Delaware inquirer. (Wilmington, Del.) 1859-18??, 1860-03-24
MY GHOST.

Daisy came to us at Christmas
and that Christmas saw tho end of our engage
ment II is useless to detail all the pretty
words and loings which led to this rupture
My mother is dead, (GOd rest her soul y ana
tlc wrong that she did Was done for love OF me.
She would have been jealous OF any one whom
loved better that hcrsclf-ior whom medi-
tated leaving her; and 10 Daisy she had taken
A strong dislike before she even save her.
They were the oppOsites Of each other, and
could no more sympathize than fire could min
gle with water Ny mother was of cold tenn
aerament, precisely bred, looking upon sur
face properties as vital matters, never suffering
Il wave ofpassion or strong feeling to disturb
the visible level of her nature, proud OF her
good blood aud Of her competent wealth.
Daisy was what | have sketched her; and,
moreover, she was poor, aud neither knew nor
cared about her pedigree. Ny mothers or
tlodoxy was shocked at her rambling specu-
ations; il was a sin, she thought for any girl
10 have deep thought beyond her catechism,
her creed and the established Interpretation
therefore She was shocked At her undisgus-
ed iondness for me; when Daisy ON my iirst
arrival ran M to me and hung about my neck,
my mother blushcd scarlet. had dreaded
their coming together and the event soon saw
would prove worse than my forebodlngs. Ihe
first symptom of my mothers aversion was a
me then came the old hints about cunning
pntrapments, and in addition illusions to want
ofmodesty and religion; then palmer saying !
and the issue was hard words between mother
and son, and consequent quarrel and estrange-
ment,
Your mother does not like me-" said my
moor little betrothed 10 me continually, and
looked in my face with her solemn eyes, and
read the truth there though my lips denied It,
1t was soon plain enough Greater familiari-
ty cmboldened my mothers tongue, and cruel
nuendors and relentless sarcasms became
broader and broader day by day. My mother
is dead (God rest her soul y and will write
nomore of this, for cannot write forgivingly
even now. One morning my darling came to
me. and said quietly, "You shall not marry
me,p and then She threw herself into my arms
and kissed me passonately, and she was gone.
stormed and ragged in vain. That episode OF
my life was over. o Daisy Daisy il hearts
do bleed-do in their agony, wiring forth bit
Ter tears of bood--then my heart blcd when |
lost you
Did cry ont G Daisy2' No, wife, you have
fallen asleep over your work and dreamed 1t,
Do not come TO look over me, You shall read
the story when it is iini he'd,
Il X u
Isowed Il plentiful crop of wild oatsa at Cam
bridge, which bore their mingled produce OF
good and i'll. When came home after degree,
for a week, before set offfor Italy, was much
more cynical and stoical than in the days ofmy
lnatriculation. The old heart-wounds had
cicarized long ago and the heart had become
more callous in cicatrization, II would nave
taken much to make me fall in love now, and
if had done so | should have stifled the weak
ness before had confessed ii even to myself
That past quarrel was made up between my
mother and me but we generally, by mutual
consent, fenced round that ugly pit with wall
Of silence had lost all sight of the Main
warnigs never heard their name, never SUI
fered myself to think about them. Only in my
dreams little Daisy would sometimes rise up
her head dropping beneath the weight OF Drown
hair, and her solemn eyes fixed always tender
" on mine. Lowther had been my fellow-col-
legau; but he. the rich man, did not stay to
take his degree as did, to whom the prestige
ofthat ceremony would be servieable ut the bar
So Of Lowthcr had lost sight also, for yeai
or more
On the last morning of my sojourn at hom'
before my departure, sat reading my letters a
the breakfast table-reading aloud scral
here and there which thought might interes
my mother Suddenly became silent, as in
letter from college friend came upon thi
passage;
You remember old Lowther. Didyou eve
think it possible that the stolid Hercules woul'
.ho - - ~ iIorcuics ;so slave, and only all hi
waai.i III "I Will ransom him, liz Is Going TO b.
,n,sn;aa rio afr,ir is IN come off Immediate
ly Omphale is not precisely queen in fact
i n noor little devil Of milliner, or COVER
ness. or something of that sort her name |
lIainwarino people talk with horror abou
the mesaiIaace do not see it in that light
4 man might do worse than marry millinci
You see am reading ordination, and E