The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1856-02-28
RAYENNA. THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 28, 1856.


had sued in vain, to waste her time in th
lonely out-of-the-way place, simply because
a pervese student refused to love her, il
preference to his books! She thought, with
strange yearning, Of the crowded city, ant
the countless friends who would flock around
her, when it was known she had returned
She would give up her foolish wager-pre
sent Jennie with the diamond ring, of which
she was tired, long before return to hel
city home, and in. the gaiety Of the coming
winter forget him!
She was sitting in her room alone wher
she made this wise resolution and took the
surest way Of keeping it, by going down in
to the pnrlor where he was sitting at tn,
piano, playing and singing. She stole in Sc
silently that he did not notice her-and sit
ting down upon low rocking chair beside
the centre.table, leaned her head upon hei
hand, and listened. But while her eur drank
in the plaintive tones of his exquisite voice
her eyes were bent steadily upon the form
she could see no more-upon the handsome
naughty head with its wealth of bright
brown eyes shining with a splendid light
the white and symmetrical hand that laid
upon the key. One sad thought followed
another, and forgetting that she was moi
alone, she sighed audibly.
He started at the sound, and turned away
from the instrument. Marion, blushed and
faint color stole over his white forehead.
"You, Miss Cliffer he said at last, 'why
should you, of all others, be sad!"
at was the sound that made me so."
She rose, ,and standing by the window,pul-
ed Michigan rose from the vines that shaded
it, twirled it for a moment in her hand and
stood irresoute whether to 60 or to etay.--
A sudden tho ught struck her, without
another look towards him, she was gone.--
And the next morning, while she slipped her
coffee, the petted belle announced her early
departure for her city home.
1t was the last morning of her stay land she
equipped for travelling, was seated at the
piano when Clinton entered to summon her
to the breakfast table.
"Miss Cliffe," he said, coldly, 81 may not
see you at breakfast. l have already taken
that meal and am about tp sart on hunting
expedition. So will say good-b bye now."
Goodbye, Mr.. Clinton" she answered
calmly, 81 trust you will have a pleasant day.
He took the cool, steady hand she offered,
in one hot and trembling. ...
"And is this all-Marion- Miss Cliife!"
"What more can I say" she asked with a
quiet smile. g.
"Nothing! nothing! Goodbye Marion, and
may God bless YOU"
She sprang back into the purlor, flung her.
self into chair by the table, leaned her
head upon her folded arms, and wept silently
and bitterly.
Some one sprang through the window from
the piazza and knelt beside her--a strong arm
stole around her waist and dear voice
spoke her name. She looked up, and there
before her knelt Godfrey. Tears in his
eyes, and in his hand he held the Michigan
roseshe had cast away the night before.
'Marion, | love you. Do you love me!'
he asked eagerly.
She laid her hand in his, the next moment
she was drawn closely to his heart, and their
lips met in a long, long--a kiss Of youth
and love! The wager was won, but she had
won it by losing her own heart