Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1856-11-27

store, till they should go by, that might see,
She came into the store and conversed
with her few minutes. ] left, more charm
ed than ever. That afternoon / called to
see her again; and just as l was leaving, she
said something about putting my name in
her journal. When l reached my hotel, l
remembered mine was hard name to spell;
and enclosed my printed card to her with
this pencil note endorsed.
"MRs. B.--As nobody likes 10 be mis-
called, l enclose you my card, that you may
write the name properly; for who likes to
be .MisS-taken! Don't be frightened because
l offer you my name hard as it is.
Respectfully, JONES.
"a pretty little note was returned, in an
swer, written in most beautiful hand.
"That same evening the DR.. and l called
again; and as she said something which l
interpreted into declaration, 1 took a plain
ring from my finger, and was about putting
it on hers when she removed valuable SOL
itaire and handed it to me; thus rings were
exchanged.
"In conversation learned that her annuS
lIcti was not complete, and regretted that
it was not, as thought it was not right to
court woman in less than a year after her
husbands death.
"Beiore we left that night, she sat down
10 the piano and sang that charming air
from Linda: Oh, luc di guest aaiHaa, When
she came to the verse,
Sour faith then fondly plighting
Our destiny writing,
This world heaven shall be'
she looked tenderly at me, and felt happy.
Besides that, she sang several French aud
Italian songs, pronouncing the words very
correctly for an American.
zone | shall ever remember; began thus
-LSolina, porcrina, mia cdrina,-a lively,
graceful air, in triple time.
.'Aiter several other visits, began to
gain her confidence, and she told me the sad
story of her life. | sympathized with her.
and promised 10 tell her my story, fixing
p. NJ, for my story. Punctual TO the moment
she came into the parlor with a smile; was
as serious as parson at a funeral. She
took a seat on the end of the sofa, and drew
up an Elizabeth chair, so that my arm could
rest on the sofa end with hers. After Civ
ing her the fiction Of my life, told her l had
now determined to marry; that l had led an
idle, useless, aimless, selfish life and now
inteded to live for some purpose; should my
future life be devoted to her happiness? As
pressed her right hand, her left was wip-
ing away the tears that filled her eyes, as
thought; but there were TO tears, suspect
ed afterwards. l was so much moved, my
voice was choked and was silent for mo-
ment; at length told her to reflect on what
| had asked her, and to give me an answer
some other time.
THE innocent artessness of the woman
charmed me more and more; she knew no
more of the world q foolishly thought than
girl Just out of convent, and | could
hardly imagine widow SO unsophlstical as
she seemed.
"Innocence is ever simple and credulous,
thought l; conscious of no designs itself, it
suspects none in others; it wears no prOtec-
ting shield, bears No weapons Of defence;
but every door and portal avenue of the
heart is thrown open, and all who choose to,
enter.
"Such an artless, unsuspecting creature
fanced the widow to be. Alas, the best Of
US are liable to mist axes!
"One evening was to see her, three or
four gentlemen were in the room, one ol
them about 20 years of age. What young
gentleman is that?' asked her. 'He need
not come to see me- she said pettishly; 'I
don't Want 10 bring up any children" That
was one of the many keen replies l have
heard her make. She can be sarcastic, when
she tries, that proves. Cruel, cutting obser.
vation l am sure if the young man had
heard it, he would not visit a girl over 10
Tor hall dozen years TO come.
"Her reply next day to my declaration
was fattering to my vanity. She felt that
was so far her superior, she could not thinl
that was in earnest; who knew so much
had seen so much of the world, and so man,
pretty women, love her an artless, littl,
country widow"
81 interrupted her, and begged her not t
talk SO; it was unpleasant to me. Lets tall
no more of it now, but have some music t
divert our thoughts.
"Ah, no. she said, shaking her head pen
sively, i could not sing now: it is no tim
for song; the most plaintive music is mock
cry at such moment
ave parted that evening as lovers wor
to part.
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