The Portsmouth inquirer. [volume] (Portsmouth, O. [Ohio]) 1849-1855, 1855-03-02
PORTSMOUTH, o. FR1DlsY EVENING. MARCH O. 1855 .

dressed bellies and beaux were promenad-
ling in ut the front entrance, while Frank,
laughing in his sleeve, sawed wood at the
back--in a shed wherethewidow had hung
a little oil lamp.
Dame Blake was neither rich nor fash
ionable; she bad her own independent no.
tons Of the fitness of things; hence at an
earlierhou than fasion required, she had
refreshments served. Frank stood wiping
Lis forehead, thinking the farce wouldn't
pay, when he heard voices.
Why do'you suppose he hasn't come
IyetY inquired Marie, anxiously.
Il can'tthiuk, answered her cousin; then
she added, lightly, you are certainly be-
yitchedwith him, for you have seemed 50
dull, SO unlike yourself Tonight
Pshaw, returned Marie in avexed tone.
Il don't care Two cents for him only to firt
with -
Say you sO?' wAispe red Frank to him
self.
%, that is wicked Marie, and you will
get him to love you dearly
of course 1 shall;' returned Marie,
coldly. :
And then turn him off?
yes.
% Marie, you think he is poor, but
assure youa gentleman who was here to
see mama to-day, assured us that Mr.. Lem
ington had just hada handsome fortune left
him By On uncle, who, dying, bequeathed
lin all biz property. L
Us that so? inquired Marie, with ener-
fgy; then don't say another word, Ill mar
ry him.
Ifyou can? queried susy, silly, laugh
ing.
No fear ofthat, returned the other; 'he.d
give all he's worth for smile from me,
now.
Would he? said Frana 10 hinaoclf.
There, the poor wood sawyer, cried Su-
,sy; I'm going to send him out plate of
cake.
"rhe old curmudgeon! he's a perfect
fright, returned Marie, Grossly. i would
MT trouble myself about him.
but he's poor-he works hard; he shall
have some cake, persisted her gentle cousin.
Frank sat as if exhausted on monster
log. Something in white garments, look
ing like an angel, came out and offered
him refreshments.
God bless you, beautiful creature, he
uttered earnestly. Another moment and
she was gone.
How noble and handsome he looked
Frank Lemington-as he entered the wild
ow's room, his face beaming with happi-
ness.
Susy modestly shrank back inthe crowd;
Marie welcomed him, Praying him every
attention in her power--usiny every fas-
cinaiing art. Her heart beat high; ,iow he
sroS rich, she allowed her selfish self to love
hun, and she madly worshipped him.
In vain all her arts. Frank sought the
blushing cousin, and astonished, she knew
nst why, she still could not but note the
expression of his glance: 1t was very
sweet to her, but why should he seek me
she murmured, when there is Marie, SO
much richer and more beautiful? In a
lew words he told her why, and to Marie.s
anger grief, indignation and remorse, Susy
Blake was Frank Lemington.s betrothed
-betro.hed--the 'little Susy Blake-that
poor, unaccomplished thing. Pshaw!
Frank and Susy were married. They
had splendid wedding, and forthwith re-
moved into their beautiful house.
One day Susy was startled by the en-
trance of the whitewasher. red locks and
all. lie seated himself familiarly upon the
rich lounge and regarded tho lady with his
old, strange stare.
who are you? what do you want? Mr.,
Lexington is not at home, she repeated
rapidly, rising and facing the door.
'Susy, exclaimed the strange apparation
inclining his head sideways, and smiling
most hideously.
Good heavens, sir, leave the house, now!
cried Susy, Indignantly, crushing the rose
Frank had placed in her bosom in her agi-
tation.
Throwing off his hair, his whiskers, his
false eyebrows, Frank held out his arms.
Susy rushed into them with scream Of
delight-'it can't be you was he, she cried
laughing till the tears ran; what did you
do it for?
No matter what l did it for, he ans
wered, kissing her beautiful cheek, since
it gained me true, loving wife.