Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1860-10-13

4 oa his head, for not thread of silver
cleaned in his brown hair, and his keen
eyes had a ray Of mischief in them, that
betokened an unfailing fount of good ma
ture somewhere is his capacious heart.
A gallant man was The Judge, yet with
all somewhat fastidious in his notions of
female propriety, and dreading strong
minded woman as though she we're the
Arch Enemy in disguise At present he
was rusticating for a weeks at the pleas.
ant country homo of one Of his relatives,
where he was gladly welcomed, as indeed
he was everywhere.
The quiet of Maple Glen was broken
shortly after the above conversation, by
the advent of Miss Maude Latimer, ward
of Mr.. Smith, and who had just finished"
at a fashionable boarding school. Though
cousin Jenny had much to say to our gal
liant hero concerning her darling Maude,
yet he paid very little attention to it, not
having in fact much opinion of the intel
ectual abilities of boarding school mis-.
sss, as he was pleased to term them
Still, rs a cousins guest, he was prepared
to receive her with Difference, though it
must be confessed his anticipations were
no. of the most pleasant nature. 1t was
late one evening when Miss Maude arrived,
and he only caught glimpse of slight
figure in sober, gray travelling dress,
which figure was raptuously seized and
embraced by Jenney.
The next morning at the breakfast Ia
bic they we're tremendously introduced !;
even the Judges critical eye was at fault
rs be scanned the 1.-the, slender form be-
fore him, the clear, dark grey eyes, and
the brown hair, lying smoothly about the
high, white brow. No sickly sen,imeu-
talism was there, but an earnest, true soul
had stamped its impress upon every tea-
ture 1t would be needless to state all the
incidents that marked the progress OF the
friendship which sprung up between the
Judge and Maude. Had they met in So
ciety, the result would have been very diff
terent, but being under the same roof
thrown in constant companionship aud
with minds that perfectly accorded. they
could not but be friends.
Maude was well read in the best litera-
turc of the day, and her cult atsd mind
had grasped the grand thoughts Of the
master spirits Of the age, and made them
all her own. The well Furnished library of
Maple Glen was the scene Of many pleas.
ant morning hours spent in listening, as
one or the other read, to the strains Of the
great old bards, "whose footsteps echo
down the corridors Of time
Then there were long rides, taken
through the winding woodland roads, and
along the rocky banks Of the picturesque
riyer that wound around Maple Glen, and
sails on the crystal lake whose clear wa.
ters were embosomed in the green hills
There were gorgeous sunsets to be admired
together, when the dying day drew about
bin all his royal drapery of crimson, pur'
pie and gold, and died in blaze of glory
calm, solemn moonlight evenings whose
perfect beauty filled the heart too deep for
utteranee and sometimes, yes, often, there
we're times when they watched the sun lit,
bis head above the eastern hills, and saw
the earth gloried with fresh baptism OF
lovliness.
Yes, the Judge and Maude got along
amazingly we'll together, aud cousin .Ien-
ny smiled to herself as she saw it, but like
prudent little woman, as she was, she
kept her own counsel and said nothing
the sensibilities of our hero were destined
to receive rude shock. One morning he
entered the library in search of some book
he wished to consult, and discovered
Maude engaged in the persual of some
thing interesting, evidently, for his en-
trance failed to attract her attention. He
watched her few moments in silence,
and then said:
"May ask what has the honor Of alb
sorbing your thoughts SO completely this
morning, Miss Maude? ?"
| She started slightly, and laughed as she
answered.
sob, Douglas last speech! It's grand
isn't it2"
Imagine his feelings. Especially when
it is taken into consideration that the
Judge was republican Of the deepest
dye, and consequently entertained about
the same affection for Douglas and his
speeches as rabid dog might be supposed
to entertain for q stream of water. He
made wry face in spite Of himself, aad
Maude, looking up, caught him in the act.
why, Judge" said she "you are no.
q republican, hope ?" s..
81 am happy to say am,' replied he
rather stitily. .a E..".
g am sorry for you, my friend, must
say" said Maude, while her eyes danced
with mirh to see how shocked he looked
"And you are
"A democrat, and Of the most ardent
stamp to be sure," returned she.
Well, every one to their own taste,
and Maude was alone again.
What Judge Compton's meditations
were it would be difficult to say, but tha,
night his dreams we're not Of the mos,
agreeable character. He was rather SHY
Of Maude for day or two, but gradually