The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1859-02-03
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"To think" said she, suddenly turning to
me with musical laugh, "tbat. In all this
tine, you haven't mentioned the baby I"
kHoW gave q violent start, and tkink
I turned pale. After I had run the gauntlet
of ell these questions triumphantly, as then
thought, this new danger stared me in the
face. How wes ever to describe baby,
who had never noticed one I My courage
sank below zero, but in some proportion the
blood rose to my face, and think my teeth
fairly chattered in my head.
"Don't be afraid that I shall not sgmpn.
thize in your rOptures," continued my tor.
mentor, as almost considered her. 81 an
quite prepared to believe anything after Jen-
MES letter-you should see how che cares
about him."
Him! Blessed be goodness; then i,
must be boy
"Of course" said ], blushiug and STAN.
merng, but feeling it imperative to say some.
hing, 1--WE consider him the finest fellow in
the world; but you might not agree with us,
end in order to leave your judgment snabi-
| ased, ! won't describe him TO you"
"Ah /! but know just how he looks, for
Jennie had no such sampe-so you may
spare yourself the trouble or happiness,
whichever it is-but tell me what you mean
to call him 7"
"We have not decided upon nome "
"Indeed! thought she mesnt to give him
yours ~
"The deuce she did !" thousht I. "No;
one OF name is enough in family" l an.
swered.
The demon Of inquisitiveDess, that, to my
thinking, had instigated my fair companion
heretofore. now ceased TO possess her, for
we talked Of various, Indifferent things, and
l had the relief of not being compelled to
draw on my imagination at the expense OF
my conscience, when gave the particulars
Of my recent journey from Boston. Yet
was far from feeling at euse, for every sound
of her voice startled me with dread of fresh
questions, necessary, but impossible 10 be
answered, and felt guilty flush stealing
up my temples. every time met the look OF
those beautiful blue eyes.
II was late when we stopped for supper,
and soon after saw the dark fringes of nv
fair companion's eyes droop long and often,
ard begnn to realize that che ought to be
asleep. knew perfectly we'll that il was
Ny duty to offer her q resting place on my
shoulder, but hardly had courage to ask
tht innocent face to lie on my arm, which
was not, as she thought it, that of cousin
atd ttaffisd than. hecollecting, however
thut it was my duty TO makc her com 'or,sble
aud that | could scarcely deceive her mnre
than had aIreody d5bt; preferred the usu.
al crill:y' She slightly blu>hed, but thank
ed me, and accepted it BY leaning her head
lightly against my shoulder, and locking up
into my eyes with smile. "As you are my
cousin" she said. Soon after her eyes
closed, and she slept sweetly ana calmly,
as il resting In security and ptRce. look
ed at the beautiful face, slightly paled with
fatigue, that rested against me, and felt like
a villain. dared not touch her with my,
arm, although the bounding OF the cars JOS
tied her very much, but sat remorseful until
the sleeper settled the matter by slipping
forward, and awaking. ut 10 OF no use for
me to try to sleep with my bonnet on," she
said, "for it is very much in the way for me
! and | am sure it troubles you.' So she remov
ed it, giving me the pretty little toy, with it.
graceful ribbons and flowers, to put on the
rack above Us. preferred to hold it, tell.
ing her 1t would be safer with me, and after
few objections, she resigned it, being, 10
truth, too sleepy 10 contest the point; then
tying the blue si!k veil over her glossy hair,
she leaned against my shoulder, and slept
again. This time, when the motion began
to shake and annoy her, stihed the re.
proaches Of my conscience, and passing my
arm lightly round that slender waist, drew
her head upon my breast, where it lay oil
night. She slept the sleep of innocence,
serene and peaceful, but it is needless to
say that | could not close my eyes, or quiet
my conscience. I could only gaze down on
that beautiful, still face, and imagine how
1t would spring up and confront H., if che
what was, and how had deceived her, or
dreaming more wildly still, reproduce it in
a hundred scenes which had never before
paused to imagine, as the face of my Die.
hud never loved, unless the butterfly loves
of my summer sojourns at Newport or Sar.
atoga might be so dignifed, and still less
had I ever dreamed or thought Of marrying,
even as possible and far.of contingency.
Never before, / solemly aver, had seen the
woman whom wished to make my wife
never before, had | so longed to call anything
my own, as did that lovely face lying on
my heart. No; could not sleep!
In the morning we reached Buffalo. and
spent the day at Niagara. II l had thought
her lovely while sleeping, what was she,
when the light Of feeling and expression
played over her face, as she eloquently ad-
mired the scene before US, or was even more
eloqueutly still. don't think looked at
the Cataract as much as at her, or. thoughl
the. one creation more beautiful and wonder