Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1860-03-08

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knows IT,
well, Marian, | will leave them to man
age it themselves Her mother would be
delighted, know, but I'd much rather Ber.
tina would have Warren. But came near
forgetting Bertha wants you 10 cone over
there to tea. Your aunt has gone to the
scwiog-circle, and she's alone. viii you
comep
Iwent.
'Wii' you come into my room, young Ia.
diesp asked Mr. Lyndc after tea. Il believe
II Is the pleasantest room in the house at
this time of day. ...
Wen not let you write said Bertha cad.
ing the way. Wen examine his pspers,
Marian, and see IL there are any stray
rhymes among them. suspect MIN of be.
ing poet.'
ut is a wonder am not with such an in
spirstion near me- he said. smiling; but
must resign all claims to that distinction ,
Here's just the paper TO write poems on
said my cousin, taking up qure of Bath
post as thick and glossy as lily leaves; 'ouly
it isn't lined. It's only your fanatics, like
Marian, who use unruled paper; for me,
want true-blue line Of precedent 10 set my
ideas on
How pretty Bertha looked that day, with
her dress the color of an autumn mist with
a sunbeam dissolved in it, anj that spric OF
evergreen. IN her She had taken it
from my bosome when came in. gave
her a hower. a o.. .
Grown yourself with this, Bertha, and
give me my arbor vip,' | said; 1T doesn't
suit you.' .....l., H..
'And why noi! asked Mr. Ly ynde, with a q
searching glance in my face. ,
The evergreens are natures fanatics
said-'green in season and out of season;
and Bertha blooms only in orthodox times
and ways. Here's an aster would no mere
blossom in spring than my cousin would
laugh in church when you were preachiug;'
aud wound it into her curls as she stood
in single stray sunbeam, looking 60 beau
tiluI she hunt me. ..-..
Il hope you wouldn't do that ciiher,' he
said, smiling. yet coloripg. q,
Indeed might, Sir, ii any thing comical
happened. ] could laugh more easily in
church than any where else
Not il your deeper feelings were aroused
he replied, gravely. If one goes there con-
scious Of eternity she will. feel no d,sposi.
tion TO trifle;' and he turned 10 put some
boUks upon a shelf.
| Here was the displeasure l had wished
for. but scarcely felt it as delightful as
had anticipated. Indeed, | could have wept
f it had not been for BeEiha's exulting
smile. turned the leaves of book blind.
ly, trying TO hide my burning cheek. SO
he judged Inc. Barlha's Ieeper feelings
were aroused iorsoolh, aud | was the tiff n.
Well, perhaps it was So. Her deeper feel
ings we've awake. indeed, quite to the dregs
preferred triilng.
Il must 60, DEAR said, recovering my
self. Il have an engagement this evening.
| am sorry, but must go.'
Must |. really! Bertha was so sorry. She
wouii get my bonnet il would have it, but
it was too bad! und she went with great
alacrily to fetch my things.
The door had scarcely closed upon he.
when | was aware that Mr.. Lynds stood by
me in the window. | would not appear to
see him, but kept my eyes fixed upon the
sunset. f ..r.... ....
'Marian' he said softly.
turned to him quickly. He was standing
beside me with tears in his eyes, aud with
such tender face that my heart leaped.
Forgive me, dear; didn't mean to wound
you. know you better than to mean what
| soid!' and he held out his hand to me-
What ight had 10 be angry ~ih one so
much older and better than |! How was
worthy that he should ask me to pardon him
for giving deserved re2roIl! l bent my
heud ill my lips touched his hand, and then
turned hastily TO take my bonnet from Ber-
tina, who entered at that moment. A sing he
fierce ray darled from her ewes, but they
melted in a moment and she led me to the
door, holding my hand and kissing the good
by. ss. .....,. ......< *.
Afer that Bertha was always between
me and every thing clinging. and kissing
and watching me, ill :, longed TO fling her
off, but could not. She was my cousin, "a nd
our families we're always together, aud any
trouble between us would communicate it.
self to the rest. Then, what 2retext had
|! Be- tha was wary and left me. nothing
: to tell, and a Il my ool,lness could not offen
her. knew the girls art and her object
and yet she made me believe, at last, that
Mr.. Lynce was at some pains TO be able 10
regard me with Christian charity. but thu,
she was the light of his eyes. 1t was evil
dent enough that he liked her in rank
way. lie liked to talk with her, to look at
her, TO hear her sing md she rave him