The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1856-12-24

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a. Myrtle had no refuge except in t
le case of drawings Any remark .of he
lie about the picture only called forth cor
e, pliments which it was saucy of him
of pay in that manner. Still, she was q
ID very deeply offended at his audacit
s. She admired his drawings, many of the
D, done carefully in qwater-colors, vel
;, much, and saw that the glow of real G
d MUS fad touched his pencil, and grace
i even his most careless sketches. assb
Where there is sympathy in tastes,
does not take long before interest, an
. friendship are felt, Talking enthusiast
+ tically about the various places remark
able for beauty in the neighborhoot
] Myrtle found herself tying on her ha
to introduce her new acquaintance to
6avorite haunt of hers. which he had no
vet discovered. And, if John Jone
could hardly appreciate the beauty 9
the spot, as pointed out to him by tn
excited young creature before him, 70
thinking of the clustering glory of he
/ hair, the faultless loycliness of her fea
lures, and the expression Of infinite IN.
nocencs lighted with brillfsncy of sou
which rendered them doubly attractive
it must likewise be confessed that Myr-
]otle caught herself at many. a stolen
glance at the face Of the high.spirited,
interesting boy. .gaaT ~. ,.,. =
Boyl Myrtle would have resented
the term almost as quickly as ne. New
'ertheless, as he was not quite twenty -one,
he would have had to submit to it.
'.A handsomer couple were never seen
nowhere" muttered his aunt to herself,
as she watched them coming slowly back
to the house, conversing with animated
looks and sympathetic smiles. "They
take to each other nightly too, I can
see. I reckon John will fall in love
with her. Sakes, what match it would
be two such good d-lookin' picterin' peo-
pie: it would be like story book.''
ig She kept her thoughts to herself very
wisely, filing Myrtle's pockets and
satchel with some cake she had baked
on purpose for her while she was out
walking. ssl;a =
Myrtle, too, was she anything but
schoolgirl, as she returned along the
road towards the seminary, feasting up
on bits of cake for which she had doub-
lie appetite, since she never got any ex-
cept when she went odt visiting The
satchel made her look very much like
"bread- and butter miss ; +" but some
thing decpened in her eye aud flushed
upon her cheek which spoke not alto
gether.of school books or bonbons.
Myrtle never breathed a. word of her
adventure to any of her companions, who
would have gone half wild with roman
tic sentiment to hear of it. She told
Mrs. Dennison that she had had very
pleasant day, and showed her the sketch
she, had made for her father. ef,;a
The lady praised it very highly, and
felt an emotion of pride in the success
of her pupil, knowing that such proof Of
her talent would delight Mr.. Fielding,
and that part of his approval would Of
course fall upon her. % ss.sa.,e gas
!, Mrs. Dennison was a widow of about
Mr. Fielding's age; and it would not be
unparalleled if some hopes of an endear-
ing relationship to Myrtle had induced
portion of the extreme kindness she
showed her.
% The next Saturday, Myrtle went again
to " her home" and every Saturday
henceforth for weeks. This was always
her custom in feasible weather; and
Mrs. Dennison must never be blamed
for not knowing the danger to heart and
happiness her favorite pupil was incur
ring. Could she baye dreamed that the
people at the cabin had a nephew? or,
if she had dreamed it, that her fastidi-
Gus scholar could have beer. pleased with
an unknown John Jones or that the
said John was an artist, and very hand
some, polite, and fascinating boy? or
that, if such person should be in exis-
tence, and stopping with the people men
toned, that Myrtle would not at once
avoid the place as she would poison?
A golden mist hung over Myrtle's
studies, obscuring their meaning in a
haze of splendor. Perhaps the reason
of her great and startling happiness, her
unwonted moods of reverie, her constant |
thrilling anticipations, was that she was
soon to see her father. This did indeed |
take up large portion of her thoughts;
and she looked forward to the meeting
with the intensity of q four years old
anticipation. ) sai 's aa.o5 !,
One Saturday she was no longer left
to doubt the full meaning of her late
In the bower beneath the
elm, in an unexpected moment of impas-
stoned feeling, her boy-lover had sank at
her feet; and she had smiled upon his
avowal. W1
She did not ask if he had position
# he had wealth--if her father would
lpprove-if it was wise-if her lover
vas worthy of herzAif she was doing her