom
IS considers himself the happiest man in the world
ID Immediately after the marriage the bride
w groom and bride started for Europe, accom-
st panied by the father of the bride, hoping to OBJ
tain some relief for his distressed situation from
wv the distinguished ocnlists of Paris. They wer
le successful beyond their most sanguine expecta
" tons. His eyes ceased to be painful and hi
he sense of vision, though not clear as it one
le was, is sufficiently good for all ordinary pur
10 poses.
vi Mr.. Welton built a fine cottage on the side Q
lg Fanny's old home, and he, with his family, al
m ways spends part of the summer months there
W Mary, Eddy, and Willie. delight to come an'
ee spend months with their dear grandmother
of Slander has not dared to touch the fair fame 0
til Fanny as Il stepmother She has now been
er wife seven years, and to prove to you that sh
ut has not forgotten all the wickedness of &c Aul
er Lang Syne,'' in the hum drum duties of wife an
III mother, Will relate n little incident that oc
ly CURED one morning last week,
Mr.. Welton stands at the hall door with hi
ed hat and cane in his hand. :. Fanny, dear,
e, said he, &c take good care of yourself and tn
D. dear children. But don't look att me in tha
way; if you do, positively I shall not be abb
to tear myself away. One kiss more; and or
I'd from dear Garlic, I'll try to bring you goc
i cook
I'd " Do, if you please. But beyery careful III
to to inquire for nursery maid"
rs Chuh chuh whizezeze. And Mr.. Wetc
lis rapidly descends the marble steps, shaking h
on cane menacingly at his pretty wife.
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G. THE BRITISH BURNING.-The recent fire
ny the Capitol has induced the Richmond Dispatc
M -. to give some of the particulars of the destru'
w w ton of the old Capitol in 1914, They may
to interesting to our readers:
The British troops commanded by Gen. Ros
ar landed at Benedict, bout fifty miles from Wasi
l ington, and OH the 25th August. 1874, attack
he the American forces, consisting almost entire
I'D of raw militia, at Bladensburg. Ross had VII
ng him 1000 veterans. As might have been e:
d pected, the Americans were soon routed, the on
nd serious opposition which the enemy met wi
to- having been offered by Com. Barney, and a te
y