M'arthur Democrat. (McArthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1853-1865, 1856-04-10

girl in the family, but not a whit
more meanly of her for having re-
vealed herselfin that capacity. And
his perplexity was somewhat increas.
ed as he sat down on his bedside in
the chamber, to which he was shown
by his host, and said to himself
Which of the threeP
In the morning, after a nights
sound sleep-for he was not sufficient
ly in love to keep him awske-he en-.
tered the breakfast.room and was soon
Joined, by the tqo young ladies who
| had first welcomed him. Sarah was
not visible; but when they sat down
at the table, and Jane had poured the
coffee, Sarah came smiling in behind
clean white apron, and, with o
steaming pile of hot buckwheat cakes
in her hand, which, from the hue Of
her cheeks, she had just been baking.
If there was blush on her cheek, any
eye might see it was forced there by
the fire, and not by any sense Of de-
gradation, on account ofthe Office she
so gracefully filled. She greeted the
guest with a welcome smile, deposit
ed her load of edibles, and returned to
the kitchen, whence she tripped again
in a few moments, with another plate
Of cakes, most beautifully baked by her
own skill. Horace ate q large guam
tity ofthem, moro than enough mere
ly to satisfy hunger, because Of the
beautiful little hands that made them.
And then he wandered over the farm
with the old man, and prated of hor.
ses, and COWS, and crops, as though
he knew something about them, as
we'll as broadclothes and calicoes. -
Atdinner time Jane and Charlotte
were in the parlor waiting for him,
and Sarah, as usual, was bustli ng
about the kitchen. 1 do wish,' said
he, soto voce, 'that one of those girls
would take Sarah's place in the kitch.
en- a little while, that might find out
some oftheir housekeeping qualities,
and that / might have q little more
chat with her. g r E.
But he waited for such a change in
vain, though he found some opportu-
mites ofcOnverse, and discovered all
he wished to know just then, about
her mental qualifications and acquire
ments; and, OF the close of the fourth
day, just before he got into bed, he
slapped the white counterpane en-
| phatically, and said to it--as there
was nobody in the room, l suppose
he must have spoken to the counter
pane or the bed post-She's the wife
for me-
The next day, was the outer limit
ofhis visit; and, as he stood at the
window after breakfast, he saw Sarah,
with that witching, white apron, trip
out into the orchard, to shake down
some apples, for it was baking-day,
and pies were to be made. Horace
strolled out after her, and shook the
tree, and helped to pick up the apples
and carried the basket, as they return
ed slowly to the house. What it wa
he whispered in her ear, she neve
! told, but she seemed not displeased
though evidently surprised, and lit
; tic frightened.
A year after, Horace was at the
house of his old friend again, and thiS
time, Sarah was not so much in The
kitchen. There were great prepara
tions for a wedding to go forward
and, in q few days, Sarah became
Mrs. Horace Haskins; and now, ir
a splendid Boston mansion, she fully
Iiustifes the wisdom ol her dear hus
bands choice, by being to him a mos
excellent wife, and superlative house
keeper. -Go,caras Real Estate Reg
lister. .E H.. r a