True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1856-06-04
q, Raglan, Editor and Proprietor.

sometimes you may find Elsie little i'm
patient, or selfwiIed. 1 don'tlik to say
ii, for her hearts always in the right
place, only you know how quick and i'm
pulsiye she is, and she don't bear contra
dicIion. for | s'pose she's spoiled child
Who's spoild chiId!' asked voice
so sweet it would have thrilled your heart
like sudden outbreak of harp-music, and
the graceful figure of the grl-bride sprang
into the room.
Rubens ought to have seen her at that
moment. With her blue, sparkling eyes,
the half blush gathering into her soft
cheeks, and the arch smile breaking over
her lips, as morning sunshine breaks into
the heart of mountain roses, she was Just
the vision of outward, joyous earth,love-
illness that his soul would have delighted
in. Her white hat with its loopings of
lace and ribbon, and her rich travelling
dress, harmonized with the rare, English
creaminess of her complexion, and alto
gelher she looked to the loving eyes that
now resIed on her, so bright, and spark
ling and happy, that they forgot every
thing but her beauty.
'Grandma's been saying bad things
about me- said the bride, with a pretty
poul, that any young husban dwould have
thought worth dozen kisses. Now,
Alden, don't you let her frighien you one
bit, for I'm going to be just the most low
ing, obedient little wife in the world, and
never do thing you say | mustn't, as
long as | live
i shan't say 'musn't' very often, dar-
ling answered the young husband, stro-
king the curls that fell out of the little
hat. But come, Elsie, we shan't be in
time for the cars. Say good bye to your
grandmother, quick
I'lI be good girl, indeed will whs-
pered the trembling lips, as they drew up
to the grandmolher's and the smiling
face was dim with tears.
'God bless you, Elsie, my chiId9
And her husband hurried her away.
Elsie Raymond's future must tell the
story of her past. Both her parents lay
under the spring grass before she learned
TO know them, and so she went to her
grandmother's heart and home. There
only sunshine lay over he, life
The tender, indulgent grandmother forgot
there must come an hour when the clouds
would rise, and the great life storms de.
scend upon the flower that grew up in
such beauty at her learthstone.
Elsie lad one of those fine, rich impul-
sive natures, that especially require judi
cious training. This she had never re
ceived from her grandmother, and the un'
der-rurrent of sel(-will and pride in her
nature had gained depth and force, which
in her early girhood, only revealed them
selves in her impa,ience of mild reproof
or contradiction.
But usually she was so loving, so gen.
tie, so transparent-and as said, her lu
ture must tell her past.
Two years had gone swiftly, happily
by. Mr.. and MIS-. Raymond sat at theil
breakfast table that morning. The room
with its appliances of taste and luxury
was one of those rare home-gems, tha
only an artist can appreciate.
But the little wife, behind the silver
coffee urn, in her fawn colored morning
gown, with its lassels of blue silk, was,
after all, the crownlng beauty of The swee,
hOme-scene.
alden, said Mrs. Raymond, as she
passed his second cup of coffee, won
You just put down that paper, and listen
to me moment. You know that party
you promised me, almost year ago.
Well I've decided to have it next week.
It's Just the season for it now, and well
make grand effort to have it pass of
WE'LL
If Mrs. Raymond had at that moment
looked narrowly at her husbands face
she would have seen it grow pale at the
mention Of the party.
I'm sorry, Elsie he commenced, NOV
ing restlessly on his chair.
Now don't, interrupted the little wifi
quickly, don't, Alden, say one wort
against the party, for I've quite set my
heart ON having ii. told the Campbells
and the Wildmans about it, more thai
two weeks ago, SO l should die will
shame to postpone it,