The Ripley advertiser. [volume] (Ripley, Miss.) 1843-1897, 1860-04-11

drumming on the piano of that oil
maid from Providence makes tn
saloon uninhabitsble. They are talk
ing politics in the bar.roun. Th'
very sight of the newspaper gives M
n qualm. l invoIuntarily begin t.
dose. when that Internal gong sound,
the hour Of dress. No matter; any
thing for relief. Dinner is insufera
Bile more chow and mise than relisi
and comfort How gladly | escap.
to the garden and smoke That re
minds me Of what ! told Jone. yes
terday about matrimony. He laugh
ed at me. But there's no mistake
about il. Catch me to give up my
freedom, and provide for Il family
be pe.tered with a whole s,ring %
new connections, when can't beai
those | have now-never have a mo
ment to myself--be obliged to get uT
IN the night for a doctor-have to
pay for boys schooling and be pla
gued TO death by him for my pains
be bothered constantly with bad ser
vants--see my wife lose her beauty
in a twelvemOnth from care-my god.
dess become mere house hold drudge
give up cigars--keep precise hour-
take care OF sick children to
market never, never, never"
A. his revery thus emphalcally ter.
minated, Mcneil slowly raised him.
self to a sitting posture, in order to
ascertain the state of the weather
when sight presented itself which II,
once put his philosophy to flight and
startled him from his composure. -
He did not cry out but hushed hi.
breath. But side him lay femaIr
form in profound slunber. Her
hair had escaped from its confinement
and lay in the richest proiuson a
roond her face. There was "A deli
cate glow upon her cheeks. The lips
were rcarletly parted. The brow
was perfectly serene. One arm was
thrust under her head, the other lay
stretched upon the coverlid. 1t wa-
one Of those accidental attitudes
which sculptors love to embody. The
bosom heaved regularly. One fsl'
that il was the slumber ot an innocent
creature, and that beneath that calm
breas, beat a kindly aud pure heart
Mcneil bent over this vision, for so
at first it seemed to him. as did Mar.
cis.u. over the crystal water. The
peaceful beauty Of that face enter.
ed his very soul. He trembled at the
still regularity Of the long, dark eye
la.hes, as il it were death personified
Recovering himself, all at once some
Thing familiar struck him in the coun
tensnce. He thought awhile, and
the whole mystery was solved. She
occupied the adjoining chamber; she
had gone down stairs in the night
to procure something for the invalid,
and, On returning, entered, in the
darkness. the wrong room, and, fancy,
ing her mother asleep, had very quiet,
Iy taken her place, aud was very .oon
lost in slumber. No sooner did this
idea take possession Of Mcneil, than,
with the utmost caution and a noise.
less movement he rtole away. and re-
moved every vestige Of his presence
into a vacant apartment opposite.
leaving the fair intruder TO suppose
she slone had occupied the room.
At breakfast he observed the mother
and daughter whisper and smile 10
gether, and soon a.certained that they
had no suspicion Of the actual state OF
the case. With the delicacy that be
|onsed to his character, Mcneil in
vowed to keep the secre. for.
ever in his own breast. Meantime,
with much apparent hiIarity, he pre-
pared to accompany Jones to Lake
George. His companion marvelrd to
perceive this unwoDted gsieiy wear
off as they proceeded in their ride
Mcneil became silent and pen-ive.--
The evening was very fine, and the.
went upon the lake to enjoy ,hr
moonlight. Jones sung his best song
awoke the echoes with his bugle.
His friend remained silent, wrapped
in his cloak, at the boats stern. Al
last very abruptly, he sprung up, and
ordered the rowers to land him
- Where are you going ?" inquired
Jones. ITO Saratoga" was the re
ply. mot tonight. surely p Yes.
now this instant" Entertaining some
fears for his friends safety, Jones re-
devoted that lovely night to
a hard ride over a sandy road, instead
pf lingering away its delightful hours
On the sweet bosom Of the lake.
Six months after, Mcneil married
The widows daughter. and the ensu,,
ing GUNNER, when met him at Sara.
toga Springs. he assured me he found
It a delightful residence. d.
Horrible Death from Snuff Dip
"faa@7 ping. aH ors-r
Miss. Tennessee Gibson died last
week in Arkansss, from the effects Of