The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1858-06-10

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with his company tomorrow evening" |
"To-morrow EVENING"" Such a state |
Of excitement All the next day myI
FIVE cousins we're discussing the respect |
i've merits Of various hued dresses; and |
one might have supposed from their
conversation that, instead of spoiled
beauties, they were unattraotive girls
who had never had a beau in their lives.
Hilly,who was but sixteen, was grave
| ly advised by her elder sisters to be
sweet simplicity in white muslin, with
q sash tied behind; to which the damsel
retorted by declaring that I ought to
present myself before Mr. Denmore
| dressed as Miss Eleanor Pyott. This
took place at the breakfast table.
"WhyW asked my uncle, sharply
"Does Becky bear so close a resemblance
to Miss Eleanor when dressed in her
olothes2"
$50 they choose to imagine" was my
reply.
"Then they have had no means Of
| proving their suppositionY
"Not the slightest said I, as uncon-
oornedly as possible.
Uncle Althorpe gave me another PEN
etrating look, and then departed for the
day.
In the evening came Mr. Denmore,
and one glance satisfied me. had
seen that face before.
Ny beautiful cousins were presented
to him in succession, and brought up
tho rear. l saw his look Of admiration
as his eyes turned from one face to an
other; but when they fell upon me, he
started visibly, and / trembled so that
could scarcely stand.
| UnclC Althorpe was watching us; and
as he said, "My niece, Miss Entwiok, "
. Mr.. Denmoro bowed low, and his voice
had a faltering tone of tenderness that
! knew was called forth by thoughts of
the departed. 1t was decidedly uncom-
Portable, this lookingso much like some
body else; and as soon as I could po-
litely do so, I left Mr.. Denmore's pres
ence, and watched him from a distance.
He was a fue-looking man; not hand
some enough to be distinguished for his
beauty as far as mere features were con-
cerned, but he had a good look, and his
face wore an expression Of mingled're
olution and sweetness, which had al
ways admired and seldom seen. He in
terested me, and at the end Of the even
ing I was fully convinced that he de-
served the term gentleman in its wild
est sense. A thoroughly polished gen
tleman, unobtrusive, yet attentive, one
who has acquired an entire forgetfulness
Of self, was a character 1 had very rare
ly met with I had rather a contempt
for men in general, and 1 studied Mr..
DenmOre as a pleasant discovery.
When he left us his eyes again rested
on me with that tender yet melancholy
: expression; and rather piqued that
was made a sort Of escape-valve for
thoughts that were busy with another,
y I hastened up stairs.
= Ny little cousin Hilly was laughingly
: boasting of Mr.. DenmOres attentions.
"Talk of words indeed!' exclaimed
: Emma, as I entered, "words are moth
y ing-I believe in looks, and here comes
, the magnet for Mr., Denmore's eyes. I'll
! tell you what it is, Becky" she contin-
u ued, 81 don't like it at all-for when
. he bado me good night, he looked at you
= 1t is not fair"
= "What pity it is" I said rather bit
u terly, "that you don't all look like Miss
y Eleanor Pyott."
At this outbreak, Hilly tenderly EN-.
" braced ME, and they all declared Their
unbounded affection; but 1 felt provok-
: ed with the world in general, and went
a moodily to bed.
y Mr.. Denmore kindly insisted that my
u uncle should occupy the mansion du
ring the full time for which he had Gu
gagged it; we were therefore just as com
Portable as before, with the addition Of
\ a very agreeable visitor.
: He had a habit of staring at me tha
=, was by no means pleasant; but as hi'
y conversation was most frequently ad
y dressed to my little cousin Hilly,
y could not construe this into anything
!. fattering He often asked questions
too, that struck me afterwards as being
very peculiar. One night after gazing
at me for a time, he inquired if I eve
walked in my sleep; and on my reply
O. ing with an astonished negative, h
'e looked disappointed, I began to thinl
D, Mr.. Denmore a little out Of his mind
VI and avoided him as much as possible,
d. But one evening, just at sunset, as
le stood beneath the boarded window
ia whittier had a habit Of staying Of late
% Mr.. Denmoro suddenly appeared besid
~ me.
"Have you ever visited the haunte
H. room?" he asked abruptly, fixing upol
r. me what imagined a most penetrating
gaze.
n ono" Ireplisd, without thinking
ss "that is-yes," stammered-'lot m
r- 60, Mr.. Denmorel" for he stood directl
e- in my path.
d; "Wboro did you find the will?" h
n continued, without needing my request
he "In the pocket" I replied mechanic
1f ally. I felt that was behaving lik
li- a fool, and made a strange effort to re
BIT cover my dignity; but it failed, and
Du burst into tears.
Mr.. Denmore took my hand with rC
h. spectful tenderness and led me TO a rui
tic seat that stood near.
We ''I owe you more, Miss Entwick, sal
Dir he, ethan I can ever repay. / only ID
ur sire TO have this mystery explained
How could you c0ntrivo 20 make you