The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1859-02-03
RAvENNA, THURSDAY. FEBRUARY 8, 1859.

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Tor the door OF the handsome house befor,
which We stopped was thrown open. and
pretty womani followed BY a fine. iookipt
blaek'whiskefea gentleman, whom I suppos
ed to be my namesOke, rushed down the
steps. There were loud ekcama,ions o
ustonishment and pleasure, a cordial wei.
come' and some rapid questions, TO which
Florence returned very low and quiet an.
swerS' and quickly extricating herself from
the confusion, presented me as "Mr. LIE
Roy your husbands namesake, and the
gentleman who kindly took charge Of me, u
glanced at her face to see If che were
mocking me, but it was pale and grave
Mrs. lie Roy opened her pretty eyes widely,
but was too well.bred to express surprise,
and after introducing me to her husband in
the same terms, invited me into the house.
Hardly conscious of what did, or Of any.
thing except that was still in the presence
OF Florence, from which could no, endure
to Danish myself. ! followed them into
handsome parlor, where sat an old lady, who
my conscience told me was the rheumatic
aunt had so cruelty beled. Florence.
herself; Presented me to this lady, who was
fixture, md unable to rise from her chair.
and before could stammer an apology and
retire, related 10 her own way chow different
from mine) the mistake by which she had
been placed in my care, and the history Of
the journey, in which it appeared cur host,
MIR. lie Roy, had been fellow passenger
When she had ended, they all crowded about
me, warmly expressing their thanks for nv
"kindness and consideration" to my utter
bewilderment and surprise, and cordially in.
Viting me to remain with them, and make the
acquaintance of my namesake and family.
! detached myself from all this unexpected
kindness as soon as could, for fancied |
read aversion in the flushing and paling face,
and dropping eyes of Florence, and with one
last look at her, left the room. A momeu,
ai:et, felt the touch of light hand on nv
arm, and turning. saw, with mute surprise,
that she had followed me into the ves,ibule.
"Nir. LIE Roy" she said, hurredly, III
cannot let you 60 away misunderstanding
me as ] see you do. II was silent while
you so humbly apologized for the noble, gen.
erous, and honorable delicacy OF your con.
duct, it was not from anger, believe me, but
because | was at first too much astonished,
afterwards too much moved and grateful to
speak. | owe you more than can sav, and
should be miserable, indeed, If false shame,
which you see mas not prevented my telling
you this, should prevent you from continuing
an acquaintance so strangely begun. Trust
me, sir, | speak the truth !"
| don't know what answer made. for the
revulsion of feeling was almest too great for
words, and the rapture OF knowing, as |
looked down into her lovely face, that il
Yves not for the last time, quite took away
the little sense l had remaining. If you
want to know'how felt, ask man who ia
going to be hung, how he would feel to. be
reprieved.
Well. how time flies 1t certainly does
not seem five years since all this happened,
yet Cousin Jennie (my Cousin Jennie now
80 bitterly reproaches US in her last letter
for not visiting her in oil that time, that We
have again undertaken the journey, but un.
der different auspices, since Florence is
Florence Dundard no more, and sleeps upon
my arm IN the cars no longer bushingy