The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1854-02-23
sa THE RE SCUE;
oR,UNcLE GEORGES STORY

We had devoted the morning before my
wedding day to the arrangement of those
troublesome, delightful, endless little af-
fairs, which the world says must be set in
order on such occasions; and late in the af-
ternoon we walked down, Charlotte and
myself to take a last bachelor and maid /.
en- peep at the home which. next day, was
to be ours in partnership. Goody Barnes,
already installed as our cook and house
keeper, stood at the door, ready to receive
us as we crossed the market-place to. in
spect our cottage for the twentieth time,
cottage by courtesy-next door to my
fathers mansion, by far the best, and
handsomest in the place It was some
distance from Charlotte's house, where
she and her widowed mother lived; ;-a all
the way down the lime-tree avenue, then
ovsrthe breezy common, besides travers-
ingthe principal and only street, which ter
minated in the village market place. ~ .
The front of our house was quakerlike,
in point Of neatness and humility. But
enter! 1t is not hard to display good
tastefwhen the bankers book puts no veto
on the choice gems Of furniture, which
give the finishing touch to the whole
Then pass through, and bestow glance
upon our living rooms looking down upon
the greatest Of luxuries, terraced garden,
commanding the country not little
ofsthat country mine already-the farm
which my father had given me, to keeI
me quiet and contented at home. For the
closing perspective of our view, there was
the sea, like a bright blue rampant rising
before us. White-sailed vessels, or self
willed steamers, fitted to and fro for ou
amusement. Tsa1o 9 o >f's5
We tripped down theterrace steps, ant
of'course looked in upon the little arti6ca
grotto to the right which had caused t.
be lined throughout with foreign shells ant
glitfering spars,-more gifts from my eve
bountifhl father. Charlotte and 1 wen
laughing along the straight gravel walk
fanked on each side with regiment {
.dahllas; that led us to the little gate
'epeningtogive us admission to my father
own pleasure ground and orchard. "a
The dear old man was rejoiced to re
'ceiveous!o A daughter was what he so Ion
had wished for. We hardly knew whetf
erito smile, or weep for joy, as we all S;
together on the same rustic bench, owe
Swallowed by the tulip-tree, which som
one said my father had himself brougl
from North America. But of the NEAR
by which he become possessed of man
of his choicest treasures, he never breatl
ed syllable to me. His father, vel
well knew was nothing more than
homely farmer, cultivating no great exte
of not too productive sea side land; b
ACharIotte's lace dress which she was
wear tolmorrow-again another prese
from him-was, her mother proudly pr
inounced, valuable and handsome enou!
for a princess. oNa @ l.-
0 Charlotte had whispered, half sa
aloud, that she had no fear now th
Richard Leroy, her boisterous admire
would dare to attempt his reported thre
to ocarry her off to the, continentin bis Gu
ter, Richards name made my faith
sfrown, so'we said mo more; we laps
again into the dreamy state of silent e
.sjoyment, which was the, best expression
our happiness j sid ositirb .liHu esa
iLeroy's father,was called afarmer,h b
son our portion of the English coast tbs
ARE many things that are,well :alndersto
rather than clearly and distinctly expire
ed; and no one had ever enlightened |
ignorance. My father was on speak,
terms With him, thatwas all; courteous,
distant; half timid, half nisterions.a
sdiscouraged my childish intimacy w
Richard; yethc did not go sofar as to +
tbidit. Once .swhen urged him tossll