The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1858-11-18
NJ For theNew York Mercury
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BY ISAAC NJ. GREeo&Y.

so everybody caAea lhe---was pro
fouedly ignorant, in RNBearly youth ~
the fact thathe was poor, and he was JUS
as happy, in his ignorance, as any boy
you ever saw. 'g 'f'4' "a
Tall, broad, and strong, withia frank,
open countenance; brown curlsy cluster
ing near white forehead; with a large
heart, and much bravery; with a bright
eye and a musical voice, which could as
well be attuned to low love notes, as a jol-
ly or sentimental song. Such was San
dy, when the woman destined to lead him
down the road of crime, came before him,
and won all the love of his noble heart.
| dono modestly pass over my virtues; l
am going to tell you how | feel, and il
will need a side very sunny to make you
look cbaritably on the dark side to come.
She was very Beautiful; but twas a
wicked, treacherous, passionate Kind Of
beauty commanding admiratioR fear,
and humility more than love, Proud as
any queen was she; naughty, imperioua
selfwilled. She trod the earth lofily
she looked on people asif sbe,Was look
ing down from athrone. cYtt how beau
tiful were her large dark eyes when she
was movedl | never saw, but cnce OF
twice, aught of tenderness in ttbem, but
then they were so strangely beautiful thai
| never forgot how they looked. Hers
were strangers to them, once an age, and
only once, | guess, the heart that showed
in them softened from its hardness. Those
eyes gave expression most to the baser
feelings; for she had imperiously ruled
the good in Madeline. Her lips were
thinly cut, and nose quite small; her face
was round, and her expression, at all
times, faultless. She was of good size;
yet | used to think her very small when
| stood beside her. .
Such a woman, such small, weak
Aower-but she had such a will!-ruled
Sandy Martin, strong and passionate as he
was. And for her veal Sandy would
have laid down his life, as it was. Long
time he had loved her, often he had went
to her. asif he had been her slave. He
had hoped she would become his wife
she was poor, and it would be SO pleasant
W. us TO work together, live together,
Vlng each other. She had given me
aspnlo hope, too. And yet, when the
9t question of a lifetime was asked
Anight- we stood alone in the moon
a,grew calm as we talked-she,
irhapd in my own, said scornful-
gpdv Martini You marry me?
good boy, though, Sandy, and
as well as do anybody else;
10 you must know, aspire to
I these days, and how shall
,.Guccess l wish, if marry San
Foolish boy, to think of
y AA | am too high, too proud, /,
my poor Sandy!'
f1ruBd ap, straight and p oud, aud
en- to begoobing down on me, though
FacSeyed Sigh above her. She spoke
sli 9 scornfully and pityingly, and when
She sad my poor SandyP her voice trem
bled a.litlle,
Poor Sandy. indeed! l wanted to say
poor Madeline, in return for despsed
as well as loved her | hated her for
a moment, too; aye, could have slap
ped her pretty face, though she ap-
peared so beautiful in the moonlight. |
TOO, was proud; drew myself up, and
bitter words hovered on my lips, but l
suppressed them. | thought: lam re.
fused; thank God It is only because am
poor. She'wouId measure the worth of
love by length of purse-she is too low
for me- And yet--to give her up! 1t
was too heavy ablow, Pride went away;
tears srove Tor the mastery, and they al
most conquered. With trembling voice,
| tried to ask, sarcastically,
How many millions high, Madeline, do
your aspirations go?'
'Ho! ho!'--she tried to faugh, and put
on her old coquettish airs, but she did not
succeed very well You want to be sar-
castle do you? Haven't l the right 10
marry whom l please9 Are you my mas
ter, Sandy Martini
No, Madeline, your slave'
The words came out so full of pathos
and so earnestly had looked at her,
4 was broken down again--that she
kted. Then she recovered herself
|She shook her head, half earnestly, half
scornfully, and said;
4 Then, slave, throw off your lordly airs
O7n in my presence. l will not have
OOn--do you hear?'
odhe paused moment, after stamping
foot, TO enforce what she said, while
bowed, as if acknowledging her my
een.. Then she put her cheek close to
ine, as if she was sorry for what mad
hssed. and her voice was low and sweet
jhen she said:
Z Bring me wealth, Sandy Martin, and |
am yours. You cannot blame me, sure
Ily. | have been poor all my life, and !
am sick Of it. You tell me | am beaut-
Iful--others tell me so, and'l believe il
And | am resolved, if beauty can pur-
Ease wealth and high place in society,
Aen shall | be rich
Her voice was firm, when she told her
Eesolye, and, while she looked in TO my
face, her eyes flashed; her little foot again