Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1853-06-04
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intended to tell you something about
Carnarsie, that you might know where am,
Tor no doubt it is TO your ears strange name.
One street forms the village; fishermcn's cot
tages and sportsmen's inns form the street on
one side, fanked for a considerable distance
here and there by splendid groves. There
is game in plenty; we hear shots all day.
Now, don't imagine that have turned anna
zon, though still profess passion for arch
cry. | neither lodge at the "Sportsman's s
Hotel" nor at "The Raven" / am domes-
ticated at an old farmhouse within stones
throw from the bay, as quiet as mouse in
your own garret The farmer likes me pref
ty well, and lends me dobbin sometimes for a
ride on the beach; Dame Ellen calls me
"jewel." because l agree with her that Old
Hyson is the only kind of tea people ought to
drink: the son, young cllegian, who is rus
ticdting at present, terms me bus Jleu, (can
you believe it? and Sally, the maid, is only
too happy to do me favor. This won't do;
it is getting quite dark; must light can
dle
There goes the match-it is broken! Do
you see it lying upon the white floor! It has
no! even kindled its own FIRE. Some how it
reminds ME of Lilly Morris. You have new
er seen her? Well, she was beautiful crea-
ture. as far as bright eyes, glowing cheeks,
and chestnut curls 60 to make beauty She
had wicked little head, full Of all manner of
mischief: she was coquette. Yes, she had
head, but no heart-not bit Of heart had
pretty Lilly Morris. She was a country girl
but at the time when knew her. she was on
visit to her city uncle, and like bird was
she in the house from morning till night, SC
merry and blilhsome.
MIR. Morris had one dauhter, Louise; a
proud girl, and naughty, ween, as Queer
Bess. Louise quite despised her country
cousin, with her neat white muslin dress, anc
Lilly was not long finding it out Louise was
betrothed 10 a fine young man, a lordly look
ing fellow, whose wealth quite equalled he
own, and who was her superior in every thing
else Lilly could not rest till she had con
vinced Louise that a country girl was not en-
tirely devoid OF destinations; SO the pretty CO
lguette very artlessly showed off her cousin
dislike to the best advantage, herself appear
ing nsesn~hae the neck little aggrievd on
she really was. Ashley could not endur
this; he dispised all vulgar heartlessness
; He sought an explanation, which Louise very
. readily gave. How excited they became
Louse's cheek burned crimson, her proud Iii
cSFled seornfuliy, while Ashley defended
the claims of the country cousin. 1t wa
broken off; yes. Lilly has broken the mattel
Just as surely as that match is broken whicl
lies there on floor.
But Ashley still called as frequently as ev
er at Uncle Morris house, and was a
gay as usual too Sly Cupid had loosene
! one chain bat to rivet another around bi
heart. He was in love with Lilly Morri,
i. there is no denying it; and she. little rogue
danced about him like fairy, now all smile!
again all frowns. How many, many times di
Ashley try to catch her in serious mood,
ask one question, only one! But it was c
no use she she was like spirit, here, ther
and everywhere, always weaving webs abou
him be could not break. How bright wer
her features as she returned his witty sallies
How musicaly did her low, grlIsh laugh ia
on his ear! He heard il all night long;
woed him TO sleep. soothed his dreams, an
awoke him in the morning. How could h
IS wish she would be quiet for moment, whe
i. those beguiliug eyes were fixed on his in ar
# less witchery, and that glad. free smile ws
!. DeamlnR on nun ct tue llIn6 utu COne.-
!. Lilly was going away. He besought her
II listen to him one moment; and he caugl
o her hand and asked in tremulous whisps
o il she would be his, all his, that he might d.
d vote his life to her. She smiled, but it WI
a serious smile. for she was half frightene
:. he looked so earnest; then she said with
stare Of surprise:
- 81 do not love you. Mr.. Ashley"
ado not love me! do not love mel" gaspe
he, poor fellow, and turned from her with
wretched feeling, as though all shs world vi
blackness. and misery. and falsity, and deat
But Lilly laughed on as willfal a coquette
ever She did not strike spark within b
own breast, not bit more than did that mat,
1t upon the floor. And Lilly is not alone.
Crack goes the match: now the blue fan
o. wavers, and now the yellow blaze burns stea
lily. What pretty light this uncouth tallr
candle gives mel II shines down so pleasar
: y upon my pine table. showing the titles
my iavorte books which lie in two piles b
/, fore me. The bright blaze Of the candle
'e great comfort too. 1t makes me think Of &
% % quiet happiness mutual and fervent love she
throughout a household. It shadows for
the eyer-glad smile of an sffectiona;e wi