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

Nllc ds Calah w hhibb HOulu uuuOuut-
edly make.
If there is anything in smiles and
gentle words, the affection of the young
clerk vas warmly reciprocatsd by Sa>
rah. They were not engaged, how
ever, though he called at Mr.. Writings
house from four to seven nights in a
week.
! Mr.. Whiting and his wife retired at
an early hour in the evening, leaving
the lovers to shave it OUT
As usual, John Barnet begged her to
make him happy by promising to be
his forever. To his utter surprise and
conslernation, she told him she could
never be his wife, and entreated him
to think no more about her. Oh course,
the lover pressed her Tor an expIana-
Ition Of this sudden and remarkable
change in her manner towards him. -
But she could not even do this, and
John took his leave, feeling tha! 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 assaults OF thousands of bright
eyes and bewilching smiles, had laid
bis heart at the feet OF beautiful hero.
inc. We don't blame the old fellow
for falling in love with her, any more
than we blame Sarah for laughing at
him, when he threw himself at her
feet and "popped the question"
Mr.. Ladyke Somerset was mol
Ia very ill.looking man, though
he was an old bachelor. True, his
hair was not so black and glossy as il
had been twenty years before; there wa:
an occasional iron gray hair, which
looked little suspicious; yet, when he
began to make his court to the divinity
OF his dreams, even these disappeared
aud people were malicious enough t
say it was through the influence OF {
certain compound applied by the bar
ber. True, also, there was now ant
then q wrinkle in his face, whlcl
some young ladies' affect to dislike,
But what OF all these things? Oh
age is honorable, and the iron gray
hairs and wrinkles did not in the leas
mar the kindly expression of his phiz
He was very clever fellow, anc
though the merry little Sarah Whiting
could not help laughing when he pop.
Iped the question to her, she woulC
very willingly have had just such ar
uncle, or something of that sort. Ii
short, she liked him, but didn't lOut
him.
Mr.. Ladyke Somerset was firm be.
lever in the ancient verify, that "lainl
heart ne'er won fair lady," and he de-
termined not 10 faint, or give mp the
chase, till he had bagged the game, OF
had seen her the vile of another
Consequently he held out all the in
ducements in his power to engage heI
heart in his favor.
He was not what young ladies call
an sold iool," for he had sense enough
to feel that he could never gain The
victory on the strength of his physical
attributes-his personal beauty.
But he was an amiable man at hear
and trusted solely to the influence Of
his moral and meutal qualities for sue.
cess. They had thus far failed him,
though he still preservered.
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
confidence in the power of a good
heart and plenty OF money, to make
his daughter happy, than he did in the
more common attributes of youth and
good looks, even though the possessor
OF the first named commodity had pas.
sed the meridian of lille.
| But Sarah had mind OF her own
in these matters, and though she ap.
preciated her kind fathers motives,
she could not think OF throwing her.
self away on man Of forty, even if he
was an angel.
1t was only the afternoon of the day
preceding the conversation we have re.
corded, that Mr.. Somerset had paid
her visit, and renewed his protesta.
IIlOns of love to her. She had tolc
him, for The twentieth time, "no."
| When she heard her father relate
the particulars of his embarrassment,
the immage OF MIR. Somerset had in.
voluntarily presented itself to her mind.
He was abundantly able 10 assist them
in this emergency, and for the love he
bore her, perhaps he would.
But then if she applied to him, and
he afforded the necessary aid, she
would be under an obligation to him,
which she might find it very inconve.
nient to discharge.
Ruin stared her father in the tace.-
He had said it was ruin, and she was
ouro it was
What righ! had she to be selfish and
over-nice, when she had it in her pow.
er to aver! the dreadful calamity? Her
father was all-in-all to her, and though
some girls are so sentimental as to sac
rifice iather, mother, home, and friends,
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