Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1860-10-27
rhrllllnr Adren,ure.

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The tale sm about TO relate, Is not on,
OF wild daring or desperate courage nei
ther does it mysteriously whisper Of sheet
ed visions walking in midnight gloomj nev
ertheless, think it as startling an adgen
ture. as ever befel young maiden and OF
cTtful review Of all the circumsi ances
! have arrived at the conclusion that the
hair-breadth escapes and direful distress ol
the renowned Amanda Fitz.Allen weie not
TO he compared with it.
1t was one dreary afternoon, not long
since, when the rain seemed particularly
unwilling to descend, and so compromised
the matter by falling in heavy mist, Tint
descended to dinner in rather an unamiablc
mood, and l had or thought / had, good
cause for my unusual disturbance of tom
per tits almost needless for ME to assert
that generally am extremely mild and
cheerful-qnite angelic, in fact, but on this
occasion, confess, / had pouted for the
last twelve hours. 1t was but the Mon
day previous, at Mrs Moore's party, that
George Berkeley, after dancing two quadriles
and the Danish Polka with me, in success
sion, had asked me in the most charming
manner, if he might have the pleasure of
escorting me to the theatre the next even
ing. l looked wise--rehected if / had
any engogement--then graciously replied I;
l should be very happy And to think
that instead Of majestically sailing of with
him IN all the glory of my spring attire, |
was obliged to tell him. when he called for
me-looking so handsome too =
Il regret it extremely, but papa wishes
me TO wait year or two yet, before go
out with gcntlemen-he thinks me rather
too young =
/ coall have cried with vcxation, but as
this exhibition might possibly have induced
Mr.. Berkley to become Of papa's opinion, |
refrained, and bade him adieu with oil the
dignity of twenty-6v at least. He appear
ed to feel as much disappointed As |, though
and there was some comfort in that.
l dare say papa's conscience must have
smote him, or else my dolcfu looks troubled
him for as we were finishing dessert, be
said -
Annie, if you would like to go to the
theatre tonight, run mp stairs and get
ready. l will take YOU
My first idea was to pout, and say, I
did not care about it, but on sober second
thought, l quietly left the room.
'Afer al, said /, as mounted the stairs,
i can wear my beautiful big bonnet and
perhaps be may be there-who knowsP
1t vas not long before was fully array.
rayed, and scarce needing Bridget's hatter.
ing comment Indadc, miss, you look
rale beautiful sprang into the carriage,
which was soon rapidly whirling toward
Fulton Ferry. We reside in Brooklyn.
Ere another hour was deeply absorbed
in the misery of poor Efie Deans. Turn
ed my head TO wipe away the startling tear,
whenlo ! but little distance from me-
sat George Berkley, with that odous Ma
rion Raymond My tears remained fro.
zen TO my eyelids, and the woes of jennie
and Efiie vanished in thin air, George and
Marion were ignorant of my proximity ;
and lie trihed with her bouquet, nibbled
her sugar-pums, and famed her assduously
as tho she were the only being on earth
for him. What felt | cannot tell.
All, girls know some of you have
witnessed scenes like this-truly they need
no description of mine.
In what manner passed the rest of the
evening, l know not but when the play
was over, l rose with the invincble deter
minati0n to abjure his acquaintance at
once, and forever AS for her-detesta-
BILE creature The tears so blinded my
eyes, could scarcely follow papa through
the crowd. He dropped my arm q mo-
ment to find the carriage, and / stood chill
ly and cold in the damp night air, till
heard his impatient tone Come Annie |
quick darted forward, sprang in at
the open window, which closed rapidly, and
away we whirled down Broadway. Lean
ing back among the cushions, / allowed my
pride and grief to have full sway. And
devoutly hoping papa would not notice or
speak to me, ] allowed the bitter tears TO
rain silently down. There was a suffocat-
ing sensation in my throat, that caused me
to lower the window by my side, when a
gruff voice exclaimed =
Good heavens, Maria | what do you
want any more cold air in here for l am
nearly frozen now 7
Mercful powers ! who was it Where
was Surely that was not papa's voice
At this moment ray from passing gas.
light shone upon the opposite seat, and to
my horror, and dismay, instead of the gray
hair and placid brow of dear papa was a
mass of wavy black hair, heavy nous.
tache, keen dark eye, and most formi-
dabIe countenance, rubbed my ewes to
convince myself that was not dreaming :
but the fast receding light still glimmered
in those fierce dark eyes.
How came he here Where was papa ?
What right had that man in our carriage ?
These and thousand other questions came
crowding thickly, but fear and bewilderment
chained my tongue. / was just about es-
saying one desperate shriek-papa papa
when my amiable vis-a-vis spoke again :
What the deuce, Maria, makes you SO
sulky ? hope the next time you 90 to
the theatre you'll go with one of your
Eldridge for instance you'd be
sweet enough to him, | dare say | Maria,
are you asleep p
/ held my breatk in perfect agony.
He hestated a moment, then mutteriag:
Fast asleep, by Jove 7 deliberately set
tied himself down among the cushions; firsl
taking the preeaution to close the window
by my side,
Who could he be Z He surely could no
have murdered pap. and stolen his carriage
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