Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-05-03
PASTORS ELECT.

NOW tell me all about IL, Ncldon. am
so anxious to hear the whole story, and it
is such nice evening for this. too. 1t is
so great luxury to be alone with you
that the rain sounds really musical, as
it drops against the window panes.' She
had pushed a low ottoman to his feet, and
throwing herself on this, lifted her sweet
face, set in its frame work OF brown, soft
hair, to her brothers.
SO you have at last caught me, and in
tend turning my confessor-do you, little
sis?' smilngly responded the young cler-
gyman, as he turned his eyes from the an
thracite blaze, where they had been dream
| lily fastened for the last half hour, and a
beautiful almost dreamy tenderness seem
ed to drift on them as they rested on his
sister
Yes. To think : on are really engaged.
Weldon. What would your pensioners
say if they knew it, particularly the yourg-
err portion Of them? | am somewhat APP
prchensve that their daily requests of bo
quets and fruits would be sensibly dimin-
ished. But about that lady-is she beau
! ful?'
"A woman's first query and again that
rich smile went like sunlight over the grave
but handsome features of the young pastor.
4 am not certain, Hattie, whether the art
list would thiRk her so. Her features are
not entirely regular, and her cheeks less
rosy than your own; but the emotion of her
deep. gentle, loving nature looks out of her
dark blue eyes, and there is sweet heart
chirography in the smiles that sparkle at
times, over her small and rather pcnsiye
mouth
You are drawing a charming Raphael
picture, brother mine. She is young, of
course?'
Hardly twenty one
'And-no, need not ask if her mind is
weH cultivated, for know your opinion
respecting women too well to doubt this
But is she intellectual-in short, book
worm?'
We'll, something of one. The formation
ganizaton, but all the faculties are well bal
anced.'
'And-let me SEES she rich?'
only in the possession Of those great
jewels which are above all price
But her parents, who are they"
Il never saw but one member of it and
he was a bcggar.'
Weldon The little fingers that had
been playfully braiding themselves with
those Of the young mans were suddenly
Withdrawn, the quick blood flashed into the
questioner's cheeks. and look of ming led
astonshment and displeasure filled her
brown eyes, as she calculated, Weldon you
are not in earnest?'
/ Yes, l am, Hattie You know | would
not Jest on such subject.
But you took me SO greatly by surprise.
And-and' The little red lips trembed
for moment and then the tears brimmed
over the lashes and journeyed down the
cheeks.
And I troubled you too Intercepted
( the young man, as he leaned forward and
carressingly snoothed down The bright hair
Of his sister.
| Don't look so sorrowful, darling, as tho
some great evil had Glanced me, but listen
to what | shall tell you, and then see if
your own true and noble heart. unbiased by
social distinctions and prejudiees, does not
commend my election. viii you do this,
Hattie, if not for my sake, for His who said
that the poor AMI the rich were alike in his
sight.
Sweet Hattie MARSHALL Her one great
foible was her pride for her handsome, no.
bic hearted brother; il wa. hardly weak
ness, for he was all that God had left her Of
the household over whom the spring daises
had lcng spread heir golden covering, and
for a moment she had looked with the world 8
eyes upon bis betro:ha to the sister OF the
mendlcant. But her brothers words had
siIenced the pride whispers in her heart, for
Hattie Marshall had learned OF Him who
was meek and lowly in spirit.
Il will do as you ask, Weldon. Forgive
me if | have done wrong, she whispered
drawing up still closer to her brother, and
/ LAYING her head in its old resting place
against his heart; for very tenderly, indeed,
did the brother and sister love each other.
Weldon Marshall drew his arm around
his sisters waist, and then when the rain
moaned and the wind muttered around the
windows, and the anthracite fire mingled
I its rudy glow with the silver astral light and
/ filled the parsonage sitting room with a
dreamy crimson light, he told story of the
past, and his eyes grew darker, his low
earnest tones full of pathetic eloquence as
he told it
1t is eight years next month, Hattie. and
/ was in New York, engaged IN my cole
giate studies You see it was three years
after our mothers DEATH and you were at
that time with uncle Harvard attending
/ school,
1T was cold. wild, disagreeable night,
and | remember standing at the window of
my snug sanctum, and looking out rueful-
ly into the darkness, for had made an en-
gagement to meet some Of my fellow stu
dents tina, evening at distant part OF the
city.
''Dear me, how the wind blows! So
liloquized with very feminine shrug of the
shoulders, as drew the curtain closer
Il We half mind to throw myself on the
lounge, which looks so provokingly COM
Portable, this evening, and not attempt an
encounter with the elements. 1t is absurd
to think they'll expect me such a night as
this. In short won't tempt an influence