Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1857-03-25

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rainbow, and he thinks life one long
rainy day."
mot exactly so !: ] mean. your last
conclusion. But don't interrupt me, my
boy, and you shall hear lesson, which.
young as you are, trust you will never
forget. When l was young man, l
was thought quite handsome-'
"Pa is as pretty as he can be now"
interrupted little Ann. passing her hand
fondly over his manly cheek.
Uncle Ned was not displeased with
the compliment, for he pressed her closer
TO him. while he continued -
well. when / was young. l was of a
gay spirit, and a great favorite in socic-
ty. The young ladies liked me for a
partner in the dance. at the chess board,
or the evening walk, and had reason to
think several Of ,hem would have made
no objection 10 me as partner for life.
Among all my young acquaintances,
there was no one whose companionship
was so pleasing as that of maiden
whose name was Mery. Now, there
are great many Marys in the world,
so you must not take it for granted |
mean your mother or aunt. At any
rate, you must not look so significant till
| have finished my story. Mary was a
sweet and lovely girl. with a current Of
cheerfulness running through her dispo-
siiion that had music as it flowed. Ii
was an undercurrent, however, always
gentle, and kept within its legitimate
channel, never oveiflowing into bolster
Gus mirth or unmeanipg levity. She
was The only daughter of her mother,
and she a widow. Mrs Carlton such
was her mott er's name-was in luHly
circumstances, and Mary had none OF
the appliances Of wealth and fashion to
decorate her person. or gild her home
A very modest competency was all her
portion, and she wished for nothing
more. l have seen her, in a simple
white dress, without single ornament,
unless it was natural rose, transcend
all the gaudy bells who sought, by the
attraction of dress, to win the admiration
of the multitude. But. alas for poor
human nature. One of those dashing
bellies SO fascinated my attention, that the
gentle Mary was for while forgotten.
Theresa Yane was, indeed, a rare piece
of mortal mechanism. Her figure was
the perfection of beauty. and she moved
as if strung upon wires, so elastic and
springing were her gestures. l never
saw such lustrous hair-it was perfectly
black, and shone Ike FURNISHED steel
and then such ringlelsl how they waved
and rippled down her beautiful neck !
She dressed with the most exquisite
taste, delicacy, and neatness, and what
ever she wore assumed peculiar grace
and fitness, as if Art loved TO adorn what
Nature had made so fair. But what
charmed me most was the sunshiny
smile that was always waiting TO light
up ber counienance. To be sure, she
some lines laughed little too loud; but
then her laugh was so musical, and her
teeth so white, it was impossible to be-
lieve her guilty OF rudeness or want of
grace. Often, when l saw her in the
social circle. so brilliant and smiling. the
life and charm of everything around her,
l thought how happy the constant COM
panionship of such being would make
me what brightness she would impart
to the freside of home-what light,
what joy, to The darkest scenes of exist
ence 10
"oh ! uncle" interrupted George,
if l were Aunt Mary, I
would not let you praise any other lady
so warmly. You are so taken up with
her beauty. you have forgotten all about
the rainy evening"
Aunt Mary smiled. but it was more
than probable that George had really
touched one of the hidden springs of her
heart, for she looked down, and
said nothing.
f" Don't be impatient" said Uncle
Ned, "and you shall not be cheated out
Of your story. 1 Ibegan it for EIizabeth's
sake, rather than yours. and l see she is
vide awake. She thinks l was, by this
ime, more than half in love with The
'esa Vane, and she thinks more than
half right. There had been a great
many parties of pleasure-ridpg parties,
sailing parties, and talking parties-and
summer slipped by almost unconscious
y. At length the autumual equinox
approached, and gathering clouds,
northeastern gales, and drizzling rains,
succeeded to the soft breezes, mellow
'kies, and glowing sunsets, peculiar to
hat beautiful season. For two or three
lays l was confined within doors BY the
continuous rains, and, / am sorry to
'onfess it. but the blue devils got COM
,lete possession of me. One stiided
Ipon my nose, another danced on the
op of my head one pinched my ear,
md another turned somersets on my
hin. You laugh, little Nanny, but !