The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1853-06-23
i 1sauii,f,b Story.
the PIN HOLE.

Among the many traditions held in rev
crence by the descendants of the Lady
Mary Chobham, there is one of peculiar
interest. The afternoon of an unriyaled
summer day wasyerginy towards evening;
long shadows were cast upon the turf; a
gentle breeze stirred the thousand leaves
~ overhead, and rippled the surface of the
river Wear, which, ponded back, formed
i, the really magnificent sheet of water that
i constituted one of the chief ornaments of
,aWearscote, the ancestral domain of the
family.
= 81, A pleasure boat, into which the drip
ping oars had only recently been drawn,
(, rocked on the bosom of the lake; and on
a rustic seat on the margin sat two young
people who had been lettering away the
whole day in state of entire felicity
The Lady Mary was at that time not more
than fifteen and rather childish in her APP
pcarance, with long, fair hair flowing in
infantile carclessncss and grace, clear del
icatc complexion, large eyes that. sought
/, thcground; the whole contour hardly Civ
ing promise TO that exquisite loyeliness
:. which in aftcr-days sl,one unriralcd in the
Court of George LII. Her dress was that
of a child--a simple white froek, with a
- broad blue Grape sash; a comfortable Ger
Imam bonnet. with its deep tippet or cape.
The young girl was slightly thrown
Il back ON the seat; and whistler compan-
ir3 ion held her left hand, the right was busily
engaged in forcing the gold pin that had
fastened her sash in and out of the hard
oak arm of the park chair. This she did
in sort of unconscious manner, though
every now and then the blood would rush
into her cheeks, and her efforts become
almost spasmodic. With infinite difficult
.ty, at such times, speck of wool might
be forced out, almost big enough for the
cricket-ball Of a mite. Perseverance
however, did much, and the pin-hole at
tanned more and more Of respectable
depth and shape. The young man by the
Lady Mary's side was in reality not much
older than herself; but tic hardships of a
seafaring life, the constant change of eli
mate, and the real service he had already
seen, gave him an appearance of age and
rhanliness. He had entered the navy at
thirteen, and was now enjoying short
leave of absence. Dressed in the stiff
uniform Of the service, Arthur Townsend
had no adventurous advantages; buff you
looked in his face, its high resolution and
great mental power shadowcd out the flu
lure companion Of Nelson and Colling-
wood. You might almost have read his
n part in Trafalgar. And now he was war
ming with the subject most interesting to
him; and that voice of singular sweetness
destined ''to shoutamid the shoutingcrew
was telling to earnestly attentive ears, OF
moonlight watches on the tideless Medi-
terrancan; of stormy conflicts on the Bay
y of Biscay; ay, and of the cannon's roal
"A, --of conflict, Of death, and victory. The
Lady Mary, with head declined, and littlt
hand working diligently with thegold pin
:, listened with breath almost suspended t
the account of the gallant and successful
defence of Gibcraltar; she seemed to sec
the red-hot balls as they fell on the enc
iny's ships and batteries; and the flush or
sj,errcheek came and vert more rapidly ss
The narrator described the daring deeds
the moments of peril, as the victors bravct
everything to rush to the rescue of thcil
baiflcd foe, maddcning and perishing il
thcirburning ships, no longer considered
a. enemies, but as suffering fellqY crea
tures: and her heart swellcd within hel
as she ins.inctivcly recognized, felt, thro
the little that was indicated, how large 1
share the narrator had in these events
And then Arthur Townsend narrated soft
crscenes; coral islets formed under sunny
skies. where the flamingo was wading il
the still lagoon, and the palm tree saw its