Butte record., 1855-02-17

W h@t tho ucuoo 10 ~ pay NciC
thought Smith. Is this election dav,
or fair day i-or is that lunatic assy
lum. and those fellows madmen ,
He walked on, curious to learn the
cause of the commotion. As he ad-
vanced, he saw white flag flying on the
lnwn, and he hearl the distant sound Of
music. As he Approached nearer the
village, a gate in the thick hedge row
opened, and portly gentleman in black.
wit a spotless VIII te waistcoat, very
rosy glls, and a bunch OF flowers in his
butt n-hole. udlenly appeared wi iii both
hands extended,
Ny dear boy said he, 'weIcom, =
You're before time but SO much fhe
better 1t Itspeaks we'll of your ga'lantry
But where your uncle; ?
[ hav'nt sen him yet, sir and l
heard he's unwell.'
Well, we'll, $ id the old gentleman,
[ nrdly expect d him You don't look
quite well Nouis ia little pale, ner-
vous No matter; it will soon be over,
hey' Well, you don't look bit like
the old man | expect d to find yon
shorter and stouttr. | thought Sop y
must have been mistaken in your appear
ance.'
Sophyr exclaimed Smith, more and
mos-s bewl,dtred.
Ay, ay, my bny,' She told me all
how she met you at Bath and loved you,
and how you suddenly disappeared--
You Lad no ilea of entering into an ar
r"ngem Mt for life without seeing your
Intended and faith. I don't blame you
for it. When | was # your age, |
W uldn't have married a gil t. please
thousa nd uncIes, ill I'd sat SIZED myself.
But you never let your uncle know about
'hat trip to Bath. Sly dog But come
along
SO saying, the officioas old gentleman
seizrd The arm Of The W idefel Smith,
wh, found it impossible to believe that
he was nwake, and dragged hin ac ess
the lawn, and ushered him into the
drawing.room. where fat wepsan in a
crimson turban rushed into hi, arms,
and saluted him on both checks. and
then burst into PASS mate f of tears.
&c. deag, &eaI,' sad she, til is is the
happie and saddest day of my life -
I'm sure YOU'RE very nice young man,
and viii take the best care Of my daugh-
ter; and your uncle's a dear good croa-
But Sophy is my all--e1cuse a mothers
feelings, Mr. Saith; an only child o,
dear -
Mrs. Wruggles Mrs. Wruggles,
compose yourselfp said the old gentle.
man.
Sophy Wruggles is really the girl.
then, after all ? thought Smith MY
uncle is certainly an older man than ey-
er the world has given him credit for
to manage such q surprise for me and
to leave me tumblr into happiness, with
out the least suspicion Of the felicity be-
fore me =
But his meditations were Gu, shor. BY
the entrance of the fair Sophy, attired
in vigin white, and looking lovely as an
an gel.
Mr.. and Mrs. Wruggles led her for
ward and then discrcetly left the room.
As she seemed overcome BY emotion,
Smith caught her in his arms, and her
head recliued upo.. his shoulders.
Ny dear angel = cried Smith. Tell
me if | owe this happiness 10 your own
free, and not to your filial obedience p
'Can you ask me-, William . replied
the bride, blushing and looking up in lis
face
Smith pressed the lips of his adored
'What a strange couriship ours has
been,' said Smith, carried on in the
language of the eyes aaone.'
Yours we're so expressive = said
Sophy. Do you remember Bath =
Can l ever forget the pump-room p
cried he lover.
How | trembled when / handed you
your glass;
How | thrilled when drank it'
And the ball at the assembly rooms =
sug setcd Saith.
And the xaltzes and polkas = replied
the bride.
Decidedly We were formed for each
o'hert'