The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1857-10-01

ut isa positive certainty, sir; there can.
not be doubt about It. know he will
lose."
my son is extremely we'll informed on
such matters, sir" observed Mrs. Dobson.
$50 he says. ma'am! so he says! Aud no
fool in other things, take it. / was think.
ing CT saying few words to him and YOU.
ma'am, and may as well do it now. Gals.
60 into the garden and look at the flowers.
till sing out for e 10 come back"
Rather surprised at this singular address.
the young ladies retired; whereupon the
miller drew his chair up in front Of thal oc.
cupied by Mrs. Dobson, placed his hands
upon his knees, and looking her full in the
face, said. Mrs. Dobson, be plain .spo.
ken man."
Had the excellent lady been widow.
she would have looked for a proposal for
her hand; rs she was not, she anticipated
an offer for her sons.
"Ma'am!" said the miller, with sbock;no
slowness and dis,inctness you and be old
You have got a son, and | have got :,
da'arter, both growed up. Your SON acts
as IT he hal a bankeriDg after my da'ar,er;
have one objection to that"
What is that, sir" said the laly.
Hes soger, and don't like sogers.
at all!' eON
The military renown Of the country m us,
be maintained..sir," said Dobson proudly.
MILITARY fiddlestick!" said the miller.
"Who wants to maintain lot of lazy so.
gersi we don't want sogers here, and SO
| tell e. II you want to be a soper. wbv
don't e go 10 Cawbull and fight the All.
ghansl What do e stop here ior; breaking
folks fences, and treading their barley and
clover down?"
Ihis was the last eruption Of a fierce vol.
canic Indignation, which had ragged and
swelled in the breast of the miller ut inter.
walls since that day week, when the Ensign
had made his way through two ouickse,
hedges, and ramped over field Of barley
and one Of clover.
Ills regiment is at present at Noting
ham, sir-he will join it there shortly" said
Mrs. Dobson.
"Wel, then, If he's 10 be soger still, its
no use for him to think of Charlotte, be-
cause | won't let him have her"
"lf my son was 10 marry. lie would retire
from the army"
"Yes, sir, in that case should do So"
said DoLson.
And what business would YOU take tolr
said tue practical miller. What do e
think of the ma,stering business! ! could
iarn C how to buy barley"
The Ensign was about 10 decline Der
emp,oriIy any business whatever, excep,
that of an independent gentleman. but a
warning look from his mother stopped him.
The miller descan,el upon the business Of
making malt and money far some time:
and then, after saying that he would give
his daughter len thousand pounds rs "A mar
rage portion, If She married To please him.
he put the point blank question, how much
would Mr. Dohson give his son to set him
up IN liie! Mrs. Dobson had always talked
10 the miller Of her husbands possessions.
In very magnificent, though somewhat
vague and misty way, and she now evaded
The question. She was much mistaken
though, 1t she conceived that anything but
The most tangible aud conclusive proofs of
The wealth OF Mr.. Dobson would satisfy
Mr.. l'hlI'P Henley; or that he would neglect
TO exact these proofs before the signing and
sealing OF the marriage articles. Nothing
more was said on that occasion, nor was
the matter mentioned 10 Miss Henley
though Miss Dobson threw out sundry
hints, and IarlShed upon her great many
sis'erly careS>es. The news, however. flew
tar aud near upon the lips fall the gossips
III the country side; and the staple of the
tea parties and after church conversations
was the brilliant match about to be conciu
ded between yoang Mr.. Dobson, of London,
aud the rich mliIers daughter.
Weeks passed on, and Tom Thornton
took no notice of the reported wedding.
ierhapS, as the iat trainer had declared, "A
race-horse was quite enough to occupy the
thoughts and attention of any one man.
For any sign he gave there might have
been no such person as the Belle OF Wood
Onrne then III existence in that delightful
hamlet. The young lady, too, 10 all out
ward appearance, had thoroughly Ignored
The existence of the "owner and trainer Of
the thoroughbred racer" Yet Mr.. Tom
Thornton smoked furiously in the porch
nearly every night, and his hearing was
acute whenever the mlller's
gate slammed about the hour of ten: and
Miss Henley was silent, and perhaps dis.
pleased, whenever Dobson pronounced up
On The desperate chances of the forlorn
The merry month OF June
was past and gone, the July sun had linged
with brown the waving wheat fields. the
'oaflng lark rose from his dewy bed and
owered aIoiI, to mark the irstllug Of The
morning gay, and greet the golden beams
oi opening day; then rose the miIlers daugh.
er most beautiful and fair! She put on
Ight morning robe and slippers, threw up
Ter window, drew aside little corner OF
he muslin curtain, and peoped ,imidly out.
What brought her there, at the first tinge
d day, the twilight Of the mornl Was it
he mellow landscape stretching away
through the fair Vale Of Woodbourne, soon
% he painted in all its Ioveiest lights and
leellng shades 10y Natures master hand.
w as 1T the blossoms in her own fair gar
len, brilliant with dew and loaded with