Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1860-11-28

by its azure strings. her hair in beautiful
confusion, her hands full of blossoms for
of course tie cardinal flowers had lurcd
her hither,) her cheeks fushed-nOt
blowzed-her lips pOuting with vexatiOn
as the mud-embedded slipper refused to
return to its allegiance; and so vivid was
my fancy | was ON the point Of lesping
acreSS the stream to her rescue, when
Shiny. shining villainous snake wiggled out
from the tall grass close to my feet and
restored my scattered senses. l put an
untimely end to his existence, tucked the
slipper into the breast pocket of my coat,
and gathering bunch cf cardinal-howers.
made my way back to my lodging at the
village inn.
Hitherto my observation at table had
been ccnfned to my immediate neighbors.
knew that the man on my right was u
yellow dyspeptic, who drank spring water
and ate stale bresd; my UiS-a-riS was Il
fusSy, fcshy woman, with All immense
quantity Of snowy jcwelry, while the neigh
bOr on my left was an elderly young lady
in false curls and gold bowed spectacles.-
Further than these my eyes had not wan
dered, but now | had an object Perhaps
my cinderella was dwelling under the
same root, partaking of the same fare and
and at the same table with me; and had
not behcld her. | walked home with
cOntemplative yet exalted frame of mind,
assembled to my room on the second floor,
deposited my boquet in the yellow and
green earthen mug that ornamental the
wash stand, and was proceeding to exam
inc my person in the seven by nine inch
looking glass, when there fell hasty rap
on the door. followed by the intrusion of
black lace cap, trimed with snuff colorcd
ribbons which recognized as the proper
ty of my landlords good wife. She was
in puff of excitement, and burst forth
with. ... .-.fs .-
"Therei / am glad to see you, Doctor -
She Was always particular to call me doc
tor. a''COme right along to No 8, and see
that poor Miss What's her name. Don't
stop to prink, for she Il never know wheth-
cr you are black or grey. She's in such
pain
'.ChOlera mOrbus2'' 1 suggested
g.. Lord, no. ehild-ankle.." with disa-
greeablc emphasis on the Child"
followed Mrs. Keys across the entry.
and was met on the threshold of No. 5 by
Miss What's s-her- names maternal relative
in tears. She had put her daughter to
bed, drawn dewn the scant curtains of
sixpcnny patch, and filled the room with
spirits of camphor and hartshorn. .,Geor-
gianne is alwa in trouble" she sighed,
'shc is so daring, and now she has sprain-
cd her her-do look at it. Doctor.
In a moment the delicate ankle was
shrinking and trembling in my hand, sad
ly infanled and rapidly swelling. | dis
patched Mrs. Keys for wormwood and vim
egar, and ventured glance at the pillow;
but there was visible ouly veil of long,
rich. black hair, escaped from illet and
comb, and running wild over Miss Geor-
gianne'S face and the rcd and green bed
spread. | confess to the secret hope that
this lady might net prove the 'Cindcrella;'
for the midnight hair could belong to none
other than brunette, with wide open.
mischievous black eyes and numbcrlcss CO.
quettish airs and graces- the exact opTo-
site to my delicious Hebe. Nevertheless,
l had the curiosity to examine the hotel
book when at liberty, and there learned
that No . was occupied by Mrs Ward
Efinsham and daughter of Albany.
That evening, according to my estab-
lished habit, l 10 Inged out upon the bal
ny in M dressing gown to enjoy cigar
and the starlight, and dream of the pos
sibilitics arising from the bit of slipper
that lay helpless in my pocket. am ready
to affirm that the thought of open windows
or the vicinity of No. 5 did not occur to
my mind until Mrs. Effingham's voice
smote upon my innocent ear.
''Psha! that disgusting cigar! George,
love, does it make you faint ~ .,r
mot in the least, mamma; 1 like ii.
1T must be that young Stebbins. I'm
worried to death least he shouldn't pursue
the proper treatment with your ankle. L
don't believe he ever had patient be-
: fore.
He was gentle enough" in sleepy
tone frcm Miss Georgianne.
Hum! l don't ike bis brusque man
neri evidently unused to society; came in
this morning in linen blouse and no
neekerchief, and his hair all ever his
ears" .--r 49, ...-- ...-.
Then | shall just Ike him. mamma! l
never could endure your prla raen- To-
morrow shall look at tim-but am gs-
ing to sleep now" And as she drnwssi
, of, [ retired to my room to muse on the
), shock my vanit.' had received i
GeOrgiaDne Ef6Dsham was beautiful
young woman; but having adaaitted that l
am neither artist or poet, no one viii an-
ticip9te minute description Of her charms
: 1t is sufficient to say that, at the first
4 glance had of her face, Isstruck my col
: iors; blue-eyed iiebe vanished, aud grace
S ful, living, breathing Diana fOated in her