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

come to accept your oft repeated pro.
posal.
"Indeed;" and the bachelor was taken
all aback, he could hardly believe the evil
dence of his own senses.
WHAT, sit! do you recede your offer 90
said Sarah, laughing with all her might
"A very convenient cloak for young ladies
sometimes.
Capital joke-eh?" and the bachelor
laughed too.
"No joke, sir; I am in earnest"
Sarah looked as sober as the matron of
the Orphan Asylum.
NAY, nay, my pretty Sarah, do not
makesport Of me-
will give you my promise in writing
with my signature, if you desire it,
is it possible that you mean so :? said
the doubtful Mr.. Somerset.
Take my hand.'
The bachelor took it, pressed it to his
lips, and began to think himself the hap.
piest man in the world.
1 am yours, Mr.. Somerset
Bless you, Sarah
'On one condition.
Name it,
Sarah recounted the story of her faith.
er's embarrassment.
Fill me out check for three thousand
dollars, and I'll promise to be your wife
in one year.
MIR. Ladyke Somerset mused. He an
pearel to be in doubt. He was very
high souled man, and the idea of buving
the hand of his wife was, to the last de.
gree. repugnant to him.
you hesitate, sir, know you do not
love me- said Sarah, with apparent pique.
'On my soul, | do ! Iagree here is the
check, replied Mr. Somerset, as he seated
himself at the table and drew the check.
Now include in it note to my father,
saying you heard of his trouble from a
mutual friend, and then beg the privilege
Of loaning him the amount of the check
And You sacrifice yourself to your ta.
ther, my fair Sarah Q said the bachelor.
as he sealed the letter.
i do
you are an angai.'
Nay, | must go now
Inc check did but the business, anl Mr..
w hi'iag was as happy as he ever was in
MS life. Baker could not sleep that night
because ne had been ioied in his revan 70.
In the evening, Mr.. Somerset called at
the house to see his future bride. She
tieatc him kindly, and permitted him to
sit by hel' side, hold her work basket, and
pick up her thilnblc when she dropped it
which was glory enough for one eve.
nlng, to one as moderate in his wishes as
the bachelor beau of our heroine.
But about 8 o'clock, to Sarahs utter
CONSERVATION, John Barnet paid his usual
visit. The poor clerk was sadly distress
ed, as well he might be, and called to de-
sire an explanation Of the cool manner in
which he had been dismissed. ..s |
The presence of Mr.. Somerset was all
the explanation he desire /. He was un.
easy, he could not join in the conversation,
and aware that he was making himself
dlsagreeable to the party, he determined
to take his leave, but how could he leave
her
He knew Mr. Somerset to be one of the
best men in the world and he resolved to
request an interview with him on the spot.
The worthy bachelor condesc ended to
walk down the street short distance with
him, and John Barnet told him the whole
story how he loved Sarah, how he had
every reason to believe that Sarah loved
him. He was sure that some unfair ad !
vantage had been taken, and he wanted
the matter explained.
Come back to the house young man
and | will give you all the satisfaction
you desire
John consented.
A few minutes suficed to explain to
MIR. Whiting and the discarded lover, the
nature of the sacrifice which the devoted
Sarah had made for her fathers sake. 7
Bless you my child = exclaimed the
his eyes filed with tears of love,
as he tendelly embraced his noble daugh-
ter
You understand it now, don't YOU,
Mr.. Barnet 2 said the bachelor, with
good natured smile.
L 10, indeed, replied John scornfully,
she is noble girl, and I will never cease
to love her, though she never can be mine
Sarah cast glance at him, and her eyes .
Tiled with tears. She never knew until
that moment how much she loved the poor
clerk. But it was all over now--the bright
dreams of love had passed away. and She
could never be happy again.
What. Sarah, do you recede from your
promise 2 asked Mr.. Somerset.
NAY, 1 do not Farewell forever, and
sbe poor girl sobbed convulsively.
Farewell, Sarah, and the clerk seized
his hat and rushed to the door.
Halo! stop, young man, exclaimed
Ar, Somerset, don't go off mad. Give
ne your hand .sF
You area good fellow; !; I honor you.
Sarah, your hand. and Mr.. Somerset took
he little white hand of tho weeping maid
N and placed It in the hand Of John Bar
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BE happy. Nh, IS. :,a..s Il, se, J