Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1858-07-14

uIoPPeu OF, ahd before long Mary Howell
was left alone
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1t was just aftersunrise on the following
morning, that Emily Saunders stood Leiore
the looking glass, in her small yet neat
room, completing her toilet for the pic
nc. Her dress was virgin white, and
she was placing in her bosom a moss rose.
bud, the morning gift of her partner for
the day, who was sitting below. A blush
was on her cheek, for it was the first to-
ken she had received from the gentleman
in question, and the modest girl, who had
never yet acknowledged to herself the
preference she felt for him, was in flut-
ter OF surprise and pleasure. Her immag-
lnation compelled her to remain longer
before the glass than she intended but
finally composed her spirits she uipped
lightly down.
All that Frank had said the day before
in her favor was more than borne out by
truth. Her father had been a merchant
and was considered rich; but the dishon-
esty Of others had ruined him, and he soon
after died of broken heart. The mother
was not long in following. In this crisis,
Emily showed what heroic woman could
do. She resolved to support by her own
eXertions, her little brother and herself,
and in this, though some cousins, her
nearest relations offered her home, she
knew the tender had been grudging made,
and her spirit was too high to accept un-
willing charity, Accordingly, having heard
that the school Of Chestnut village was va
cant, received it and removed from the
city.
The most of her friends, moved by mar
row prejudices, deserted her, yet there was
one who did not. This, strange to say, was
a gentleman. He had known her when
/ she was q cOurted heiress, and when he,
la comparative stranger in the city, where
he was peIsuing his studies, had been a
guest courteously welcomed Mt her tath-
er's line house. lie was now successful
physician, the idol Of every circle in which
he moved but he had not forgotten his old
Acquaintance In fact, the dignity and
courage with which she ever met misfor-
tune, exalted her before she left the city,
and, as an old friend, solicited the pleas
ure of occasionally writing to her--a
request she could not or did not refuse.
in reality though, there was nothing OF
tloye in these letters, they soon became in
fnitely deartp Emly's. heart The npRle
lraHhness with whielther fathers old1ae-
Quaintance had stood kyi iher, touched her
ineXpressibly and botbre she even sus-
, spected danger she wtts' deeply in love-
The idea of his ever marrying her, was dis
missed at once, when she came to discoy-
erherw weakness. .|I.
But within few days her heart had
, been filled with strange hopes, Her cor
respondent had come down to Chestnut
, village on a visit-had called on her, and
had Civ her an invitation to the picnic
projected for the first of July And, now,
on this morning he had brought a moss
rose bud fresh with dew, and sent it W
while he waited below. He was, she knew
too sincere to deceive her: and surely he
! was aware Of the meaning of the sweet to-
ken What wonder that she blushed and
was embarrassed when on entering the
little parlor, her visiter rose with smile,
= which was succeeded by grateful glance
from him, as he saw the appropriation
She had made of his gift.
He came forward with an enthusiasm
unusual to him, and taking both hands il
his, said:
: you look like an angel, Emily"
He had never spoken in this way be
fore and Emily, confused and agitateC
, as she was, stole a glance at his face, t,
= see if he could be in earnest. There wa
: 10 dout Is in the meaning of that look
y Love, devoted love, shone out Of thos
: grey eyes, from the very soul of the spea
! ker.
4 Eyes" he continued, stealing hi
! arm around that slender waist, while Fm
u lily trembling with happiness and surprise
was iain to lean on him for support; eyes
dearest, you are AN angel, and if you can
stoop from your height, to love one S,
little worthy of it as |, what bliss will b.
: Imine. ! have loved you almost since
= began to write to you, but would not, Of
= YOUR generous permission to correspond
reveal my sentiments. | had asked t
write to you simply as a friend, and t
9 have written as a lover would have been
= breach of promise. So, as could not en-
= durc suspense any longer--I came dow
i TO know my fate. You are silent. Am
d then to dispair ?'
In fact though Emily had first leane
7 on him for support, she had recovered he
. strength as he proceeded, and raising he
y head from his last words, even glided tror
. his cIlDldCt. Dllb IHc lOllC VI NOOl' odN
! ness with which he concluded, moved he
= pity. She laid her hand on his arm, an
: looking up and smiling into his face sal
~ "FrankY
g 1t was enough Frank Howell-for
Is was he, as the reader perhaps suspecte
% all along-saw sufficient in those eyes, an
" in that smile to assure him he need nC
ln IL dispair; and putting his arm around he
u again he not only drew her towards hii
oi but kissed her, though reverently, as
y brother would kiss any recovered sister.
~ Suddenly the old widow, with whol
u Emily boarded, looked in the parlor
e announce that coffee was ready.
u - ~ thought Miss Emily ought to have
: bite, sir, Before She went out, said til
Il old lady. i','. 'l
~ a"rhank YOU, said Frank II was vel
- consiIerate you take care Of this de-
" creature, see" He hardly knew VIII
1, he said, and was continually on the pom
D" OF betraying himself,
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