Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-06-11

| Now, Marion, said my aunt, the bus;est time
of year has come, and your help will BIO needed
more than ever; do you think you could rake
1 hay 2
! have no doubt Of it. replied, confidently
| The afternoon of that very day, the sun was
curtained by few sable clouds and dark silv-
er-edged belt settled along the western horizon.
Uncle George came in, and said there was
shower gathering, and he wanted call hands, :"
men, women and children, as he expressed it, to
turn out and come to the rescue, for he had four
teen tons OF hay in the meadow, and as It was
the best clover and grass, he didt want it to get
| wet
My sun-bonnet was on my head in a moment;
| and Uncle assisted me into the haycart which
was drawn by two brown oxen and dear good
natured looking white horse, leaving Aunt Hatty
and Miss Betsy to follow ON foot Arrived at
the meadow, we found the men hard at work,
while the perspiration ran like rain down their
faces, looked obviously at them; but dare
say my countenance frightened, az / saw Mr.
Hayning in the midst of them Fine fellow,
that !! said my Uncle; not bit stuck up--come
along, found US busy, and was not ashamed to
OH coat and lend helping hand. Better set
your cap for him eh Marion, and Uncle George
laughed at his own wit.
Mr.. Hayning FASTENED forward to lift me from
the cart, and said, playfully, Il am reoiced too
see you, Miss Eastman, for it is said that wretch
edness needs companionship, and am not
wretched in my gnorancei
was entrusted with rake, and told to follow
after the load, and rake up all the stray straws,
Mr.. Hayning assisted me; add thought to N.Y.
self, remember dear reader this is in confidence
how much nobler he looks while engaged in la
Dor, than does Fitzgerald Harrington, or Morti-
mer Phelps Jr,, in the interesting employment
of twirling their parti-.olored moustaches, and
staring at the ladies'.
The black belt along the horizon expanded,
and became denser and blacker until il had nearly
reached the zenith, and AT intervals the low rum
bling of distant thunder fell upon the ear None
seemed to notice it, however, and / would not
be the first to propose returning. The other la
dies had not come, and probably would not and
| felt a vague terror at the thought of remaining
exposed to such tornado as that which threat
ened us.
Mr.. Hayning started, as louder peal of thun-
der vibrated on the heavy air, and said hastily
Come, Miss Eastman, let US return to the house
as quickly as possible the storm is almost upon
u.s..
The path lay through dense thicket of alders
and tall old pine trees. on whose gloomy tops the
angry cloud seemed to rest. Louder and more
deafening grew the terrific peals, and the light
ming was most binding. / trembled SO that
could hardly sustain myself Hayning encour-
aged me and just as We had reached the dark
est, dreariest part of the path, the storm burst
upon US in all its fury. Mr., Hayning hurried
me into the spreading shadow Of some low hem
locks, and throwing his arm around my waist,
drew me to his side. Instinctively, chung to
him, Il do not know but should have done
the same thing to Reuben Sargent, if he had
been in Hayning's place.) Maiden bashfulness
and pride were forgotten--I was oblivious of the
fact that was Marion Eastman, the naughty
heiress of C--Square, whose greatest boast
had been, heretofore, the immense distance at
which she kept her numerous admirers. 1 only
remember that hid my face On the broad breast
of Robert Hayning, and 1 felt safe there l do
not know how long the storm continued ; but /
heard kind voice calling my name and raised
my head and looked around. The cloud had
passed away, but slight-mist was still falling.
| l turned to my companion-hs deep lustrous
eyes were full of that tenderness which l knew
could dwell there, and felt the color rising in
my cheeks, as my eyes fell beneath that ardent,
yet respectful gaze fciy, In FACT ieartIly
ashamed of the terror l had displayed, and as /
! thought, what could he think of mo / turned
| away from his offered arm, and said something,
! which must have sounded very foolish. Mr..
Hayning evidently OWNED my feelings, for a
re-assurng smile lit up in his fine face, asIhe said
gently. "You were frightened, dear Marion you
| tremble now-nay, but you will not refuse my
support = took his arm silently. Not a word
was spoken until we reached the farm house -
Aunt Hatty was drcadfully frightened, and hur-
ried me to a warm room to change my wet
clothes.
An evening of radiant loneliness succeeded the
afternoon, but aunt would not permit me to ven
| ture out on the piazza, even, lest L should take
cold. Peppermint tea was made, and hot drops
| forced down my throat, despite my continued
| declaration that did not feel 'shivery.' l was
put into the bed, and the thck wooden blankets
were piled upon me by aunt's unsparing hand
until thought should suffocate Twas no use
to demur, so l quietly submitted, inwardly in.
voking mercy upon my clay tenement'
The next morning L rose early, and evading
the watchfuness ofAunt Hatty, stole out for ]
walk. The dew slept bright and fragrant in the
bosoms of the flowers, and changed in the sun
light from green to gold and from gold to crimson
l look back through the long dim vista of years
to that one bright morning and it shines pre-em
| inent among many scenes Of gladness Who has
not in their heart the remembrance Of some sunny
day, when their spirit was all joy, all brightness
| all buoyancy When they seemed but one
step from the Land of the Eternal7
| l took the path to the river. 1t was not 10 ng
before Robert Hayning joined me. We walked
| along, side by side, with the deep blue sky and
golden sunshine all around us. am not disposed
| to tell the particulars of this walk but when
returned to the farm house, Miss Betsy declared
that locked suspicious, and Aunt Hatty asked
me if Hayning had been popping the question:
remained ut Pine Glen ali that summer and
the following autumn; and tried hard to learn
and learn did, l suppose, for Aunt paid me the
compliment of giving me diploma.
Two days before left the country, received
an invitation to attend the wedding Of Mr.. Sar-
gem, but 'circumstances' forbade my acceptanc e
Of the kind compliment. Miss Peggie Salie
Hopkins was the bride daughter Of Deacon
Hopkins the rich merchant of the miniature vii.
lsge eff Pine Glen.
suppose l might as well tell you what every
body knows, that before the frosts of winter
whitened the earth, was called WIFE by Rob-
ert Hsyning. Never have l regretted that sum-
mer in the country, since it was the means OF
making me acqusinted with him who is now
dearer to me than the whole world.