Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1853-09-08

C1hE En- L.
Without, or with, offence to friends or
Isketch the world exactly as it goes.
Byron.
1t is night--not the soft and moonit
hour in which poets delight to bask and
dream--nos the summer night. with lis
jewelled canopy, and its wooing zephyrs
and nightingaIes, about which lovers SO
rant aud whine. This is a fierce anG
frantic night. The pall-lke clouds hang
low, and no friendly ray pierces their
dense and heavy drapery. Dismal, cold
and boisterous is this night, upon which
the moon refuses to shine, and the timid
stars dare not look. The winds sweep
through the grand primeval forest, and
the tall trees bend their giant forms, and
reel before the relentless blast. The
sullen winds lull and whisper low and
dislanliy--and then they gather strength
aud rush onward with re-doubled fury.
The dead leaves shiver in the forsaken
pathway and run wildly on. A lonely
wanderer draws her cloak more closely,
and she, too, rushes recklessly on her
way. Oh the fierce storm comes on,
and in the darkness she is lost! Hush!
some one comes--she shrnks into the
corner of dilapidated fence, and prays
It may be help al last.
The horseman draws his rein. who
goes lhere!' he cries.
"A poor benighled woman,' replies the
wanderer.
Have you lost your way!' kindly in.
quired the horseman, struck by the plain
live tone of the benighted one.
Il am a stranger, sir. and looking fol
shelter from the Storm
Then you had better come with me
Suppose you get up behind ! My ami
NAL is gentle and trusly, though unused
TO the SEX The wanderer tremblet
and hesitated. .Come!' said the man
impalienlly, Pm in hurry. If yo,
remain here you may die of cold befor,
morning. Therefore | will provide yor
lodging for the night He dismountec
| to assist her.
Thank you, sir; thank you kindly
but
'Pshaw! Where is your hand! Jus
get on the fence and Jump this way
The female with difficulty got on thu
fence, and extended her hand. The
gentleman lifted her up. He started anc
muliered something, for the hand was &
jeweiled one, and velvet enveloped tht
person who called herself "a poor be-
uighted woman
'Humph!' said the horseman, adjust
ing himself on the saddle. .Are you Sc
curely seated, madam! You will have
to waive all ceremony. if you please
and so just pass your arm around my
waist
This was very politely spoken. The
coy lady clasped the nurly form of tha
eminent practitioner, DIR. Hinton, (or, al
he was more familiarly called, DR.. Jaci
Hinton.) and away they went over hill
and dale, through quag-mires and swift.
ly running creeks, while The snow blew
iE numberless eddies and covered tn,
lace Of the earth. A fain. light glim
mered before them and the good steet
halted at his masters we'll known gate
DIR. Hinton lifted the unknown lady dowr
and carried her into warm and ell
lighted room. Here the lights revealed
10 our asiouished host perfect treasur,
of woman. The doctor stood trans
fixed before the radiant being, who's.
cheeks were glowing, but no. from tn.
rather severe jolting she had received
from his very gentle animal: He be,
came confused--he hustled about--dre v
some chairs--pulled the bell-poked the
fire-coughed. and really seemed com.
pletely pu, TO his wits end. To tel
the truth, the doctor was no LADIES' man
and he actually did not know wha. i
best became him to do under existing
circumstances. Perceiying his discom
future and mos. hopeless embarrassment
our heroine exerted herself to relieve
him. She threw of her black yelye