Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1852-11-03
upon the side walk, she sank upon the sofa ant
buried her face in her hands. -as

"Indeed!" she murmured, as she at length arose
and moved towards the place where lay her work
"what bright, and yet cruel dream is this!-
Two hours of happiness he said. Yes they hav
been happy; but for me they can bring no more.
z 1t was in vain that she endeavored to sew, fo
her eyes were filled with tears, and her hand
trembled. At length her relations returned, an,
| Arabella's first movement, as she entered the par
lor, was to see how her dress progressed. 81
"Well, I declare!' she exclaimed, sswhat lazy
| good-for-nothing you must have been. Just lool
at that, mother, not half done." - - 7.@ u
"What on earth have you been doing, Maria?'
sharply asked Mrs. Perkins. "I expected you
would have had this all finished tonight, and ]
have great mind to make you sit up and do it now
1 don't wonder you cry about it. Anybody ought
to cry to be so negligent as you have been.'
I e"Perhaps she isn't well, )" suggested Mr.. Per-
kins, as he noticed Maria's pain-marked counte-
nance EfTss q sssyea 5as ~ sssas= ests ~ .
ssThen yon can go to bed now,'' added the un-
feeling woman; "but this must be finished before
noon tomorrow. Do you understand" a57s1z
Yes, ma'am. - returned the poor girl; and with
busting heart she hurried from the room, s5s
I Little sleep visited the pillow of Maria that
night. The circumstances of the evening whirled
through her brain until her head ached; bnt, STILL
a soft stream of sunlight wouldnow and then break
across her path. The soft sweet words him
who had sat with her a few hours before still
sounded in her ears; but suddenly like the crash
ing Of temple, that source of comfort was thrown
down. '715i'' szz1l* Es72 l i59'Hs3tsA4 -st3 5sa.
ssHe has mistaken me for my cousin.'' she wild
ly uttered to herself, and sank sebbing upon the
couch. - rs ~ t5''tsias ~
Thai night, MIR. Perkins held long consulta-
ton with his wife, the amount of which was that
young Milburn must be secured as a means of
propping up the father-in-law. MIR. Lot Perkins
was upon the stormy sea of lpecuniary difficulty,
and he wanted the aid Of Milburn's purse He
hestated not at the barrier that strict honesty i'm
posed, but reckless of moral consequences he laid
his plans. .7fs- ->~ % l55" aai' iaS
''Well, Lucen,'' said Henry Forrest, on the
next morning, after the visit above mentioned, as
they met at the hotel, sdid you make your intend
ed visit last nightp' - ssas,s Assr .gu zd1
q Henry Forrest had been a school-fellow, with
Lucien, and the confidence of former years was
mutually extended by each to the other as soon as
they had met ON the return of the latter from the
South. Er -. l.z
- eyes, Harry returned Lucien, with Joy Gus
beaming smile. s-- e. zs
"And did you see Miss Perkins!'' !
eyes, IS s.s.5..s. -. .s..z.-,., .al.7
s'Well, and what is your opinion!' 10
'sShe is an ANGEL .4s...s sz-s.E z.qase
"P-h-e-c-e-e-w-h!" .,s-- t...s,l
''What do you mean by that Harry!'
care you in earnest Lucien?' z--.zz ...zr--
ssTo be sure I am.''
ssThen give you joy of your discovery. You
have found out what no one else has ever cone.
s'What do you mcan?' i+'-'' 5'2''
s:You say Miss Perkins is an angelo
"Yes.''
ssAnd she suits your taste! That is, she comes
up to your beau ideal of woman!''
eyes"
s.Then have nothing to say
eyes; but you shall say it. though. Now tell
me what you mean.' -
ssYou will be offended, Lucien."
eeNo, Harry. Goon.''
ssWell then, the lady in question has the name
of being any thing but an angel. She borrows
her beauty from the rouge-cup, has dull leaden
eyes, is ignorant, has heart head as flint, is
proud and overbearing, and ready to jump for the
first rich husband she can catch.''
go, how base is the slander! nt!-Harry, I
saw her rich color go and come last night, like
the sunset t-clouds of heaven. Ignorant!- She has
a mind overrunning with the richest gems of
thought. Heard-hearted say you?-By heavens!
Harry, she has heart tender as a babe
Proud!-No, no; she is as meek and mild as the
petted lamb, and gentle as the dove And can
tell you more than that. l found in her one whom
my heart has held in secret for years-the laugh
ing innocent playmate for month when we were
but children"
"Then you or myself must be wonderfully mis-
taken,'' said Henry, with puzzled look.
ssYou are wonderfully mistaken. But tell me,
Harry, how could you have formed such set of
will opinions9" s.,
sPartly by observation, and partly by report of
Others
ssThe report of others is good for nothing; but
tell me of your own observations"
ssWell; first don't like the color Of her hair.
That's beginning at the head.'' -.
s.Why, man her hair is as pure as refined gold y
.ssThen she's colored it. Then don't like the
hatchet-look Of her face" .,.,..--z.e...s.
"Her face! why it is the very acme Of harmo-
NOUS perfection" ,..,...., :, 81. -, -.
..Then don't like her tall, giraffe-like figure {"
''Why, bless my soul, Harry, are you crazy'
She is perfect model in her form-not over five
feet two, and graceful as the wild gazelle."
sWell, Lu., either you or are blind Isuppose
you will marry the girl" .r f-....-.-.