Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1858-11-05

hAuut, "S L OOIu you SOOulu De WDen lcfL
you. l arrived here about an hour ago, and
disturbed at her song the most lovely 3;
but never mind that now. Come down as
soon as YOU can. The party from the
Squire's will be be here tomorrow, and then
| shall present Lord Adair's regrets for his
absence, and introduce to thoir notice
Yours, truly,
HERBERT GRANT, Artisi.
To Hon. GEo. SAVAGE"
The next morning quite early, the hunt
ing party came down to the Fox Hunt
Mr.. Grant presented his letters of introduce
ton to Squire Old6eld, and was politely re-
quested to join the hunting party.
at must be nice to be rich and powerful"
thought Minnie, rs she saw the Difference
with which Mr.. Grant assisted Kate Oldfield
from her saddle to tho ground, and marked
tho low bow with which he gavo her his
arm.
ale called me Mimic, this morning just
as if were servant" was her next thought.
"How handsome he is, and what pleasant
voice he had Minnie is pretty name, ms
he says it,"
"Minnie Minnie where are your
"Coming, fatherp And the young girl
fastened down stairs to assist her father in
waiting upon his guest. AS she was pass
ing through the hall, she met Miss Oldfeld,
who had torn her habit, and was on her way
up stairs to repair the mischief
"Herc, my girl" she said, rather haughti-
ly, MS Minnie passed her, "come with me
and mend this rent"
Minnie followed the handsome brunette,
who was evidently in bad humor. She
was still seated on the low stool beside her,
at work upon the habit, when Harry Old
field, Miss Katc's brother, joined them.
"Comc, Kate; they arc all waiting for
you"
"Let thom wait"
81 tell you what it is, Kate" said the
young man, 81 would not let them see how
mad | was about Lord Adair's absence, if l
were you. He sent a very handsome sub
stitutc, and if his excuse is true, why am
sure it is good one"
'Important business! Fudge, as if his
agent could not transact his business He
will meet cool reception when he does
come"
"Prenez garde! You may lose him alto
gcther. Do he agreeable to his substitute,
so that he will carry back favorable re-
port"
at he comes here as spy, he had better
return. A poor artist. Doubtless ho will
be paid for his news"
Why did Minnie's cheek flush and her
fingers tremblel Surely tho girls sncering
cold tone was nothing to her.
The hunting party started in fine spirits
In about two hours they returned, slowly
and sadly as funeral train. Minnie has
tened to the door. Upon rude litter car
ricd by four of the party, lay, apparently
dead the traveller who had the night be-
fore como to the inn.
"How did it happen?'
Client his own 'orse to another man. said
the hostler, "and the borrowed one struck
the upper bar of the first fence, and threw
him over. The 'orse was killed, miss"
They carried him to the best room, sent
for a surgeon, and Minnie fingered near the
door while young Oldfield and another of
the party tried to restore him to life. She
hastcned for any restorative they demanded,
and at last, when the surgeon arrived, crept
into the room to hear his verdict.
When George Savage arrived the next
day, his friend was in n raving delirium.-
For days he hoversd between lifo aud death,
and in all that time not one of tho gay
hunting party again came to the poor art
ist. Minnie was his nurse; her old aunt,
who was very much interested in tho young
man, directed her and George Savage in
their treatment of the invalid; and when
the young man was again out of danger,
and his friend had returned to London, Min
ME and her aunt were left TO take care of
the stranger.
Young Grant, in his convalesccncc, made
study of Minnie; be was charmed with
her gentle tender care of him, and amazed
at the fine cultivated mind the simple coun-
try maiden possessed. When his friend
Savage sent him poems and books from the
city, and Minnie read them aloud to him,
he was delighted with the depth Of informa-
tion her remarks displayed. In short Mr..
Herbert Grant was in love.
One morning, Minnie was reading to him,
in her rich melodious voice, from Miss Lam
don's Poems
at is fearful thing