Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1855-09-26

How pleasantly the weeks glided by,
that beautiful summer. time. Oh the
drives, and the sails, and the pic MICS,
and the fruit parties. And always by
my side was that tall, handsome Phil
Darrah, with his grey eyes and curling
hair, and certain je ne sais quOi of man.
ner that kept my heart in perpetual
futter
1 say " always" but sometimes as
sat by the parlor window of an evening,
1 would see him go in at Mr.. Loomis' on
the opposite corner and Mr.. Loomis'
disagreeable niece, with her sixty thou
sand dollars, who was then on a visit to
her uncle, would play and sing for him
till 1 vowed Iwould never touch an ivory
key again.
cit won't do, Carry" said my uncle
JACK, after one of these evenings, ." she
sung, Am Not Fondly Thine Own,
last night. and to-day 1 saw Darrah's IS
coachman leave magnificent boquet
there
Handsomer than this ?" said |, rush.
ing into the parlor, and bringing out a
vase of superb hot-house flowers in my
hand.
"Why, no, don't know that it was, +"
replied uncle Jack, slowly. $50 there
are two strings to your 6eau,' are they?"
and he laughed at his own pun.
But, Garry, she's rich, child.'
$50 am l."
You !'' and uncle Jack threw him
self back in his chair and laughed i'm
moderately, &c Why you little sinner,
you've hardly money enough to keep you
from starving"
1 walked to the mirror and surveyed
myself complacently.
Yes, sir" said l, turning around to
my astcnished uncle, :" g am rich in
good looks, q Oas thought handsome
and she's such a skinny little thirg, that
it always puts one in mind of 8 the dry
bones, rattling.' Then l am rich, sir, in
my youth, and hope, and health, and
elastic spirits. Oh, am far richer, un-
Gle Jack she can't buy one of these"
But Phil Darrah may not value all
these as highly as you do, Cad. Sixty
thousand dollors with his own fortune is
no trihe, child"
:" Then he's not worth all ney riches, -
said l, cOntemptuously but think now
that must have replaced the vase on the
boquet table with little temper, for the
water flew over my hands and a sOUUenir
lose fell 10 pieces.
But for week after this, in all our
amusements, Philip Darrah was by my
side. Adaline Loomis ogled and dress
ed and sung in vain. All her invitations
to '' Come rest in this BOSOM he yiItu
ously resisted, and began to think that
my riches aOere of better kind.
The demonstrations on the gentleman's S
part were growing more marked.
Night after night, would be wakened
by the sOftest music under my window,
and morning after morning a gorgeous
boquet graced my table.
Sometimes the serenade would be Civ.
Ell by half dozen young men, with
whom Phil was intimate, who performed
on as many different instruments, and all
OF whom sung well but noticed that
If our last conversation had been at ali of
a serious or sentimental turn, that my
serenade was always of the softest, love-
inspiring flute solo, or an exquisite song
with guitar accompaniment. Occa
sionally too, instead of the compact pyra
mided boquet, there would be left at the
hall-door for me, few white and blush
rJse-buds, half buried in heliotrope and
mignonette.
What impressible girl of sixteen could
Withstand all this ? sighed profoundly
when the solitary serenader took a last
look at my window and departed and
always carried the unpreIending rose
buds and heliotrope up to my chamber
was entirely satisfied with the state
of affairs. OF all things that Philip Oar
rah excelled in, and they were many, he
excelled in nothing SO much as horse
manship.
have many a time watche.l him as
far as l could see him down the street,
as he passed by on brown Tom, his fine
figure having nothing of the rigidity of
the awkard equestrian but seemingly
moved by the same impulse as the horse,
he accommodated himself with the mos
flexible grace to its every motion. The
beast seemed proud of being managed
by such master. l have almost clan
ped my hands when l have seen him 90
praneing by, with eyes flashing, neck
arched and nostrils snorting, and have
been quite as ready to resign my heart to
the horse as to the man.
Miss Carry" said Phil, entering my
uncle's parlor one evening, we are 60
ing 20 make up an equestrian party for
the day after tomorrow, and you mast