Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1853-12-17

From Pdasan's Magazine.
TIE BRIDE OF THE SENATOR.
By ". +. ANDREWS.
CHAP TER l.

"PIease. sister EictorinP, now do tell
me where MlssoIonghi is. | have looked
and looked every map all over for 1t, and
| can't find it. was reading today IN
the book that Eva gave me, for getting my
lessons well, about the sweet, beautiful
flowers that grew there, and about the
birds and everything. And want 10 get
my lesson before she comes back. Please
sister. dear sister, now do
And the boy stood close beside her, with
lis map in his hand, and with his large,
blue eyes fixed pIeadingly on the cold
face of the lady addressed. She did moi
.lif: her eyes from the page OF her book
but answered, pettishly,
"Do not disturb me, Willie, am read
ing. Iknow nothing about MIssoIonghI'
and care less. Go to some one else.
The boy looked at his sister moment
and the tears came into his eyes, and the
grieved lip quivered that replied,
.I should not have come 10 you, but Eva
| is gone, as she would have told me. She
always helps me find the places"
"Why, willie, Willie" spoke the mo-
ther, reproyingIy, while with comPLaccn'
satisfaction she regarded she regarded her
heartless daughter, 81 am really astonlsh-
ed. Why did you 60 to her, she is so
nervous, and interrupt her when she !,
reading too. Never, never do SO AGAIN
The child looked at his sister to see 1t
his arlless request, his simple words dl"
seem to have any effect upon the delicate
girl. But she was all absorbed in the eN-
citing work she was reading. Then he
looked at his mother to see If she really
was in earnest, and then, with the bright
tears still in his beautiful eyes, he bent
them upon old uncle John, who sat gazIng
upon the Iistless lady, with the corners Of
his mouth drawn down with the most SUI
preme contempt But, as he caught The
sad eye of Willie, this expression faded
and with a kind and gentle look Tor the
disappointed boy, he said,
"Come here, Willie, will find Mlsso.
longhi for you," and he laid down the
newspaper he had been holding Tor the
last half hour.
"Why, uncle John, you are reading, -
was hesitatingv answered. "You don
like 10 be disturbed, do you, when you
are reading!" Ard then he whispered, as
the old man was looking closely upon the
map, eva will always find my places for
me, or help me with my sums, or do any
thing ask her her to, though she is study
ing, or reading, or drawing, or painting,
or practising, or anything else.
The listener bent his face close TO the
map.
"There, Willie" And he pointed TO
the place.
"Why, uncle John, is it there! Thought
had looked everywhere for it," And
his voice, now wild with joy, as he placed
his finger upon the name. "Thank You,
thank YOU, uncle John, oh, am so glad.
"There, dear Willie, is the place where
Lord Byron died"
The by looked up inquiringIy into his
face, and then returned,
"Yes sir, know. Eva told me- |
am 50 glad YOU have found il .or me-
And gathering up his. map, with light
step he left the apartment
Vic,orine Ashland closed her book and
huug it impcmousIy upon the table, and
languidIy observed,
GLOW noisy Willie is. How very an
noyiugilis. Ib4Fercad the IastPage over
half dozen times, ana know no better
what it contains than | did before looked
al it,"
The mother looked anxiopsIy upon her
idol.
Il know he is noisy; but YOU are Gaiig.
ued, my dear child. You have cXoHca
yourself too much this morning. You
had better 90 to your room until dinner Is
ready. You shall not be disturbed"
She had better 90 into the kitchen, and
get dinner" uncle John sad, wi,h some
bitterness, as she left The room.
Mrs. Ashland looked at him in surprise.
"Uncle John, you are deruuged. Do
you in reality think that delicate being
could endure the fatigue Of cooking din
ner!"
"A far more healthy and salutary cxer-
cise than reading trashy books, that AVA
kens, that calls forth all tie sympa,hies
and sensibilles of a wasted mind for the
false and untrue, while the real and every
day wants Of life are seIGshiv set ASIDE.
Your daughters answer 10 Willie was
sad specimen Of This
But. size is so delicate and nervous, ]
do not like 10 have her feelings disturbed;
ii almost always makes her i'll. She can
not endure anything"
And what, Mrs. Ashland, what ma@es
her the neryeIess and useless 'hIng 'hat
she is - And uncle John spoke with
calm severity. Yourself, madam. She
has been lavor,e child, ard you have
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