Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1855-03-09


ly than We have been accustomed to-
Sarah asked no more questions, and
though the conversation between her faith
er and mother went on, she seemed to pay
no attention to it. She appeared to be
musing leeply over something.
As the evening advanced, John Barnet,
clerk, who had forsome months been at
tentive to Sarah, and who, report said,
was favorite suitor, made his accustom-
ed evening visit.
Everybody said that John Barnet was a
nice young man, and every way worthy
of so amiable and beautiful wife as Sar-
ah Whiting would undoubtedly make.
If there is anything in smiles and words,
the affection of the young clerk was warm
ly reciprocated by Sarah. They are not
engaged, however, though he called at Mr..
Writings house from four to seven even
ings in week.
Mr.. Whiting and his wife retired at an
early hour in the evening, leaving the low
ers to have it out.
As usual, John Barnet begged her to
make him happy by promising to be his
forever. To his utter surprise and con-
sternation, she said she could never be his
wife, and entreated him to think no more
about her. Ofcourse the lover pressed her
for an explanation of this sudden and re-
markable change in her manner towards
him. But she could not even do this,
and John took his leave, feeling that he
had not another friend in the world.
CHAPTER II.
Sarah Whiting had another suitor in
the person of wealthy and eccentric old
bachelor, who, after withstanding the as
saults of thousands of bright eyes and be-
witching smiles, had laid his heart at the
feet of the beautiful heroine. We don't
blame the fellow for falling in love with
her, any more than we blame Sarah tor
laughing at him when he threw himself at
her feet and popped this question
Mr. Ladyke Somerset was not an i'll
looking man, though he was an old bach
elor. True, his hair was not so black and
glossy as it had been twenty years before;
there was an occasional iron gray hair
which looked little suspicious, vet when
he began to make his court, to the divinity
of his dreams, even this disappeared, and
the people were malicious enough to say
it was through the inference of a certain
compound applied by the barber. True,
also, there was now and then wrinkle in
his face, which some young la lies affect to
dislike
But what of all these things? Old age
is honorable, and the iron gray hair and
wrinkles did not in the least mar the kind
ly expression of his phiz.
He was avery clever fellow, and though
the merry little Sarah Whiting could not
help laughing when he popped the ques.
ton TO her. she would very willingly have
had just such an article or something of
that sort.
Mr.. Ladyke Somerset was firm bcliev-
er in the ancient verify, that "faint heart
ne'er won fair lady," and he determined
not to faint or give up the chase till he
had bagged the game or seen her the wife
of another. Consequently he held out all
the inducements in his favor.
lie was not what young ladies call an
old fool, for he had sense enough to feel
that he never could gain the victory on
the strength of his physical attributes
his personal beauty.
But he was an amable man at heart,
and trusted solel, to the influence of his
moral and mental qualities for success
They had thus far failed him, through he
still persevered. O
MIR. Whiting, readily understanding
what these attentions meant, did all in his
power to favor his suit; for he was an old
fashioned man, and placed more conf
tence in the power Of good heart and
plenty OF money, to make his daughter
happy, than he in the more common attrib-
ltes OF youth and good looks, even though
The possessor of the first named commod- |
lty had passed the meridian of life.
But Sarah had mind of her own in
these matters, and though she appreciated
her kind fathers motive. she could not
,hink of throwing herself away on man
ot forty, if he was an angel.
1t was only in the afternoon of the day
preceding the conversation we have recor-
led, that Mr.. Somerset had paid her
'isit, and renewed his protestations oflove
% her. She had told him for the twenti-
,th time emo" e..
When she heard her father relate the
of his embarrassment, the i'm.
lge of Mr.. Somerset had involuntarily |
presented itself to her mind. He was
sbundantly able to assist them in this
and for the love he bore her
perhaps he would.
But then if she applied to him, and he
'forded the necessary aid, she would be
lnder obligations to him, which she might
lot find very convenient to discharge.
Ruin stared her father in the face. He
lad said 1t was ruin and she was sure it
kas.
What right had she to be selfish and
'ver nice, when she had it in her power to
vert the dreadful calamity. Her father
vas all in all to her, and though som Q are
o sentimental as to sacrifice father, moth
r, home and friends for lover, she would
acrifice a dozen lovers for her father
lone, to say nothing of her mother who
vas worth at least two dozen lovers.
Let not the reader suppose that the pref
Sarah did not love him upon whom
he smiled--she did; but her bump of ven.
ratlon was larger than that other humnl