Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1858-08-06

dress once, you have dozen tines
You can't make yourself pretty, so
where's the. use of this worry: 3,as1. q lls
That's fact Lizzie. and I'm half 1
mind to go, out in this calico dress
| For mercy's sake. no. you fret m.
with your simplicity. ALL there is The
door bell; where is Jane s,aA i@issh p
The sual'introdnction took place. and
in amoment Grace regained all her self
possession Grace had never looked 81
charmingly. In spite of her assertions tc
the contrary. she felt that she was look
ing ber best. and that added wonderfully
to her ease Of manner. In half an hour
she forgot herself entirely. and enjoyed
Stanley's well-timed remarks SO hugely
to use her own expression, that her, good
humor knew no bounds.
Half past ten-I had no idea it was sc
late. Old Time travels swiftly on bed
of roses
But he sometimes limps as though he
had lame foot laughed Grace.
Has he travelled with lame foot to-
night. Miss Merry p -.
/ never answer such questions.'
will you not answer mine 2
No; if you are going, as your rising
indicates. why don't you say good might
and leave-I dislike for people to be al
ways starting; it makes me nervous.
1 will act upon your suggestion then;
good night. Miss Merry o'' .'
Don't Miss Merry me-my name is
Grace
Miss Grace. then-tbat is better
But ron are nor gonel1Shs0 EhoW
you the door,
; 1t you alease, z an 6lu09enez. and
your rresence-no; fmeau the thougdt OF
leaving you excites me so. that might
stumble over the foot mat
He stood on the porch, Grace ia the
doorway.
A beautiful night, Miss Grace
1 am indebted to you for a remark 80
original, But why don't you go?-you
lingcr Ike Adam leaving Paradise
My situation is worse than Lis; he
carried his Eve with him-I leave mine
behind
Don't fatter mel detest f1attery."
L believe you detest everything
What do you like 2
I like people to 60 when they start
Her GOODNESS unnamed him; he blush
ed. stammered and departed.
What do you think of her Charlie 2
asked Bennette eagerly.
She is certainly the most original girl
in the world
Laughs too fnuch. eh; little too Wild
Il don't think so; her laugh is the most
musical thing in the world. The languid
smile of an interesting young lady sickens
me. like good hearty laugh
Bennette was silenced.
And what do you think Of Stanley.
Grace 2 1t was natural question under
the circumstances.
l will! not dissect his face for your
benefit; but il it satisfy you any. Lizzie.
I think him the most sensible man have
met with in an age. 1 wonder what he
thinks of me. have an idea that the
description he has bad Of me was not
over fattering. inasmuch as Tom Stan.
ley figured conspicuously on such occa.
sions, | have mind to ask him when
see him.
She was as good as her word,
Stanley mused awhile and replied:
L had two descriptions of you Miss
Merry. but they belong to that class l
never believe. The one was from lover
in hope. and the other from rejected
lover. This one described you as an an
gel. the other, as heartless coque:te:
Her eyes flashed upon him saucily.
And what is your opinion 2 aH
That you are woman
Much obliged to you; quite lucid
reply
The intimacy continued for weeks
Charles Stanley often found himself at
her side without knowing how he came
there. Grace was always the same.
One afternoon. handsome Charlie, as
the girls called him, sat in his .sanctum. >
with his feet on the fender, in %brown
study
'Littleton was lying dangerously near
the fire. open-but he had forgotten Lit
Teton. and was studying-Merry.
The deuce is in it," muttered he at
last. 5-
'Belive 1 have ended by falling in
love with that girl. Little did l think
would experience that violent sensation.
What witch she is; l very believe she
would entrap Herigo-what is the mat
ter with me ? l wish that woman on the
second floor would hush singing Rock.
a,by baby on the tree top Pshaw
what fool song. l wonder a woman Of
sense would sing it; that Juvenile. too.
how it squalls. I'll raise the window;
no. I won't. the air is too chilly. The
moon is up-ah! that effects me. I'll
draw the blind. Now I'm comfortable;
no. amt. what's the matter {? I wish
Ike Marvel had never written his Rev,
cries.
'Ifnow in that chair yonder. not the
one your feet rest upon. sat sweet faced
girl. and if you could pass your arm round