The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1858-03-25

Y must Oe--that IS, he stands before you /
Y light in which no other man hsS eve
II stood before.
1t L don't believe he loves me, said he
i perverse heart, 0: else he would have IA
:, ken a great Zeal more pains 10 win me.
r 'Ah!' said the good angel, what bette
l. love can a man give, than that wbic
sees your faults and strengthens you a
a gainst them! True, he set his ideal Q
4 womanhood SO high that you do moi com
e up 10 IL but he sees in you capabi1itie
= for good beyond those OF other women
2 though to the height Of your capab.lItie!
o you have never attained
t 'Oh! shall mayer be worse woman
+ and an unhappy woman, if / do not low.
e Frank Handy, and if Frank Handy doe
not love me-, sad her heart, now turning
g to its better instinct, as, she threw herset
J upon her I!l!e, white, dimnity. covered
+ bed In her own chamber, and, shutting
, out the light from her eyes, thought VII a
life would be if Frank never said Snip.
Frank, who was even then walking in
the fields, trying to think all the harm he
) could of her.
Here she lay and criedj and disquiet.
ed hefsel in vain. And she thought over
all the good she had ever heard OF Frank
Handy, and-strange!-- that though! it
seemed 10 her he had the good opinion
of every man who knew him, no one had
ever quite seemed to appreciate him to
his full value. Perhaps he had never
shown his inmost heart to ether people
as he had to her. Her wounded feeling
seized upon the balm she found in such a
lhought.-Frank was not a man 10 put
forth his pre'ontionS. She had wronged
him very much in calling him ConceisI
and presuming. lie had spoken only
what he had right 10 think about his
own sincerity, and oh! how she wished he
could think great deal better Of her.
During the burst of tears that followed
this reflection, the great farm tea-bell rang.
Cynthia sprang from her bed aud wiped
her eyes. If she looked as if she had
been crying, might some one say she was
freted to lose Seth Taggart! Seth Tag
gart. indeed! She wasn't going to cry
for losing any man. And the evil spiri,s
resumed their sway.
So Cynthia went down stairs, towering
in pride and wrath. She had half a mind |
not to 60 to the wedding. No, she could
not do that. People would certainly say
things she would not like, about her and
Seth Taggart if she staid away. 1t was
delicate ground with her, this matter Of
Seth Taggar.'s, because he had never
made her any offer, 1 think men treat
women shamelully,' said Cynthia, in her
thoughts, summing up all her wrongs at
once, as sho sat-a at the tea-table, printing
herself with pride against the weakness
before which she fel. her courage giving
way.
Cynthia, reckon you d beet 60 and
dress YOU said her mother as she was
clearing away the table after tea; you !
leave the things, and I'll wash up and .
put away. Ii will take you some time to
tx yourself and you ought to be there ,
Early, fycu are going TO stand up with !
Sue.
Who's the groomsman, Miss Brides +
nadP said her father. y
Frank Handy, sir, said Cynthia, with !"
| toss of her head. Il
'IIa! Handy?' said her father, right u
lever fellow, is Frank. It'll be lucky ,
woman he stands up with to be married " "
o." "
Cynthia escaped to her own room, and ., .
he began to cry again. There her IA "
her spoke well of Frank; but nobody .,
oud know him as well as she knew him. ~ ~
)h if only he would come back. Why -
idnt she know the state Of her own heart =
nat morning, But he took her SO by "'
urprise, and ali her evil feelings had got -
ppermost at the moment. 1t would be -
cry cruel of him-yery--not to try her n, n
gain. ro
Thus che thought, until she was suAi- t%
emily advanced in her toilet to put her 10
reath on. Should she wear it! Would -
rot be conlessing tCo much, if he were oo
see it in her hair2 Sac looked for nj ,rl
1me ribbons in her drawer, but at this ~ ~
oment her father called her, and said, if W
le came quick he would drive her over H..
Suse's, before he embarrassed his old 49, 49,
are. So she put on the hop wreath in sgb, gbI
hurry, giving it the benefit of her doubt, d. d.,
d its trembling green bells mixed with I,r II"
q light curls Of her pretty sunny hair. w. ,,,'
'Where did you get that fromP said 90 =
r father. Its mighty tasty, declare.
We me kiss, Cynthia. hope your age
aux will think you look half as pretty 'al 81
[ do. And it s better, my child, to D
admired by your old father who loves A"v
u. than by a crowd Of foolish fellows, she
f of whom get round pretty girl just peri
} a flock of sheep out yonder, one fol- 81
ing because another is making up to the
80 was
Foolish fellowsP they mere, foolish net
ows. Bat Frank Handy was not one of'Tha
m. Frank had never followed in her &c
n sufficiently to be counted one of her took
Sors. il was this very foolish flock bride
ose ranks he scorned to enter. All morr,
t Rsr father said seemed to justify her noise
icenngeeling She kissed. the old man S be qu
ldP aieesk, .atsd felt as if the caIow body.
4 thai NAstarnd Of lar bnhrtLoJ H., -