True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1855-12-05

ing for, oil dong good, before Jullas
letter came. God has sent 1t me, |
know lie has, and I'll not wait another
moment
Rowena Strong turned hastily to her
writing desk and there was light in
her blue eyes, a brightness rising over her
whole face which no diamond could have
given it.
She stood at the window, looking out
sadly on the sun, that was going so early
behind the bare hill tops. 1t had been
one of those November days that hang
their gray, gloomy bordering on the
white skirts of winter, and now the wind
was beginning to take up the funeral song
of the year. With a low, shuddering
cry, the mourner came down from the
mountains and wandered through the
short, dry grass of the meadows, and up
through the forests. The gray clouds
thickened overhead. No wonder the
face that looked out al the window grew
sad.
wish l could describe it, with its
clearly cut profile, its large, long-lashed,
mellow eyes, its full, dropping lips, and
the rich curls that hung all about it. All,
me this is faint suggestion of its beau
ty.
The house, a large, old-fashioned, but
very respectable wooden building, stood
in some distance from The road, but the
whole had bare, deserted kind of look,
which the season alone should not have
given it.
He will he here 10 night murmured
Matte English, still looking Off at the
clouds. And l must decide my fate
God help me !. l would rather go down
into some kitchen, and toll there the veri-
est drudge, all the days Of my life, than
marry that rich, old mlser. But my poor
mother; she will starve, or be dependent
on charity. if do not do this. know
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the neighbors DR.. Gilman, especially
have secretly helped us for months, and
/. we haven't money in the house to buy
another meal. Dear, dear mother! Wher
| think OF her failing health, her former
life of ease and luxury, l know ough
to sacrifice myself for her. 1t would Kill
me 10 see her suffer; and she cannn
u,a,o poyvl.y with the strong heart ant
young health that have. But 10 think
, of that old mnn's being my husband
How it makes me shudder,' t.
Our home should be the proudest in
all Meadow Brook he said 'and silk
and Jewels should add new lustre to my
beauty.
I And with these | shall be bought ant
sold.' There was a scornful working o
the pale, proud face, but the next momen
it softened, for another memory had COM
: up 10 her heart.
Il 'Oh I! what will Paul say, when he re
turns and hears of ilp And now sh
has lain her forehead against the window
and the tears are struggling up to th
r long.lashed eyes. He never told me h
: loved me, with his lips, but his eyes hav
a thousand times. / know, too, il wa
5 because his uncle wanted him to inarr,
that Boston heiress, that lie went OH thi
: long journey. Poor fellow! He di
not like to offend his rich old uncle b
5 refusing him and then Paul is poor, am
I had no home TO offer me. But he mean
s to, before he returned, and Ythen--oh
I. how happy we might have been 7
Great sobs were shaking the poor girl
: frame now, for fewlyears up the FL
: ture, she saw little white cottage, wit
green vines over-wrapping it, and tn
: great stone house of the millionaire, wit
+ its Gothic front, and Grecian statue.
! seemed like prison as it loomed up be
+ fore her. H Guh 5st7lq sw .aiiI
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