The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1859-12-01
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"Just because / wouldn't be
preachers wife,"
"Tell me your particular objection
to being preachers wilep
"In the first place, | would have tc
lay off all this jewelry, dress in plair
calico, wear an old bonnet withou,
ribbon, and look as sanctimonious as
Moses did when he viewed the prom,
ised. land. And then | would be
afraid to speak for fear Of saying
something wrong"
"All this does not necessarily fol.
low, Liddie. I'm sure he could not oh,
ject to your dress, for there is never
anything gaud dy about you,"
Sand then to think of my strag.
Cling round and round a circuit, on an
old bony horse. The idea is perfectly
shocking"
81 hope you would not; couldn't
you board at some place, and let him
go on and attend to his appointmentsr'
"Board yes, and see him once a
month My love, if should have any,
would certainly become estranged.--
But why are you talking to me in such
a way, Isabelle! If you are so much
pleased with the Rev. John w. Hack
away, go and marry him. You'll
never tie me to Methodist circuit.
rider"
81 don't know that you could get
him, Liddic, were you ever so anx.
ious; but ! imagine that you would
suit him, and feel confident that he is
the man for you"
Yes, see now whatyou are after ::
you want chance to catch George
Thornton, and think yvu will be safe
by putting me off Oh some little old
preacher"
"No, Liddic: if had my choice
would certainly take Mr.. llackaway,
for he is far superior, in every respect,
to George Thornton"
"Don'L insult me, Isabelle: perhaps
my judgment is not inferior to yours,
end certainly have as good right to
my opinion"
"Vcry true; but, Liddie, we cannot
judge of persons until we know them,
nor form correct opinion"
81 know Mr.. Hackaway is a Meth.
odist circuit-rider; that is enough for
me to know: besides this, think |
am competent to attend to my own
affairs"
81 beg pardon, Liddic, for what |
have said; but promise me this, that
you will tell me what you think of
him after you have made his acquain.
tance."
81 will; but you had better wish
not to hear it,
The two young ladies who have
been introduced to the reader were
members Of the first families in the
county Of -. Isabelle IIamden
was an attractive girl, although given
to some little cccentricitiCs not peCu.
liar to her sex. in her disposition,
there was something which caused
her olttimes to study her own inter,
est, even at the expense of others
and ilshe was cxcelled by others in
any respect, a spirit of envy was GER
tainly manifested. She was almost a
nondcscript, and it required Il tho
rough investigation to read her true
character. In point of intellect she
had but few equals, for which she Ger.
tainly meritcd admiration.
Liddie Norwood had just passed
her twentieth summcr--g gotten through
with the years in which girls general
ly commit great follies, especially in
matters of love, and had arrived, it
may be said, at the years of discrc.
ton. She was not beautiful, yet
pretty enough to gal the admiration
Of any. Her eyes, though not black,
were sparkling-her form symmctri'
cal, features regular, complexion rir,
and checks rosy. She possessed those
qualities Of the mind and soul which
none can fail to appreciate, and tho
often wild and romantic in her no.
tions, she seldom stepped beyond the
bounds ofreason. In q word, she was
Il frank, free, noble hearted girl.
George Thornton was IL dashy
young man of fve.and twenty, very
anu the sole possesSor OF IL
large estate. Liddie was pleased with
him, and yet she hesitated to become
mistress of his fortunes. Ills habits
were not altogether such as she would
desire, and he was extremely wicked.
The next Sabbath, the day on which
she was to hear the new preacher,
was the time set apart for her decis-
ion, and had determined upon giving
him IA favorable answer.
"He loves me-" she thought; "and
| can lead him whilhersoever | will"
Sabbath came. Liddie was ready
when George arrlved--lhey dashed
off, full of loves young hopes. 1t was
an inviting day, and the church was
full of anxious listeners.
Mr.. Hackaway arose, looked over
his intelligent audience, and in a calm,
unembarrassed voice. read an appro-
pirate psalm. Liddie's eyes were
riveted upon him, and she was aston.
shed at the strange feelings which had
so suddenly possessed her. The hymn
was sung, the prayer offered, and
ne entered upon his sermon. His
subject was "Christian sympathy"
founded upon that little text, Jesus
wept." The discourse was some
thing over an hour in length, and yet