Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-01-29
DAILY EVENING STAR.
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men-decided that passion so fostered
and concealed should be known, and that
all the speculation with regard to Jabez
Bees mystery, grandmother's ghost and all,
should be swallowed up by knowledge of
the fact.
There was to be great picnic in Bean
vile. The Freeman's Star had announced
it for month in big type, and in an editori-
al notice had apprised the people that it was
to occur on such day, weather permitting
the editor dwelling with great eloquence
upon the happy combination of beauty and
cold chicken, pancakes and poetry, crackers
and conversation, cider and scenery, in max
ing up the sum total of its enjoyment. The
day came auspiciously; the sun was bright
and the air was balmy the lads and lasses
laughed lavishly, and the birds sang sweet
ly in the bushes. In grove near the town
the company held high carnival to Pan, and
the arches of the woods were vocal with
the noise Of mirth. Near by was charm
ing little lake, hemmed in by trees and
bordered by sedges, dotted here and there
by patches of lily pads, amid whose deep
green the water flowers cleaned like stars,
and this lake wooed many to its brink, to
admire its beauty, to plash its water, or
sail upon it's bosom in tiny boat that was
at hand Japez and Susan were of the
party, and through the atmosphere Of her
presence he saw a new and mystical beauty
in everything-the trees were greener, the
berries were brighter, the air balmier, and
the music Of the pines had q new and
sweeter melody. Susan was one of few
that had wandered towards the lake, and
Jabez had watched her at distance, fond
ly drinking in with every faculty of his
being her charms as they became revealed
to him, in her playful movements among
the trees, and her smiles, though not for
him, were sunshine to his heart. And now
his heart, that interesting organ, throbs
wildly, as he sees her with playful reckless
ness step upon the tiny boat and push it
from the shore. The treacherous twig to
which the boat was tied broke at the strain
it received, and Susan Bray was afoat and
alone upon the waters Of the lake. Each
effort she made to gain the shore was fruit
less, when her paddle having become en-
tangled in the lily pads, she was thrown,
pale as one Of her kindred lilies, into the
water. Confusion Immediately ensued, and
rash endeavor to save her only threatened
her more sure destruction, when Jabez Bee
rushed madly to the scene, and in minute
was by her side. The water was very
deep, but with one arm grasping the boat
and the other supporting his fair burden,
he held her above the current until assis-
lance came, when, completely exhausted
with the exertion used, he tainted as he
reached the shore.
In such manner did the intimacy COM
mence between Jabez, the printer, and the
fair Susan Bray an intimacy that resulted
in mutual affection as pure and exalted
as ever burned in the breast of more noted
| heroes or heroines of romance. The heroic
conduct and generosity of her lover won
her heart, as her beauty and innocence had
won his, and they were mutually happy, of
course.
| But the Freeman's Star waned in it's
brilliancy its four hundred subscribers
did not pay; buckets and apple sauce, in
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