The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1860-08-14
HLLSDALE, MICH, TUESDAY, AUG. ii, 1860.

ing your thoughts SO coulpIelcly lhls noii
ing, Miss Mando9'
She started slightly, and laughed, rs sh
answered.
"Oh, Stewards last speech! It's grand
isn't its"
Imagine his feelings, especially when it i
taken into consideration that the Judge wa
Democrat of tho most ardent stamp, ant
consequently entertained about the same af
fiction for Seward and his speeches, that
rabid dog mahr have for stream Of water
Hc made up a wry face in spite OF himself
and Maude, looking up, caught him IN the act
"Why, Judge" said she smiling, "you are
not Democrat | hope|
81 am happy to say | am replied he
rather stiifly.
81 am sorry for you NV friend, [ must
say said Maude, while her eyes danced with
mirth to SEQ how shocked the Judge looked
"And you are"
A republican, and Of the backest dye tc
he sure" returned she.
Well, every one to their taste,' and
Maude was alone again.
What Judge Comptons meditations were
il would be difficult to say, but that night he
dreamed that Maudc was President of the
United States, and in the act of giving hel
hand to Seward, who was a big negro with
intensified woollv hair, and thick lips, and
Henry Ward Beecher was performing the
marriage ceremony. He was rather shy OF
Maude for day or two but gradually affairs
returned to Their old channel
One quiet afternoon Jennie and Maude
were alone together, the gentlemen being ab
sent on some business or other They were
seated on the piazza with their sewing, con-
versing on various feminine topics, or pausing
to admire the quiet beauty of the blue sky
cleaning through the heavy foliage of the
trees. or of the golden bars Of sunlight that
lay upon the thick, green grass At length
Maude made som" remark that had tnge of
her political opinions in it, and Jennie laugh
ingly said.
"Now, Maudc, what's the use of talking in
that style! You'll marry Democrat some
day, and then what will become Of yow poll
tics?'
"But shan't, though" said Maude, ener-
geticalv, 81 wouldn't marry ST. Paul him
self, if knew he were a Democratw
"Why, Maude," said Jennie, her black eyes
enlargiug themselves considerably, YOU really
look as if YOU were in earnest! What are
your reasons, may ask?'
because | should fear that man whose
principles would allow him to support such a
system Of fraud, oppression and wrong, would
make a poor husband"
"Neverthcless, I'll wager my pet cameo
pin against your new riding hat, that Won will
not only receive an offer from a Democrat,
within two weeks, but will accept him.
81 accept the bet and refuse the man in ad-
vance" said Maude. bending over her work.
that her companion might not see the blush
cs that burned on her cheek and brow; $50
consider your cameo is mine"
We shall see," answered Jennie gaily, as
she turned to welcome her husband, who en-
vol jnst tho"
Judge Campton was to leave Maple Glen
IL few days, aud tie final catastrophe came
ut last. Il happa auel in this wise. The pur-
PIE gloom Of the diving twilight had Just melt
~ away in the silver beams ofthe rising moon,
that threw dancing shadows of tree and flow
or on the velvetv lawn when Maudc and the
Judge returned from ride and sat down on
the vine wrealhol piazza. Maudes had So
Der, dreamy look in her clear depths and per-
haps the mystic beauty of the night had cast
its spell over them, for both were silent. At
length she looked up, but for an instant, for
her companion, were fixed upon her face with
an intense gaz,. as if he would rend her very
soul and she looked down as quickly, while
a faint flush crept over her white brow.
"Maude, / love you! Will YOU be my
wife !"
1t was noble. this earnest, manly decara
ton, and Maude felt it, after all the unmean-
ing ilattery t. which she had so long listened.
For moment she hesitated, then something
Of her od saucnoss came back, as she recall
ed the conversation with cousin Jennie, and
glancing up she said. demurelv:
MY dear Judge, know of but one ohjec
ton"
Name it," he Exclaimed eagerly.
"Onlv this | have made solemn prom
ise, long since, never to marry Il person Of
your peculiar political belief
Maude, this j, no time for trfling. 1t
may be nothing to yoa, but il is more than
life or death to me. | am serions in this
matter"
$50 am |"
"And is this all for which You reject mel"
"AlL"
IL have been mistaken in you, Maude3 l
imagined YOU had "a heart"
Another moment and she was alone. The
moon peeped in between the waving sprays
Of the vine Just then and saw something very
much like tear in Maulcs eye as with a
troubled face she entered the house, and
made her way TO her cousins quiet room, ac.
costing her thus:
Jennie I've done it,
" Done what"
Refused the Judge
How, and where! Tell me all about it."
And as Maude in word, told what hal
passed, Jenuic's gay laugh rang out as she ex-
claimed " Good. wish | could have seen
his lIighness' face when he found out that
on, woman hal real politics to some purpose.
What, tear in your eye, Puss? Don't feel
bad. We shall see what we shall see, and il
the judge is not conlcn,ed, why-you will
have win i.caed your principles at least" |
don't think Maude was comfortcd much.