The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1857-06-18
clear up the imPuta SANDER tha
now rested upon him

now rested upcn, hind 8.
Poor fellow, Re was absent when the
note came and did hot receive it till The
following day ne read it and hastened t.
see Clara, swelling with Indignation a
the charge made against him, and fully
confident Of being able to clear himsel
from it. Alasl when he reached the
house the bird had flown and left no clue
to trace it, and he returned with an ach.
ing heart, feeling that his falling to meet
Clara had been felt in her heart as proof
OF his yleness. lie had since traced the
stories to their origin, but that has been
three weeks since, and in spite of every
endcavor no trace of Mr.. Harvie and Cla-
ra can be found, and now hope has begun
TO grow dim in his bosom, and though he
chats and laughs as usual, life has lost its
charm for bim-all is dark, dark.
He ceased, and we sat there quietly
smoking and gazing into the fire, neither
OF US caring to break the silence, and
thus #e continued for nearly an hour -
| don't know how much longer we would
have sat there, but some one knocked at
the door. and Charley, turning round Ian
guidly, bade him come ina servant en-
tered, and handed Charley letter; be
looked at it, broke the seal hurriedly, and
glanced over its contents with surprising
rapidity. As he finished he crumpled the
paper in his hand, thrust it into his pock-
ct, and snatching his hat from the table,
with loud, joyous :Hurrsh boy hit me
bone-cracking slap on the back and dar-
ted down stairs.
Charley is very swift on foot and l
knew there was no use trying 10 follow
him, so | quietly picked myself up from
the floor, where he had knocked me, lit
lit cigar, sat down and waited. wait
ed ten cigars long, but no Charley came,
and my brain being pretty well fumigated
by that time, l left off waiting and went
home to dinner.
l didn't hear anything more Of Char
ley till yesterday when l received short
telegraphic dispatch, Or telegram, as they
call it now, informing me he was in Phil.
adelPhia, and telling me 10 hurry up there
Immediately.
l went, but wasn't soon enough,
Charley was married. Yes, it is a SOL
emn fact, he was actually married, and
for once, and only once in my life, 1 was
astonished at one of Charley's doings.-=
However he explained it very satisfacto-
rlIy this evening. Informed me be was
the hero of his wife, that is, Mary Morti-
mer, alias Clara Harvie that was, was the
heroine of the story he told me the moln
ing we parted so abruptly, about a week
ago.
Mr.. Harvie, Mortimer, l mean, though
I've got Haryie so thoroughly into my
head I'll call him that so long as live,
I'm afraid, discovered the true origin of
the reports which had been circulated
here concerning him, and Mary had has.
tened to inform Charley of the discovery,
and beg him to come 10 her.
lie went somewhat in a hurry, l tho't
but he went. Alter he met Mary and
explanations. were had, he insisted on
having the knot tied in the shortest kind
Of time, lest something again should oc-
cur to separate them, and it seems he car.
ried his point, for he is married, and, con-
in spite of Mrs, Cackler, one
If the sweetes; of wives has got one of
he best of husbands. l don't know
where the young couple are going to re.
side, but | hardly suppose they'll take
lext door house to Mrs. Cackler.