M'arthur Democrat. (McArthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1853-1865, 1855-10-11
CHAPTER III.

neNleIe I1ouSej WneIe Mr. somerset |
boarded,
CHAPTER III.
Mr.. Ladyke Somerset was a nabcb,
and retained a private parlor 10 which
the obSeqious servant conducted Sarah
Whiting.
OF course the bachelor was reason
ably astonished at this visit.
Indeed, Miss Whiting, am de.
lightedto see gou,' exclaimed he, with
rapturous enthusiam.
81 knew you would be, and that's the
reason came,' laughed Sarah, and at
the same time she bIushed so sweetly
that Mr.. Ladyke Somerset had almost
dissolved in rapture of delight.
'Ah, my dear Miss Whiting, you
are not always SO kind to me as you
are today
But | always will be hereafter, and
Sarah smiled, though her heart beat
like the bounding Of race horse.
'Ah, you are SO good; aud so pretty,
too
Il will save you the trouble of all
these useless adulations by saying that
| have come to accept your oft, repeat.
ed proposal
'lndeed!' and the bachelor was taken
'all aback!' he could hardly believe the
evidence of his own senses.
'What, sir! Do you recede from
your offer" said Sarah, laughing with
all her might-a very convenient cloak
for young ladies', sometimes.
Capital joke-eh2' and the bachelor
laughed too.
mo joke, sir; am in earnest
Sarah looked sober as the matron of
the Orphan Asylum.
NAY, nay, my pretty Sarah, do not
make sport OF me-
i will give you my promise in wri-
ting, with my signature if you desire
Iit,'
'IS it possible that you mean SOP
said the doubtful Mr.. Somerset.
take my hand.'
The bachelor took it, pressed it to
his lips, and began to think himself
the happlest fellow in the world.
4 am yours, Mr., Somerset
Bless you, Sarah
'On one condition.
name it,
Sarah recounted the story OF her
fathers embarrassment.
Fill me ont check for three thou
sand dollars. and | promise to become
your wife within one year.
Mr.. Ladyke Somerset unused, He
appeared to be in doubt. He was a
high>souled m n, and the idea Of buy
ing the hand of his wife, was, to the
last degree, repugnant to him.
you hesitate, sir; | know you do
not love me- said Sarah, with apparent
pique.
'On my soul l dol | agree; here is
the check replied Mr., Somerset, as
he seated himself at the table and drew
the check
'Now inclose it in noteto my faith
er, saying you heard his trouble from a
mutual friend, and then beg the privi>
ege of loaning him the amount Of the
check
'And you sacrifice yourself to your
father, my fair SarahP' said the bach
elor, as he sealed the note.
Il do.'
you are an angelo
'Nay; | must 60 now.'
The check did the business, and
Mr.. Whiting was as happy as ever he
was in his life. Baker could not
sleep that night because he had been
ioied in his revenge.
In the evening Mr.. Somerset called
at the house to see his future BRIDE
She treated him kindly, and permitted
him to set by her side, hold her work.
basket, and pick up her thimble when
she dropped it-which was glory en-
ough Tor one evening, to one as mode
rate in his wishes as the bachelor beau
OF our heroine.
But about eight o'clock, to Sarah's
utter CONSERVATION, John Barnet paid
his usual visit. The poor clerk was
sadly distressed, as wei! he might be,
and called to desire an explanation of
the cool manner in which be had been
dismissed.
The presence oi Mr.. Somerset was
all the explanation he desired. He
was uneasy; he could not join in the
conversation, and aware that he was
making himself diSagreeable to the
party, he determined to take his leave,
but how could he leave her?
He knew hIr. Somerset to be one of
the best men in the world, and he re-
solved to request an interview with
him on the spot.
The worthy bachelor condescended
to walk down the street short distance
with John Barnet. John told him the
whole story; how he loved Sarah, and
how ne mad every reason to helieve
that Sarah loved him. He was sure
that some unfair adv vantage had been
taken, aud he wanted the matter ex-
planned.
Come back to the house, young