The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1857-07-16

''it is real funny, after all, amt it
mother2"
"Well, l thought so, Marian, or
would not have laughed; but what is t,
be done about the picture? l woul,
like to get it, for l do not much likt
the idea of its being in his studio fo
public inspection"
"I don't, either, but he will not par
with it, know; that would not suit hi
purpose. Fred wanted it so much, bu
Mr. Smith looked no. in so decided I
manner, that he silenced even Fred
rattling tongue"
Willwe take an author sprivilege, dear
readers, and give you an Introduction tC
the parties2 In this case it is scarcely
necessary, suffice il to say Marian Ram
sey was seventeen, belle and leauty
and withal a little coquettish: not that
she liked to give pain by rejecting those
who sought her love; but her own heart
had never yet been touched. and she
could not feel for others. The undis-
gulsed admiration of those who sur
rounded her, pleased the little beauty
for while, but she soon wearied of
their fulsome adulation, and found her
self secretly longing for some one whose
conquest would be difficult, and on
whom she might, perhaps, display a
little of her skill. That she soon
found one in the handsome, dignifed,
gentlemanly Mr.. Smith, that her utmost
endeavors had failed to please, I need
not say,-she has herself let us into her
secret nicely.
1t may have been with a desire of re-
venge, or perhaps that she might better
indulge her angry feelings, ,rhich, or
1ohdt actuatcd her, / am unable to say,
but an hour later the same evening,
found Marian under the self.same tree.
meath whose shade the artist had found
the maiden sleeping. The first thing
that arrested her attention on approach
ing it, was a beautiful bouquet, living
on the ground, near the trunk of the
tree, arranged with great taste, and evi-
IDENTIFY fresh from the garden; a slip of
paper was around it, which Marian
eagerly graspcd, and turning white and
red by turns, she read these lines:
The bright eyes were closed, and those soft
tresses shading
Thy beautiful face 'nerth the old chesnut tree,
Oh! pardon, sweet lady, the artist for stealing
lhe an that love gave him, seInbance of
thee!
How did he know I would be here
was the first tangible thought that en-
tered Marian's head, after perusing the
lines, for it was clearly evident that the
writer not only expected, but was GER
thin she would be there; and tears Of
vcxation filled her beautiful eyes, as she
thought, she knew l would be silly
enough to come here tonight, and has
left this, just to let me know that he
understands it all; but he shall never
know that | care a straw for him; I can
be Just as Indifferent and naughty as
he is. I'll make him believe that |
really do dislike him. at length she
exclaimed, rising from her grassy seat.
"What if he refuse to believe so un-
palatable a truth as that would he,
sweet lady, and would prefer holding
his own opinion, if it should be only
a sweet deceit?" said a low, musical
voice beside her, and Marian turning,
saw the veritable Mr. Smith gazing on
her with look that brought the tell
tale bushes to the sweet face, so lately
glowing with anticipated revenge.
Was ever maiden in such a "dis-
tressing predicament" as our Marian?
In vain she invoked her pride, it
melted like frost work before the sun.
meath the magic of a smile few women
could resist In vain she appealed to
her woman's nature for frmness, with
those deep, dark eyes looking right into
her heart. Her only refuge was in, as
she thought, her just indignation, and
silencing with a mighty effort the
pleadings of her heart, she raised her
face to the intruder, and es-
sayed to speak. A few murmured
words, scarcely distinguishable, fell from
her lips, and unable any longer to
bear the weight of the many emotions
that crowded her heart, Marian burst
into tears. In moment a strong arm
was thrown around her, and the droop-
ing head was pillowed on the young
artists breast, while in voice low and
as her own, he exclaimed, as
he folded her slight form more closely
to his heart, "mine own forever, you
love me, even as you are loved, my
own, my beautiful Marian And Ma
rian, what did she, on finding herself
so close a prisoner in the arms Of
that hateful Mr.. Smith? Why's
any other loving woman would have
1one-she only nestled closer to his
heart, and put her little hand in his,
50 confdingly, that a tear of JOY and
which he could not repress,
stole down his cheek and fell on the
bright young face, raised so lovingly to
lis; surely he had a right to kiss of che
ear, at least he thought so, and as Ma
ian did not say him nay, it is none Of
,ur business, dear readers.
"Will you not speak to me, Marian?
,nly tell me in words that l am dear to
you-and-"
"You do not, oh! | am deceived! you
10 not love me, you have always avoid
ID me, and the old doubts and fears
gain clouded the fair brow, as Marian
eleased herself from his encircling
rms, and stood before him.
"Avoided you, darling?-it was for
ny own peace did so how could I
rope to win one whom all hearts covet-
ID, and Marian heard you were Of
hose who delight in lovers palms.
IAN you blame me that l hesitated ere
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