The Belmont chronicle, and farmers, mechanics and manufacturers advocate. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1848-1855, 1854-02-24
ST. CLAlRSVILLE, OHIG FRDiY, FEBRUARY, "a 1854

or bit Of canded peel from its ample sidel
, and Jack, boiling the door to prevent the il
1 trusion of any neighbor, sat down again be
, fore the fire. with Martha's letter In bis han,
/ and, placing foot on each hob, fell into
totally new train Hof reflections suggeste
, thereby. As'
1t was Chrstmas-eve also with the Drum
monts and their friend Andrew; and there
indeed, the hearts danced TO the flickcrinp q
the cheerful blaze, and reflected its warmtl
in their own glow Of happiness For Mary
pleasant little Mary, looked so sereDey con
tent in the anticipation OF the morrow
|. delight, that her youthful freshness had al
I. come back again, restor ng the dimples tha
\ fatigue, anxiety and sorrow hdd we'll nigl
changed into wrinkles. Her altered aspec
communicated its glafpess to ser husband &
I their visitor. In shofithe Yulelog was upor
/ tbe FIRE, and they werctdetermined to EMO,
I tbeir Ghri-iinas-Sso ~. ing style.
"Dear me-" said Andfew, suddenly rising
and pushing back his chair, 81 had almost for.
gotten. Mrs. Drummond, can you mul
port"
Mary answered in the affirmative; g. forth
issued from the prolific pocket of the shaggy
great coat an ounce of nutmegs and a bottle
OF Oportos best bees wing.
We may imagine what were the toasts
drunk, and the sentiments expressed, the
moderate. bumpers of Mary's excellent null
ed port.
CHAPTER VI.
Brightly shone the holly berries and cheeri-
ly waved the laurel ivy, and bay,sund other
evergreens that deckeG the walls, the windows
and every available corner in The handsome
drawing room at Beech-House Mr.. Sellers
and Martha were already there, to receive
their guests, and were meanwhile auticipat-
ing the pleasant denouement of their little
mystery. -. ..--,...,...
81 trust" said Marina, 'that Mary and her
husband will arrive just at the right time,
neither too soon nor too late. | think our
directions were plain enough"
"Oh, have no iear,' replied her husband.
"Let me look at you, dearest. One would
get tired of black satin upon any one else,
but really it suits you SO well, my little queen.
And that wreath upon your smooth hair, is it
real ivy and holly-berries, love!"
"As real, darling, as-the decorations of the
walls and windows. But, bark! some one
arrives. And none of your daughters are
down yet, Isabella is not wont to be SO long
in dressing"
Now we must let ouf readers into a little
secret, and inform them, that, with the true
divlnation of "a woman of her perceptive pow
erS, the bride had anticipated the possibility
OF mutual liking between Andrew and Isa-
bella; an, desirous at,Apy rate of promoting
understanding Det@eef tTu such congenaI
characters, and knowing how much the outer
may be considered the type of the inner, had
herself directed the choice of Isa5ella's at
tire Tor the occasion. 1t was to be of the
simplest white lute-string, without hu,tering
ribbons or ornament Of any kind. A broad,
darkg sash alone restrained its smooth
folds; and around the pale golden tresses
was bound wrearh of the delicate wild ivy,
unntermingod with, anything brighter or
more snowy.
The first arrivals were Mr.. and Mrs. Tom
Sellers, with their retinue oc children; the
hVe youngest OF whom were sent for the pre-
sent along with the servant, who had come
to carry the twins; to play IN large cheer
tul room prepared for their reception; where
nice girl, the eldest Of Carry's Sunday
school class, was in waiting, to help to keep
them in order. Mrs. Tom was rather tlmd
aud tlutlered at first; for, being plain mast
er-bu!der's daughter, she considered TOMS
relations very grand people indeed but the
sweet, frank manners Of our bride soon plac-
cd her quite at her ease, and when the Misses
Sellers ut length maze their appearance, she
bore her introduction to them with great cum-
posure.
isabella" said Martha, drawing her aside,
"where is your ivy-wreath! Why have yon
on that br,ght-pink sash! And what has de-
tanned you 50 lung?"
81 am almost ashamed to tell you, Martha
When was quite ready, went TO help my
sisters, who had not yet begun to dress; they
said 1t was SO uniashionable an hour ior a
dinner-party, and such queer people were
coming. They even doubted whether they
should dress at all; and teased me 80 unmer-
clTully about what they cul ed my classical
ATTIRE, ascrlbing it all to your singular notions
that l turned coward, partly for your sake,
"''N "a iiesiS aitSidtiOu lH DuG Ut LWO par
uiculars."
"And if you wish 70 crafty me, dearest
Isabella, at this my buuse-warming, you will
utter back again TO the wreath and the green
sash, and take off that fine brooch have a
particular reason for this, which | will tell
you half year hence 7"
| Isabella fixed her blue eyes on her friends
countenance, with 'ook OF mild inquiry,
but nothing was be seen but a kind oil
suppressed archness. However, the young
girl FASTENED to obey. and while she was up
stairs, another rat-tat-tat sounded at the hall
door. The bride glanced uneasiy ut her hus.
band, but her half-iormed fears were quickly
dspeled by the announcement of Mr.. NJ.
| Farlane. -...
And now Isabella came down in all hel
classical loveliness, and dinner was on the
point Of being announced. But there was I
delay unaccountable to the majority of the
company. Conversation tagged, and 4 kint
OF pause of expectation prevailed. Mr.. ant
I Mrs. Sellers too, appeared idgety, and cas-
uneasy glances towards the door. At engtl