Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1856-04-10
PLYMOUTH, IND, APRIL 10, 1856

she was just as determined, and that even
a knowledge of her own heart would never
serve to effect change of resolution in that
stern woman. have used the expression
stern woman, for though exceedingly beau
tiful, and young almost to girlhood, yet
she had all the dignity and severity of full
grown and experienced womanhood. 1t was
the popularity of her nature which distin-
guished her from all others and none knew
1t better than he.
She was the daughter of an old soldier,
and was educated to old ideas and old ways.
Born of a wealthy and honored family, she
was the admiration of the country, but she
was mott the admiration 6f the young men
in the country. She was too cold, too far
above them, too distant, and unapproacha-
blc. She never mingled in their merry
makings, never danced at their balls, seldom
Joined their winter assemblies. She lived
constantly with her father, surrounded by
books and music, in the old house among
the pines, taking her daily ride on horse
back, accompanied by an old servant when
Philip Winslow was at college, or by Phil
ip when he was at home, and seeing only
so much company as formality required.
She was one who, while living in busy,
active world, was actually a denizen of an
other life, and was no more one of us than
the inhabitant of star might be supposed
to be.
She was strange. person altogether, and
yet very lovely. Her soul was full of fresh
outgushing feelings that she did not seek to
restrain. Had you seen her in company,
in her own drawingroom receiving her
guests at the hour of morning calls, or in
the evening among the gay, most splendidly
attired, sweeping through the crowd with
all the majesty ola queen, you would have
said she was cold, naughty beauty, the
creature of fashion and society, the automa-
ton of the stiifest rules of social life. But
had YOU seen her by the fire of the library
in the old place, when Philip Winslow sat
by her side and her father dozed in his large
chair, with his claret bottle close to his hand
you would have called her the impersona-
ton of mirth and loveliness, of ease and
gentle beauty.
But she dismissed Philip Winslow. And
why?
Sic said it was because she did not love
! him.
He said it was because she did not
know herself 1t happened on this WISE
There was dinner party at the old place,
known to the country, from the grove in
which the house stood, as The Pines =
The Colonel's dinner invitations were by no
means to be declined. He did, it is true,
invite a large majority of bachelors, and
there was danger of a serious headache the
next morning to any one who did not follow
Mary very early from the dining room; but
the Colonels enisine was perfect and his
cellar had warm spots to pen the Lafitte,
and cool spots to make the Chambertin de-
licious, and withal there was always wit,
intelligence and humor at his table; and,
above all, there was beauty at its head,
that men might go across oceans but once to
look at, and be satisfied.
After one of these dinner parties, when
Mary had left very early, and the gentlemen
were at the table still, Philip Winslow fol-
lowed her up the staircase, and when she
was III the drawing room, and before she
had rung for lights, he was at her side and
led her to window, in the deep seat of
which he placed her and took his place at
her side.
Mary, wished to see you tonight before
that crowd of fools comes up
You are complimentary to cur guests
Il hav mt time to talk of that am 90
ing away tomorrow, or the next day, to be
gone one, two or three years. know not
how long. L cannot go without-without
without
Without what, Philip
We have been friends very long, Mary.
Many years
Can we ever be more than friends?'
She looked into his face. 1t was very
dark; but his eyes were fixed on hers She
knew that He was close by her. She felt
his head bend down to hers His cheek
touched her check He had touched it a
thousand times before just so, but she new
er before trembled as she did now. She
was silent; his arm stole slowly around
her, and yet she was silent; he drew her to
his side, he kissed her forehead, her cheek,
her lips, but she did not kiss him or notice
it ALL
She was thinking flood of thought was
pouring through her soul. 1t might have
been one, two, three minutes, or not so
many seconds, while they sat thus, and
then servants step on the stair aroused