Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1856-10-31

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I It twas just after sunrise on the. follow
ling morning, that Emily, Saunders, stood
before the looking glass, in her small yei
neat little chamber, completing her toilet
for the picnic. Her dress was virgin
white, and she was placing in her bosom
a moss rose bud, the morning gift of her
partner for the day, who was sitting be-
low. A blush was on her cheek, for it
was the first token she had received from
the gentleman in question. and the mod
est girl, who had never yet acknowledged
to herself the preference she felt for him,
was in futter of surprise and pleasure.
Her Imagination compelled her to remain
longer before the glass than she had in>
tended but having finally composed her
spirits, she tripped lightly down.
All that Frank had said the day before
to her favor, was more than borne out by
the truth. Her father had been mer-
chant and considered rich but the dis
soon after he died of broken heart. The
mother was not long in following. In this
crisis Emily showed what heroic woman
could do. She resolved to support, by her
own exertions, her little brother and her
self; and in this, though some cousins,
her nearest relations, offered her a'home,
she knew the tender had been grudging-
ly made, and her spirit was too high to
accept unwilling charity. According
ly, having heard that the school of
Chestnut village was vacant she applied
for the situation, received it, and removed
from the city.
Though most of the friends, moved by
narrow prejudices, deserted her, there
was one who did not. This, strange to
say, was gentleman. He had known
her when she was courted heircss, and
when he, comparative stranger in :he
city, where he was pursuing his studies.
had been guest courteously welcomed
at her fathers house. He was now a sue
cessful physician, the idol of every circle
in which he moved, but he had not forgot
his old acquaintance. In fact, the digni-
ty and courage with which she met mis-.
fortune, exalted her before she left the
city, and as an old friend, solicited the
pleasure of occasionally writing to her
a request she could not or did not refuse
In reality, though there was nothing Of
love in these letters, they soon became in
finitely dear to Emily's heart. The nos
BILE frankness with which her fathers old
acquaintance stood by her, touched her
inexpressibly and before she even sus-
pected danger, she was deeply in love-
The idea of his marrying her was dis
missed at once, when she came to disco
yer her weakness.
But within few days her heart had
boon filled with strange hopes. Her COR
respondent had como down to Chestnut
village on visit, had called on her, and
had given her an invitation to the picnic
projected for the LIST of juno. And now
on this morning, he had brought moss
rose bud, fresh with dew, and sent it up
to her while he waited below. He was,
she knew, too sincere to deceive her, and
surely he was aware of the meaning Of
the sweet token. What wonder that she
blushed and was embarrassed, when, on
entering the little parlor, her visitor rose
with smile. which was succeeded by a
grateful glance from his fine eyes. as he
saw the appropriation she had made Of
his gift.
He came forward with an enthusiasm
unusual to him, and taking both hands in
his, said
You look like an angel, Emily
He had never spoken in this way be-
fore ; and Emily, confused and agitated
as he was, stole a glance at his face, to
see il he could be in earnest There was
no doubling the meaning of that look
Love, devoted love, shone out of those
fine eyes. from the very soul OF the spea-
ker.
Yes. he continued. stealing his right
arm around that slender waist, while
Emily, trembling with happiness and sur
prise, was fsin to lean on him for support,
yes, dearest, you look like an angel, and
are one, and if you can stoop from your
height TO love one SO little worthy of it as
l, what bliss will be mine. have loved
you almost since began to write 70 you,
but would not on your generous permis-
sion to correspond, reveal my sentiments.
l had asked TO write to you simply as a
friend ; and to have written as a lover
would have been breach of implied pro-
misc. So, as could not endure suspense
any longer-as every letter l received
from you exhibited more of your rare
qualities of head and heart, come down
to know my fate. You are silent. Am l
then to despair 2
leaned on him for support. she bad. re-
covering her strength as he proceeded,
and raising her head from his last words,
even glided from his embrace. But the
tone Of deep sadness with which he con:
cluded removed her to pity. She laid
her hand on his arm, andslooking up and
smiling into his face, said
Frank 2
| 1t was enough. Frank Howell. for ii
was he, as the reader has perhaps suspec,
ted all along. saw sufficient in those eyes
and in that smile, to assure him that he