Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1856-10-02
PASTORS ELECT.

it's such nice evening for this, too
1t is so great a luxury to be all alon,
with You, that the rain sounds reallymus
ical as it drops against the panes.' Sh,
had pushed a low ottoman to his feet
and throwing herself on this, lifted hel
sweet face, set in its frame work of brown
soft hair, to her brothers Ib-
$50 you have at last caught me, ant
intend turning my confessor- you
little sis?' smilingly responded theyoune
clergyman, as he turned his ewes from
the anthracite blaze, where they ha6
been dreamily fastened for the last hal
hour, and a beautiful, almost dreamy
tenderness seemed to drift into them a,
they rested on his sister
yes. To think you are really engag
ed, Weldon! What would your good
Pensioners say, if they knew it, partic
ularly the younger portion of them?
am somewhat apprehensive their daily
requests of boquets and fruits would
be sensibly diminished. But about the
lady-is she beautiful, Weldon?'
"A woman's first queryn and again
that rich smile went like sunlight over
the grave but handsome features of the
young pastor. i am not certain, Hat
tie, whether an artist would think hel
so. Her features are not entirely regu
lar, and her cheeks less rosy than YOU
own; but the emotions of her deep, gen.
tie loving nature look out of her dark
blue eyes, and there is a sweet heart
chirography in the smiles that sparkle
at times over her small and rather pen
sive mouth aI.t p jloi
You are drawing a charming Raph-
ael picture, brother mine. She is young
of course?' ai. Hu J5'i III
Hardly twenty-one.' a.'a ~,
'And-no, | need not ask if her mind
is well cultivated, for | know your opin-
ions respecting women too well to
doubt this. But is she intellectual-in
short, a book-worm?'
well, something of one The forma-
ton of her head indicates a superior
mental organization, but all the facult-
les are well balanced
'And-let me see-is she wealthy?'
Only in the possession of those great
jewels which are above all price, So.
But her parents-who are they?'
Il never saw but one member of it.
and he was a beggdr.'
weldon! The little fingers that had
been playfully braiding themselves with
those Of the young mans, were sudden
~ withdrawn, the quick blood flashed
into the questioner's checks, and a look
of mingled establishment and displeas
ure filed her brown eyes as she ejacu-
lated, Weldon, you are not in earnest?
Yes, | am Hattie. YouknowIwould
not jest on such subject
But you took me so greatly by sur
prise. And-and.' The little red lips
trembled for Il moment, and then the
tears brimmed over the lashes, and Jour.
neyed down the cheeks.
And | troubled you too, Hattie?' in.
teTogated the young man, as he leaned
forward, and carcssingly smoothed down
the bright hair of his sister.
Don't look SO sorrowful, darling, as
though some great evil hadchanged me
but listen to what shall tell you, and
then see if your own true and noble
heart, unbiased by social distinction,
and prejudices, does not commend my
election. VIII you do this, Hattie, i
not for my sake, for his who said tha
the poor and the rich were alike in his
sight?'
Sweet Hattie Marshall! Heroine grear
foible was her pride for her handsome
noble-hearted brother; it was hardly ;
weakness, for he was all that God haC
left her Of the household over whom the
spring daisies had long spread theirgold
en- covering; and for moment she haC
looked with the worlds eyes upon his
bretrothal to the sister of mendicant
But her brothers. words had silencc(
the pridc-whispers in her heart, for Hat
tie Marshall had learned of Him whC
was meek and lowly in spirit.
i will do as you ask, Weldon. For
give me if | have done wrong shewhis
pered, drawing up closer to her brotheI
and laying her head in its old resting
place against his heart; for very tender
ly the brother and sister loved each 9th
er ......-.
Weldon Marshall drew his arm around
his sisters waist, and then, when the rain
mOaned, the wind muttered around the
windows, and the anthracite fire mingled
its rudy glow with the silver astra
lightand tilledthep parsonage itting-roon
with a dreamy crimson light, he told ;
story Of the past, and his eyes grew
darker, his low, earnest tones full o
pathetic eloQuence as he told it,
1t Is eight years next month, Hattie
and l was in New York, engaged in my
collegiate studies. You see it was three
years after our mothers death, and voI
were at that time with uncle Hayard at
tending school.
-Itwas acoid, wild, disagreeablcniph
and remember standing at the window
of my snug sanctum, and looking on
ruefully into the darkness, ferI had mad,
an engagement to meet several of my fel
low students that evening in a distan
portion ofthe city.
Dear me. how the wind blowsr l so
ioquized, with very feminine shrug o
the shoulders, as | drew the curtains
closer. I've half mind to throw my
self on the lounge, which looks so provo
kingly comfortable this evening, and mo-
attempt to encounter with the elements
rtsabsurd an think they'nexpectme sucl
anight as this. In short, l won't tempt
an influenza by showing my face outsid,
the door, was the conclusion of my mon
ologue.
Il remember that | wheeledup the sof;
in comfortable proximity with the fire
located the lampso thatthe raysfeilsoftly
upon the volume intended to commune
with, and l had settled myself for long
quiet winters evening.
But it would not do. Ny eyes wan
dered listlessly along the pages: they
could not enoare my attention. A STRANGE