True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1857-11-25
q. RAGAN, Editor and Proprietor.

grass, on tne Otner sue.
And went with her.
ELISE, how do you like Mr.. Treat"
l did not ask her this question until
we had gathered the mint, and were sit.
ting down in the cool hill shadows to
rest ourselves.
al like him, Matte 7" she answered
thoughtfully, more as if she we're asking
herself the question, than replying to
mine. He is refined, accomplished,
genllemanly-of course one cannot help
liking him"
smiled. "Tha, quiet, half-doubtful
tone is hardly complimentary, ELISE"
"Isn't it, Matte ?" She pulled up two
or three buttercups, and wound the long
stems around her fingers, then suddenly
she drew up close to me, and said earnest.
ly, "when l first saw Mr.. Treat, Mat.
tie, | DID NOT like him. This is too
strong, perhsps-I mean my first impres.
sions were not pleasant, and yet" speak
ing TO herself again, it was not exactly
repugnance. 1t was warning voice, a
something that seemed to whisper to my
heart, it were better you had never
come together
She spoke these last words in a louder
tone, and the echo In the lane beneath us
caught the words, and answered clear
and mournfully as human voice, " 1t
were better you had never come togelh.
er."
Involuntarily our. eyes met. was the
first to speak Laughing off the momen-
tsry impression which the re.percussion
had made, answered, "well ELISE, it's
apparent Mr.. Treat will not endorse the
echo's opinion, for his actions said very
plainly, 1t is better that we keep to.
gether.' am not sure but he told you
this, too, when you and he were by the
spring, washing the strawberry stains of
your fingers with sorrel eaves-don't you
think now he was long time learning
the very simple manipulations."
: " Nonsense, Matte; though | under.
, stand your inuendo,, shall not admit its
truth. But seriously, my first impress
, sions have been nearly neu'ralized by
= Mr. Treats very agreeable manners ant
i conversation. Is not his smile beautiful
There is really hear, poetry in it. an
sure he must be good, or he could neve
: : smile like that"
My reply was interrupted by buncl
of roses that fell at our feet. The mex
momen. Mr.. Treat was at our side.
"The dinner is all ready, ladies'" re
q moving his straw hat with that grac
J., which pervaded his every movement
. sand the company are in an absolute
'. state Of starvation, induced by your run
% ming off. Volunteered to come in scare
of you"
!, We both sprang up, with regrets an
)" apologies, but l thought as we descende
!, . the hill, Mr.. Treat did not lament muc
, either the delay or the trouble. Wallac
= ., Treat was not at heart BAD man, neithe
~ was he exactly a noble one. / hav
sometimes thought his greatest fault wa
y, - "infrmi ty of purpose" and yet it
= ! more than probable he would, TO achiev
a desired end, evinco more energy, MOI
"a persistency than most men. But he ";
49, MENTAL EPIcURE, loving beauty for 4
~ 70 higher motive than that it gladdened b
=" fastidious, aesthetic nature. This low
!; of course. brough, its reward in consta
II, u, wearying Of the old, and a constant or
~ :, wing after the new.
~ oc He was at twenty-five, that most u
f" fortunate Of men. mental dyspeptic.
- But he loved ELISE. Looking no
~ ~, back on the past, have not the leu
~ -" doubt oft, and if--ah. me I! how nut
w " sorrow and suffering lies beyond tn
w. w. quivering Of my pen! But I must ha
as os ten over my history. for the bright Jul
10 day is wearing downward, and the thr
le p o'clock breeze. that lifts the edges Of n
. u paper, is whispering Of the night. tt
20 - day after the picnic suddenly. left Nc
v" Glen, and did not return till late in t
next month.
NC ELISE did not know that had reach
-. -: home, and | went down 10 der mother
~ II, 70 surprise her.
y. nA At the door met her little sister, a
W. W. bidding her not acquaint ELISE with
w. w. arrival, l walked into the parlor. A lar
n IN daguerreotype case lay Oh the table
:" opened it, and looked into the dark ey
Of Wallace Treat. Then l took UP
60. SMALL but most exquisite engraving o.
'as sunset on the Rhine; on the mar,
re, were the initials "W. T." After d.
est admiring this, / turned to an elegan
me me bound volume Of -Bryant's poems.
,lld the Ay-leaf Of this was written, by
hat WALLACE
en- TO his beloved ELISE HA
ev' My amazement for the moment, qu
od' took away my breath. While / was
deavoring 10 feel all these few words
af- revealed to me, an eager, well-kno
led call brought me to my feet, and Ell
me and / are in each others arms.
ain {" Oh! am so glad you are come !
lin ling" and the little dimpled fng
and strOEed my cheeks fondly. 81 b
will longed every night for month pas
can see you, more than you can imagil
low Matte have great secret 10 tell 20