Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1857-09-03

, Iuiy Oul WIN Ine utClsiOn sLe GULL eAtI
: else at will, said, waving her hand to Tom
Go on; we'll follow and enjoy the eve
= ming air. Mr. Frederick and myself ar
b. debating very interesting toPic-one whicl
: viii entertain US on the way. | am SURF
he will torego the ride, ard consen, to &C
company me-" with an inquiring look.
: don't know what or how replied, bu
. muttered something about Tenn, whe woult
! prefer to walk. perhaps, and | could drive
the carriage home. Tom, however. thought
it best to conform to Adele's suggestion
and to my surprise, and my inexpressble
delight, | saw the carriage presently moving
of homeward, and myself alone with Adela
can not tell what expression was in my
! face as turned TO look moment upon
hers, but hers was radiant with beauty
The archness which it seemed to have in
voluntarily assumed as she disposed Of Tou
and the carriage WIS utterly gone, and
superseded by a sufused tenderness which
perVaded every feature. Her eyes were
brim ming with moisture, and tide of Grim
son flushed for a moment her cheek and
brow, and then gently receded, as tito hide
within the betrayal of some secret emotion.
| felt that there had been an instant self
accusation, and in that instant cherished
10 my heart the first deve loped hope, and
nurtured the first aspiration of my delirious
love.
Our subject was resumed, but how | have
forgotten. | know that the theme some
! bo,r L; LII ,-, lrrln ha tpr
the hearts, the lips that feasted on 1t. l
know that it was full two hours before we
reached home; and | know that, under a
spreading apple-tree in the orchard, which
we chose to cross in our way TO the house,
our discussion ended in a heart-warm, ten
! der, mutual embrace. There was futter
of her white dress in the moonlight, and
she disappeared by side-door, which ad-
mitted her, unperceived, to her own apart
ment.
| stood fascinated. The dew Of her lip
was yet upon my own, when l heard the
voice of my brother Tom. | dared not an
swer for | felt an audible voice whispering
mis- shievously about my heart, There, 60
tell your brother Tom of thatn
He approached me
| what moon-struck, Fred!' He never
suspected, poor fellow! where's Adelar
| replied that she had gone into the
house as soon as we returned.
'Oh, you have been back some time, then!
wondered what had become OF you
did not answer.
Fred said Tom, passing his arm through
mine, Il have concluded to propose to Adela
tomorrow. ] don't know. but am half
inclined to .hink that Gus intends to DO so
very shortly, | must be beforehand with
him.. To tell you the truth. have several
times determined to DO SO; but though, as
you see, she loves me to distraction, yet
there is IA sort of something which re-
pels me whenever approach the matter.
Oh! wha, wretch was to walk by his
side calm as the evening around US, and
happy as prince. Indeed, | would have
exchanged the rare and treasured Joy Of my
heart for no principality in Christendom.
1t was noon on the following day, as
sat in the library, that Tom entered hastily.
and threw his hat into one chair, his body
i!AlO dHGLHGI. anu .liS FctCAL ltdlhtiS, " ilh
his heels in them, into third. Thrusting
his hands through his luxuriant hair he
turned upon me.
Fred, bv all the (saints he should
have said) 'she has rejected meme, Fred,
ME!'
Il looked up, and, like Oliver Twist,
supp ,se my look must have asked for more.
Its all fam, ] am sure. pressed her
for an ebjecli ion-a single objection; my
person, habits, condition, eXpectations-all
right there, my boy. She hned, as | un-
derstood her-thCugh it was very delicately
done-that her heart as not entirely at
her own disposal [ might almost have in
ferred from what she said that she loved
another; but l don't bele9 anything of
that sort, you know, Fred
Has she ever given you reason to believe
that she entertained any other sentiment
than that of friendship toward your ! asked.
Never till to-day, Fred
'To-day!' said, little nervorsly.
sYes, to-day. I'll explain. l saw her
enter the drawing-room this morning. and
followed her there in minute or two. You
know there are a dozen of our family da-
guerreotyPes lying upon the table. | saw
her take up mine, gaze upon it moment
with tenderness, press it TO her lips, and
conceal it in her bosom. This | saw by the
mirror opposite the door, as paused i mo-
ment before entered. II was more than
enough to encourage me to seize the Oppor-
tunity as had designed, declare my love,
and propose for her hand. The sequel YOU
have already. She actually rejected me,
yet walked off with Tom Wells in her bo-
som! What do you think of that, my boy!
Are not these women the very
Stop moment, Tom,' said |. did not
like the Proclamation, and arrested the word
'Are you quite sure it was your miniature,
Tom!' | asked. The philosophy of love
may explain the fact--I can not--but had
somehow lost portion Of my reverence for
Toms rresstibiIi!y, and in the cause in
which ! was now embarked was brave as
Julius Caesar.
'Why, whose coul1 it be, if not miner
Tom asked, with The most generous conf
dence. Gus has never had the impudence
had my suspicious when Adela hintcd what
she did. II that's the case, Gus Webster
or Tom Wells-one or the other
I We had instinctivey moved toward the
drawing-room and Tom had already caught
up one of the daguerreotypes. His and
mine had been done at the same, bv the
same artist, and the cases were precisely
!
his hand, and there was the elegant 'coun-
,crfct prcsentment of--my brothcr Tom! .
That's strange said Tom. Here's ia
ther-she hasn't carried him of; and here's
mother and sister. Why, Fred, where is
yoursp
Mine said |, twas here this morning.
But the fact is, in my discussion with Adela
last night, | made suggestion to her. and
she was to signify her concurrence with it