True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1856-02-06
er up to your cottage home, that I may
promise the same in the presence of your
mother, so she may trust me as you do
PART II.


PART II.
1t was indeed a splendid dwelling
Daisy Vernon's new home; with spacious
lofty apartments, filled with rare pictures
and statuary and mirrors that reached
from the floor to The ceiling. 1t seemed
like an enchanted palace 10 the young
bride, as she wandered from room 10 room
with her hands fast clasped on her hus-
bands arm.
'And this is your own little nest, birdy;'
he said to her as they entered smaller
apartment than the others, Here you
must let me come, and no one else, and
here you must study. See, all these
books | have selected for you myself un-
til you become very wise little child
wife 10 this grave Percy, whom men call
learned, but who only wants to be called
dearest friend by you
/ 'Ah, it frightens me- whispered Daisy,
clinging closer to him. y shall never
know what to do, l am SO very ignoran.
unless you will take care of me and show
me how; and when | make mistakes you
will be ashamed of me, and grow tired
of me, and by and by wish you had new
er married poor little Daisy Lee Oh,
that would kill me, indeed it would!
Percy put his finger over her quivering
lips.
The violet would have no reason to
fear, little wife, were i, ,ransplan,ed to a
hot house, that it would not grow prop
erly among the foreign and brilliant flow
ers. 1t would be the loveiest of all
! Yes, sir; but unless the gardener was
very gentle and tender with it, it would
wnher and die and as Daisy spoke, she
shuddered, even while her husband drew
her face up to his, and kissed her, as if 10
assure her that she should never die from
want of tenderness and care.
Percy Vernon belonged to one Of those
old families that lay claim to noble blood
and trace back their genealogies to the
coroneled heads of 'merne England,
and he himself was not quite free from
this pride of birth. Ii was with no It'll
anxiety therefore, that he anticipated
Daisy's first meeting with his proud
mother and sisters. True he had over
looked her humble rank in life, her pov-
erly, and even The fact that her mother
had supported herself by her needle; he
saw only the arlless, beautiful child, who
won his whole heart with the first timid
glance of her blue eyes; and he made
her his wife with noble disregard of the
| opinion of the world into which he would
introduce her.
He knew her 10 be gentle, and pure as
the soflest petal of the white lily. and free
from even the thought of evil, and tha,
was enough.
! Then, 100, when she, very child in
years and innocence, trembled and blush.
ed in his presence: when her eyes told
with artless simplicity, even before he
sought her love, that she had given it to
him; there had come over his soul the
flash of an old memory-the memory o.
boyish passion, where the beloved one
was proud, fair girl who had suffered
him TO love her, and then trifed with hi
affection. The memory Of her careless
mockery CALLED him yet; but not now, al
then, did he VOW never to believe agair
in a woman's truth. All, there was M
doubling the truth of Daisy's love, wher
her clear deep. eyes met his and sh,
whispered as he bade her, 'Percp, low
your So for that as we'll as for he
beauty and goodness, he gave her th'
tenderest affection of his mature years.
Still, ne knew well that his friend
would receive his bride with a naughty
coldness which would distress and woun'
her sensitive nature; and that was why
he came in to the dressing room to lead he
down into the great saloon where sh
was 10 meet them for them for the frs
time, prepared to examine and criticis,
her dress as he would a strangers; ant
with an anxious expression Of counter
ance, that showed him 10 be still alive 4
the remarks of his high bred and aristO
cratic friends and acquintances.
Daisy had dismissed her maid an
while listening for his step in the hall, Sh
) stocd before the mirror examining be