Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1857-03-26

Savings - Was JuulOF clerk III d mouse at
that day with one hundred and twenty.
pounds a year, with as much chance of be-.
coming partner as you, my poor brieAes4
George, have Of sitting on the woolsackss
From the top of-Tremadyn House can7
point you out the farm house where /
led, and will some day take you to see IS
mighty homestead, with huge portico Of.
stone, and flights Of stone steps leading to-
the upper chambers from without On0l6s5
side was the farm yard filled with swine and
poultry, with open stalls for cattle, and enor-
nous barns, not so we'll kept or SO neat,
perhaps as the present day requires, but a.
perfect picture of plenty on the other stood
the cider presses, and beyond, the apple or
chards, white with promise, red with fruit, !
made the air faint with fragrance; half orch
ard was the garden, too, in fruit, through
which, beneath rustic bridge, my trout
stream wandered. Charlotte, you know the
place-have not painted it p
s'You have, Robert, she said. The tearsl
were in her eyes, ready to fall, saw
There, then met Katie. The good mani
of the house was childless, and she his cousin
was well cared for as his own child Itwasl
no wonder, George; the dark oak parlorl
seemed to need no light when she shone in 1t.
Like sunbeam gliding over common places,
whatever household matters busted her she
graced. Some sweet art, seemed to lie in /
her, superior to mere neatness, as high
heartedness excelled pride. [ put on sal
mon flies to catch trout. [ often fshed
without any hook at all. [ strove to image
her fair face in the clear waters, by the side
of that hapless similitude Of myself-tlae re-
fex of folorn youth in his first love. 81
did my best at hay making to please her. Il
took eternal lessons in the art Of making
Devon cheese. [ got at last so far as to
kiss her hand. [ drew little, and she sat
to me for her portrait. We sailed out az
mushrooming and getting wild flowers. and
on our way sang pleasant songs together, |
and interchanged our little stories of read
ing. On the eve before my long put off del
parture we were thus roaming; we had to
cross a thousand stiles-the choicest bless
ing of this country / used to think - -
a1ad osaee instead Of f offering my hand =,
her over, | held out both arms, and upon {
my life. George, the dear girl jumped right
into them; and that was how got to kiss
her cheek"
s'What shocking stories you are telling,
Robert" said Mrs. Chetwood, and certain
ly she was, then blushing under her lace cap
to her white hair.
'.Well, my dear, nobody was there ex-
cept Kate and myself, and think know
what happened, at least as you do;-so, .
he continued. s'after one more visit to the
farm house, Kate and [ were married, she
gave up all her healthy ways and country
pleasures to come and live with me in the
busy town; studious Of others happiness,
careful for others pain at all times forget
full of herself active and dilligent, she had
ever leisure for pleasant word or kind ac-
ton; and for beauty, no maid or wife in the
world was fit, believe, to compare with
her; to you George, who knew and loved
our dearest Gertrude, need not describe
her mother. She was not long with me,
but it soon seemed as if it must have cost my
life to have parted with her; yet the girlish
glory faded and the sparkling spirited, and
the day has been forgiven, though forgot
ten never, which took my darling Katie
from my side.''
The old man paused little. Mrs Chet-
wood kissed him softly upon the check.
"My second wife, he resumed, sswas
not SO young, and certainly had not the out
ward graces Of my first. She was beauti-
full, too, in the flower as Kate was in the
bud her face had not the vivacity, nor her
eyes the dancing light of Katie's, but there
sat such serenity upon lovely landscape
when the sun is near It's setting-a look
which no man ever tires; Mary bore me.
children, and then, much as [ loved the
sapling, it seemed to me the full fruit was
dearer yet. She was no country girl from
the Devon Dales, but town lady bred 4
had great house by that time, with all
things fitting about me, and my sphere was
hers. The pearls suited her pleasant brow,
and crowned her still raven tresses as be-
Icomingly as the sin gle rose in her hair had
adorned simple Kate. [ think. if [ may
say so without ingratitude for my present
great happiness, and with the leave of my
dear Charlotte, that the happiest hours Of
my life were spent during the days when
our two children's voices rang cheerily over
the house, and some little scheme of plea
sure for them was my every day desire and
Mary's. Even at the terrible time when
boy and girl were being taken from us at
once. never did that patient mother seem
more dear to me; for when the hush Of
sickness stole upon us at first, to the day
when that white procession left our doors,
what healing spirit was she !! When we
thought the thickly folded veil of sorrow had
fallen over us forever, how tenderly she put
it aside!
cit must needs have happened, that my
speech has here been melancholy, but in
deed, should not speak of Mary SO. She
was the blythest, cheerfullest, most comfor-
table middle aged wife that ever man had