Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1860-03-16
an Original Story,
The Brothers Revenge.
Written for the "Fnmelt Journal" by Leila

Look on the bright side, Minnie dear;
look on the bright side That sad look i'll
becomes thee, my pretty sister. There is
nothing so dread as dark frown on thy
fair brow Oh! and now tears, tool come
here; why, Minnie, this is all borrowed
trouble The next mail will bring you the
expected letter | am sure. Come, come,
cheer up! I've Just come with the carriage
TO take you out. Get your shawl; ride this
fine morning will do you good-come.'
'Oh, Frank, you're dear good brother,
and | am sorry to pain you with these
tears. But sometimes they will come all
uubidden; and this morning-oh brother,
what can it mean? Two weeks, and not
one word, and then that letter to herl-
What am | to think? How can l bear it,?
If
'Oh don't borrow trouble l tell you.-
Minnie come, let's 90 now, and well talk it
over on the way. Get your things, and
smile, darling; just for me-
well will
And now sweet smile-somcwhat sad
though-dccks her fair brow and lights up
those soft dark eyes with beauty Frank
almost worshps; putting his arm gently
round her waist, he draws her towards him,
and kissing her fondly, whispers:
Tears are not for such bright eyes, and |
should feel very like shooting any man.
Col. Lincoln not exceptcd-who would will
lingIv cause them. But now for the ride
this gay sunshine will bring back your usu-
ally fine spirits
III be ready in Just one moment and
tripping up stairs, she dons her things and
the next instant sees them whirling rapidly
down the graveled road leading through
the large gate from their elegant home intc
the main road beyond.
Frank and Minnie, as the reader has al
ready learned, were brother and sister, anC
the only and idolized children of the wealthy
Mr.. Ashbcrton, who had thus far been S,
protected and shielded as to scarcely realiz
that there was a dark side of life, although
Frank points Minnie so charmingly to tn
bright side this morning. Frank had ha'
every advantage, and was now Just returned
from college, graduate with high honors
intending to spend few months amid tn
pleasures of home, in the society of hi
gentle Minnie, whom he loved with pure
ardent devotion, and then complete hi
studies in foreign lands. He had nobl
ambitions, and high hopes, and was a youn
l. man of fine promise. His appearance an
y talents were such that his family were prou
to call him their own; and Minnie, ia
little creature upon whom every indulgenc
o had been lavshed, and whose winning
gentle manners bad rendered her unive
d sal favorite, thought her brother almo
perfection; and was never happier tina
A, when seated beside him in their fine ca
!, !. riage. before which their noble 'Blackhaw
was galy prancng, his sleek, black sid
- gistening in the sun. But this mornir
Il they ride some distance, and Minnie breath
not a word, and no smile with its chcerir
: beams fingers lovingly over the sweet fac
but a settled sadness and an expression
IN extreme suffering is there, and Frank say
why, Minnie, what does all you9 Ho
pale and weary you look; are you sick 2
&c Why thought you were to wear smil
ar the rest of the day, for me, and meath Il
III bright blue sky and such a delicious su
be shine! Come, dearest, too shall grow d
and maybe have the blues, if you are not
= little more social. Can't you sing son
thing
'Oh Frank, no, do not ask it; l cam
w w this morning. Please indulge my fooli
he whims this once she says, with quiveri
nd lip and moistened eye. DO not blame II
/ brother, listen a moment and will tell y
\ all, and then maybe you will not wonder
J why lsteni Do / not know all no.
and do not tell you It's nothing but
tie cloud which hides the golden sunbeam
Why Minnie am surprised You shot
-. know Col. Lincoln better! You wrong h
he most assuredlyl How that noble, mar
m. ,1- heart would be panied could he see his 90
see darling Minnie as | once heard him cali
H. Ii, thee not long since, 'once upon tin
of meath the wide-spreading branches Of
-tb old elm tree out on the lawn yonder. d
: not remember it dearesti Oh fie, my lit
= sister, art thou jealousl Upon my life,
believe it, and of what, Of whom9 Y
Fry must not dwell longer on such idle fanci
fi f. Time enough to cry about things, when J
are sure. What made you think the let
IA, you saw, was from himl"
why that is just what would tell y
il you would only let me-
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