Butte record., 1856-03-29

81 know it."
She was gone before l had time to
prevent her, or to recover from my sur
prise.
The next day returned to the col
lege expecting to complete my studies
in another year. A year! how long a
time to be absent from the beloved be-
ing who was to me, | felt, henceforth
and forever, whether she returned my
love Or not, the nucleus round which
my thoughts would reyolve. need
not say how often her strange and un-
satisfactory answer tormented me. |
perceived in her repetition Of the same
words her remembrance of the time
she had used them before, and this
then was the just punishment for my
offence. | tortured myself by bring
ing it again to memory. ''The deuce
you do!' thought [, sometimes, |
would had possessed the wit to have
left you a little more uncertain.
often wonder that | was able to
study at all at the time, for Grace,
graceful Grace was never absent from
my thoughts; she had become the
dream Of my life, the object of all the
love sonnets which till now had been
scattered on various rival beauties. |
did study, however, and study hard,
and at the END Of the term passed ex-
animation with high honors, much to
my dear mothers pride and Joy.
| determined to be wiser when saw
her again-to discover beyond a doubt
if | were beloved, before | committed
myself, as l had done, by foolish
speeches.
In order to crafty myself on this
point and perhaps also to crafty a
little pique, when | returned home l
did not 60 Immediately to see Grace,
as my feelings dictated, but waited
I'll. at my mothers summons, she spent
an evening with us. Even then, tho
my heart was full of tenderness for
her, l affected coldness. I had made
up my mind to play part, and suffer
as might, l would act it out. There
was a young lady staying with my
mother at this time who dearly loved
to hirt; | was quite ready at this time
to contribute to her amusement. [ de
voted myself to her the whole evening,
and felt the sweetest pain ever expe-
rienccd, when | saw, by Gracc's dear
changing sensitive face, that she was
deeply panied and wounded.
When this foolery was carried to the
height, | perceived Grace suddenly rise
and step through the open window out
on the piazza. In q few minutes | fol-
lowed her; she had retired to little
distance from the window and stood
with her head leaning against the rail
ing, weeping. Stealing softly behind
her, passed my arm around her, and
whispered.
"Ah dearest Grace, do not deny it!
You love met"
There was a little pause-then
laughing, yet still half crying, Grace
turned aside her head,
Alas | KNOW IT"
A better story than the following,
which comes from North Carolina, we
have not found in many a month.
About thirty miles above n. c.
lived three fellows, named respectively
Barham, Stone and Crap, on the banks
of the North East River. They came
down to Wilmington in small row
boat, and made fast to the wharf. =
They had time of it in the city, but
for fear they would be dry before get
ting home, they procured jug Of
whiskey, and after dark, of black
night too, they embarked in their boat,
expecting to reach home in the morn
ing. They rowed away with all the
energy that three half tipsy fellows
could muster, keeping up their spirits
in the darkness by pouring the spirits
down. At break of day they thought
that they must be near home, and see
ing through the dim gray of the morn
ing house on the river side, Stone
said:
''Well Barham, we've got to your
place at last"
IF this is my house, said Barham,
somebody has been putting up a lot
of outhouses since | went away yes
terday; but | will 90 ashore and look
about, and see where We are, if you'll
hold her too
Barham disembarks, takes observa-
tion, and soon comes stumbling along
back, and says:
Well, III be whipped if We amt
at Wilmington here yet; and what IS
more, the boat has been hitched to the
wharf all night'
Itwas fact, and the drunken dogs
had been rowing away for dear life
without knowingit.
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