Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1854-04-22


not sense enough 10 pass on, and pay our
accustomed visit afterwards; not we; but
blundered right in, before we knew what
we were doing. talt md t. u3 h
81 am SO glad you have come, girls"
said the dear old lady. Snow can intro
duce you 10 my very dear young friend,
whom you must love for my sake. MIR.
Markham, as these young ladies are my
especial farorites, will make you acquant-
ed with them individually" And she ac-
tually, without knowing the misery she
was inHicting, called us up one by one, and
introduced us 1t occurred to me that there
was very little Christian charity in his adj
dressing us each by name, and keeping us
longer answering questions than the occa-
sion warranted bot perhaps he wanted to
teach us lesson. How we got through it
all, | hardly know but know we were
all glad to get out of the house, and beyond
the glance Of those eagle eyes.
The next Sabbath we were not quite SO
soon at church, nor did our glance wander
TO the door, 10 see the minister enter. We
sat quiet and silent during the service, not
even noticing that the Widow Preble had
cast of her weeds, nor that the storekeep-
er's ugly daughter had another new bonnet.
Things which, at any other time, would
have set US thinking for a week, actually
passed unheeded. On that day, and for
several succeeding Sundays, we took our
walk along the hedge, but we took good
care not TO breathe word about the new
minister; in fact, we always took care TO
look, before we ventured TO enter it, TO see
whether the coast was clear.
| Mr.. Markham visited our payents, and in
time looked at us with q less searching
glance than he had formerly done. The
old parsonage was newly painted and pa
| pered, workmen were employed constantly
in making alterations, and fitting 1t up in a
more modern style. "For no young lady
would like TO live in such dingy old
! place." remarked the minister. And that
! hint set every heart beating, and every
brain weaving. Who could it be ? he bad
never shown marked attention TO any one
of us, but he must have made selection,
that was certain. And Il blush to confess
i) poor Tom Wilson, whose flattery had
once been welcome, was now sighted so
shamefu!ly, that out of sheer spite be left
Beechville, and took up his residence in a
neighboring city. / felt little compunc-
ton of conscience, it is true but then
those glorious eyes (at least thought so
bad singled me out from all the rest at
church; and Remembered how Mr. Rivers
had loved Jane Eyre, and thought had as
!, good right to make conquest Of the
handsome Mr.. Markham, as she had of Mr..
Rivers. | even looked ompassionately or
Sarah Edwards; and as for the rest, hardly
supposed he would waste a thought or
; them. | went OIL dreaming, and reading
Jane Eyre, and comparing myself TO her
and wondering how she could prefer tn,
ugly Mr.. Rochester TO Mr.. Rivers, until
had hardly doubt left in my mind that
was 10 be the future mistress of the parson
age, and the wife Of lis handsome master
Alas, for human vanity! the parsonage wa
: completed, and yet Mr.. Markham did no
r seem in hurry 10 claim mistress for it
! but one Sunday he entered the church d,
companied by young lady, who leane,
!, upon his arm, and glanced timidly arounC
: as she took her seat. AL eyes were tnrne
"
d eloquence of the Clergyman divert our a,
a tention from this new object. T-
d am afraid there was little Christianit
e among us that day, for we Stared the timt
shy-looking creature completely out O
e countenance. During the sermon, he
It eyes never wandered from Of the sou
beaming face OF the speaker. Her glanc
seemed rivi,ed there, and her countenanc
y frightened, and her lips Quvered, as sh
d listened She was not beautiful; bnt sh
a appeared SO pure, and truly devou:, tn;
y we could not help feeling our li,tleness, Z
: we watched her. She could not be hi
e sister; there was not the slightest resPr
?, blance between them and surely, he ha
u very little taste il she was his wife.
'. Well, everything has an end, if We onl
II wait long enough to see it. She was b
wife Tha, little, pale, Insignificant loos
d ing thing had capiiyat@d him. We set
n down Tor certainty that she was rich b
ID bad been bought. No. she had bee
as nothing but school-teacher II is aslor
il ishing what pranks love will sometim
ID play. wonder whether Tom Wilson il
r, tends returning TO Beechville Poor Ton
ii Il was very cruel 10 me 10 treat him so,
in confess. As for that disagreeable NJ
d, Markham, ] can't bear him. ] wonder
IN ever thought him superior to Tom, for no
ps think tha, Tom is certainly more man
IS looking. Sarah Edwards is to b. marri,
soon, and all the rest are dropping off,
,ir Hrigh ho ! wonder'if Tom has iorgolt,
! mel
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