The true Democrat., 1855-01-17
THE WIDOWS BEAU.

Service had commenced in the neat little sanctuary which the inhabitants of Fairmount had conSecrated to the service of God. The minister had reached the psalm and Scripture lesson, and the first lines of the opening hymn. The eyes of the people were fixed intentlv up- on him, for he was not only good, sound and eloquent preacher, but he was a fine looking one, too and thus enchained not only the at tention of the true, but the false worshipers. The house was very still-the clear, melodous tones ot the speaker were the only sounds that throbbed on the balmy golden air, which the midsummer Sabbath morn had breathed into that holy place. The syllable of the second line was trembling on his lips, when rustic at the door, and the entrance of two persons. a lady and gentleman dissolved the charm. In second every eye turned from the pulpit to the broad aisle, and watched with more than usual eagerness, the progress of the couple A most searching ordeal they were subjected to-. and when fairly and quietly seated in the front pew, immediately in front of the pulpit, what a nudging of elbows there was-ave, and how many whispers, too.
 In vain the sound, the good the eloquent the handsome Mir. B., sought again to attract the attention of hearers They had no eyes nor thoughts for anybody else but widow C.. and widow C.s young, genteel and dashing looking attendant
 How she had cheated them. Hadn't she said she didn't feel as though she could wear anything but mourning? And in spite of these protestations, hadn't she come out all at once, dressed in white, and walked into the church in broad daylight, leaning on the arm of young gentleman?
 Yes, indeed she had. She would have plead guilty to all these charges, grave ones as they were, and to the last two how many witnesses might have been subppnaed! She was actu- ally dressed in white! A beautiful robe of h. dia null, tucked to the waist with an open corsage, displaying an elaborately wrought chi mizette; drapery sleeves, trimmed with the richest Mechlin lace, undersleeves of the same expensive material; white crape shawl; a white lace hat, with orange buds and flowers; white kid gloves; light gaiters. Such was the description every lady had on her tongues end, to repeat over as soon as the service was ended.
 And the gentleman-he was dressed in style. Didn't he wear white pants of the latest pattern. and white vest, and coat of "satin finish" land white kids too; and don't he sport a massive chain, and didn't he gaze often and lovingly on the fair creature beside him?
 An, yes, he did so, and there was no further room to doubt Widow c. had cheated them She had won beau: laid aside her mourning, put on bridal attire, and was going to be mar red In church. But who the beau was, or whence he came, were questions more difficult to solve.
 Service proceeded. The choir sung, and the minister prayed and preached-the people won dered when the ceremony would take place. But to their utter astonshment they were left to wonder; for when the benediction was pro- nounced, widow C. and the strange gentleman walked with the rest of the congregation quiet- lv out of church. When they reached the pavement he offered her his arm very grace fully, and she placed her hand very confdinolv on the beautiful soft coat sleeve as they nas sed on.
 What a morning that was in Fairmount!- What world of conjectures, surmises. inquiries and doubts rolled over and over in the brains, of not only gossipping ladies, but of sober, matter-ot- fact gentlemen. The like of such a thing had never occurred in the village There was something new under the sup-a lady had beau and nobody knew him!
 Widow c., didn't your ears burn that day? An, we wonder they didn't drop off, Surely they must have been crisp and crimson.
 The Rev. Mr. B. preached to a crowded house that evening;-that was no compliment to him however. Every body was sure the wedding would take place then, but everybody was again sadly disappointed; and if tongues had run at railway speed before, they travelled then on electric wires. The minister might have preached in Greek that day, and his ser. mon would have been quite as edifying; but one