The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1853-09-21

got through with that railroad caseq'
A dark scowl fitted over the faces of
both the beau and the belle, and without
giving time for reply to Grey's question
the lady replied with affected pertness-
Not drink wine, Mr.. Grey2 How very
queer; not a teetotaler, hope2'
Yes; a teetotaler. drink no beverage
stronger than pure water
La me. don't believe water was ever
made to drink, it's so insipid.'
1T may be, Miss Leland, to those who
indulge daily in high seasoned food and
drink, but as do neither, it is very deli
cious to my palate
You may drink it all for me- said the
proud beauty, with toss of the head-ev-
identity piqued at the young mans sobri-
ETY.. Il have no sympathy with those who
make capital out OF their weaknesses. A
man that has not resolution and charac-
ter enough to use the good things of this
world without abusing them, is no man at
all. Come, now, let me tempt you 10 taste;
this is delcious-beautiful. Come, Mr..
Grey, surely, you will not refuse lady,
Yes, even lady cannot tempt me from
what feel is duty
The lady bit her lip with vexation, and
Mr.. Grey rose to depart. Preston. really
alarmed and mortified, followed him to the
door, and begged him to be silent; aver
ring that the lady had met him on the
street, and given him banter which he
could not evade, &c.
Gould not evade.' said the bold and
strong Harrison Grey, as he again, with
still more excited step, strobe along. IF
he cannot evade now, will he be able to do
so hereafter? No, no; Mary must not be
shipwrecked upon such an unconcealed
breaker. He begs me to be silent. He
loves Mary-how can he help it. But his
tone is not that strong anchor deeply bed
ded in manlness and virtue that will hold
overtake him, or the rude waves Of temp
ta,ion rock him to and fro. Mary must be
warned, and Charles must be saved, if
possible
But Charles Preston was forgotten.-
Young Grey's hand was upon Squire Will
oughby' bell knob; and its energetic ding.
ding, ding, forthwith answered by the ne AT
kitchen girl, who put all other things out
OF his head, and turned his philosophy out
to take an airing for the time being.
1t is not often that one meets so fine
a specimen OF womanhood as Kate Boyd.
Not sylph, nor yet an amazon; not
blonde, nor yet brunette. Her eyes did
not sparkle with jetty blackness, nor melt
away in liquid blue. Her hair was Meth.
er raven nor haxen, nor yet blue-black,
las Mrs. Southworth talks of, )-nor gold.
en- hued, or rich auburn; nor falling mas
sy ringlets, OF done Up in massive madon-
ma braids; it was kind Of a broacn. Her
nose was not Roman, nor acquline, or
snub; it was just such a nose as you would
see on friends face and not know par
ticularly that she had a nose; so in har
mony with her half blue, half gray, and
half hazle eyes, that you thought nothing
about it, only that Kate Boyd was lovely;
some said beautiful others splendid,
and yet no one could exactly tell why.
Kate received her lover as just such a
girl would, led him to the parlor and seat
ed herself gracefully by his side-for Kate
had sunk the kitchen girl long ago, in the
eyes of the Willoughby s, and though they
paid her, per contract. two dollars week,
they never dreamed that she was not one
Of them, and she never dreamed Of ne
glecting duty or getting out of her place,
and being stuck up because they made a
companion and equal of her. Kate was
lone Of u.s. except when the Peabody's.
the sister and the Preston's, and such as
they were to dine, or take tea, and then
Kate did all her duty with an air Of un-
consciousness of their presence, only omit
ting to put herself in the way Of any insult
or cold neglect that their weakness and
pride might prompt them to offer her. She
did not take the accustomed seat at the
table nor in the parlor after tea, not that
neglect, but she could see plainly that
dear Mrs. Willoughby was made uneasy,
and was panied by their want of good
breeding, and SO the calm, self-sacrificing.
selfrespecting young girl always found
something plausible to keep her away.
But by no look, or word or token did she
ever for moment give sanction to the
idea that playing upon the piano was more
reputable or agreeable than playing upon
the cooking stove. Would that all young
ladies thought even as Kate. Long talked
the lovers. and the bliss(ul future was hung
by bows of promise, gorgeous and bright
Young Harrison had just returned from
college and entered business with his faith
er. Both were too young to marry; but
they could talk matters over, renew the
loves of childhood and strengthen the in
terest that was to bind them through life;
and Harrison did not leave till such an
hour as would have called out another re.
buke from his good mother, had she not
supposed that he was spending the noon
of night at fashionable party.
| While the lovers were thus engaged Mr..
Grey, who had got home from the Rail-
road Meeting, and his lady were setting up
later than usual, discussing the same sub
ject that mother and son had begun early
in the evening. 1t was no use, the old
gentleman said, ''to argue the question,
Harrison would have the girl, let them do
and say what they might, after all. He
should have done just so when he was
young; but it was unfortunate, and all
they could do was to make the best of it."
Charles Preston sat long with the faci.
mating beauty. his head realed with wine.
for he could not bear much, and after they