Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1855-07-12
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FALSE LIGHTS OF LOVE:
A Sketch for Young Girls.
BY META GREY.

ready, and 1t VIII be Impossible Tor MIN TO
wait longer than tomorrow afternoon. Now,
just think of his tearing me away from all that
love. Not only do grieve to leave you,
dear Ida, but Harry-poor. Harry-he is al
most crazy, and wants me to-but am almost
afraid to mention it even to you.'
oh, Abby, do tell me. will not mention
it to any one. You need not fear me. can
keep secret as we'll as the next one. You
know that by experience
sYes, know that; but am almost afraid
to think of it myself, much less tell any one
else. am so fearful that, by some means, it
would get to papa's ears, and then he would
never let me come back here again.
ABBY, l am sorry to think that you have
lost confidence in your friend at the moment
of parting. Do tell me your secret, and it
shall be locked as safely in my own breast as
if it was in the Treasury, under one of Hobbs
patent locks
Well, lean over close, so that can whis-
per it to you, for fear those grim old portraits
Harry says my father is taking me away to
wean my love from him, and proposes that 1
should elope, and get married at once. He
says after it is over, father will become recon-
ciled. He pleaded so earnestly, and made
such fair promises, that could hardly resist
but then l thought Of my promise TO grandpa
pa, l told him No-deciding the matter at
once. Then he told me that did not love
him as much as he did me, or would not hes
itate, but be married, and risk the conse-
queRces. Now, you know how dearly l love
him, and how it grieves me to leave hinl-but
what am l to do! Papa and duty calls me
one way; Harry and love beckon me the 9th
er- Now, tell me honestly what you would
do, if you were in my place.
'Oh, dear if it was me, l would fly on the
wings of love 10 Harry. am sure he will
make you happy. Yeur father is too particu-
lar, and expects too much from Harry He
will not find one young man in the city who
does not indulge occasionally in the sparkling
wine cup, that sharpeas ones wits, and sets
them free. Besides, after you are married,
Harry will settle down, and become one of the
most devoted and domestic husbands that YOU
can find. l do not believe that my father
would object to any one that select TO travel
llfe's journey with me and if he does, / will
cause aiae days wonder, and haze the pa-
pers teeming with paragraphs OF an elopement
in high life, Of the beautiful Ida Clifford
Then the next day will be busy one for cor
oners, helding inluests over the bodies of dis
sppelated lovers who have committed suicide
lda, 1 feel so sad, that you must Law off
your bonnet and shawl, and spend this evening
with me, then you can help me to pack up
Yes, but it will seem as though l was hur-
rying you of. Madame NJ only gave me
leave to stay one hour; but will stay with
you as long as please She will not-say
anything to me, because father told me that he
was going to send her a handsome birthday
gift for taking care of me so nicely, and keep
ing me secluded from all society, except my
schoolmates, as he does not want me to get
the beaux into my head until l have finished
my studies, which, according to his ideas,
will be when ] am eighteen, which is yet full
two years in the dim future. He does not
know what nice times we have here. or that
am almost engaged to Allen Burr. If he did,
railroad cars and putting steamers could not
bring him fast enough to take me away-in-
stead of presents, Madame M-would re-
ceive most emphatic blessing
Hush, hush, think hear grandma COM
ing, and if she hears us talking about him.
she will think we are planning something
wicked. She has grown very suspicious of
late, and thinks 1 am determined, in spite of
opposition, to have Harry, to whom she has
taken great dislike, because she thinks he is
worthless and drinks too hard. If he does in
Sdulge too freely sometimes, it only makes him
"a little lively, and that is what I like. / do
not want quiet, stupid husband, but one who
Is lively and will interest me-
This conversation took place between two
dear friends-Ida Clifford and Abby Wood
man--in the cosy little domicl of Abby, which
at the time it occurred, did not present its
usual neat appearance. The bureau drawers
stood open, the chairs were piled up with
things ready folded, to be packed in the huge
trunks and vaises that nearly covered the
floor. This friendship had budded and RI
pened at one of the fashionable Boarding
Schools in the city of P, where, instead
of improving their time and talents to the best
advantage, the pupils were allowed to minele
in the society of dissipated young men, while
their parents were indulging the vain hope
that their daughters would return home with
finished educations and superior accomnl;sb-
ments, that would fit them for any society and
the duties of life in general. Ida was per
feet blonde, very slight, and very graceful,
and when she would toss her little head one
side, her light curls would fall back and give
you view of her classic profile, which none
could see but admire. Having been fattered
by both old and young, she had formed quite
good opinion of herself, as we have seen in
her conversation with her friend Abby, who
could not beast of so much beauty, vet from
out of her hazle eyes beamed the light of in
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