The gazette and Democrat. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1860-1860, 1860-09-13

WHou w COllo W 1Ou lOI oJ m-
pathy;p and Robert Langdon took seat
in the crowded car stroking bis brown
whiskefs and smiling complacently, as il
it was one Of the iMpossibilities, his prop
osing and. getting rejected. s. 80.
Eight hours afIerward he was in Now
bridge. A ride OF TWO miles after the
tavern keepers fast horses, brought him
70 Mr.. Emorson's residence, a neat. red
farm house with vide yard shsded by
locust trees, and morning glorics climbs
ing over tie windows. Mrs. Emerson mel
him at the door. aud learning his name,
gave him hearty old fashioned welcome
and seat in the fiontroom which serv'
ed alike for dining room and-pErfor;
1t was very pleasent apartment, be
thought, not 50 elegantly furnished a,
thUse he had been accustomed to, but
comfortable and homelike. There was q
neat homemade carpet on the floor. white
muslin curtains looped back from the
windows with knots of blue ribbon, and
10 table under the looking glass was cover
ed with books. magszires, and q vase o.
fragrant roses. Drawing a large rocking
chair up to the window, he sat down and
entered in conversation with his hostess
They were in the middle Of animated dis
cussion concerning crops and markets
when thedocr opened and the farmers
daughter came in. y g-th garf,o4t
"This is my daughter Cornelia, Mr.
Langdon, said her mother. .,. t.,.
Cornella Emerson bowed whit mos
perfect grace and self. possession while a
beautiful smile just parted her red lips
revealing the tip of her milk white teeth
There was not az iota Of embarrassment
lin her manner, not futter of color tC
her clear olive cheek. She wore brow II
and white calico dress and little blue
gingham apron. which was half full OI
wild flowers. Her only ornament was q
few tiny crimson flowers twisted in the
bands Of her glossy black bair. Langdor
man os the world, as he was, accustomed
10 seeing elegantly dressed ladies every
day, thought TO himself that he had ncv'
er seen any one so prettily attired before
With sort Of mingled awe and admira
ton she watched her while she arranged
the flowers she had gathered, STOPPING
slightly bat most gracefully over the ia.
Bile. .,l
care the COWS in the yard, Cornelia?'
asked her mother presently.
"Yes."
"You stay and visit with Mr.. Langdor
father and I'll milk"
"No mother, I'd rather mott" and trect
and stately as young oak, Cornelia wen
out.
L'ngdon did not see her again tha
night, She seemed wonderfully indiffsr
enl to his presence. for when the milking
was done and the kitchen put 10 rights
she sat down on the door step and h,
heard her laughing and talking with hel
little brother aud sister, while he stayet
in the paror and discussed farming mat
ters with Mr.. Emerson. He would mucl
rather have been out in the front yart
where the moonlight shimmered dowI
through the locust branches, listening Il
Cornelia's meludlous voice.
B fore he retired to rest in one of tn,
ueatesI of little bedrooms, he wrote let
ter to his friend and confident, Hugl
iVornon, from which we will make a brie
extract:
slam comfortably located in my boar
ding house tonight. My host and hi
wife are pleasant, intelligent people, witt
4 would feel proud to call father ant
mother in city or country. 1 have seer
Priscilla Mehilable. We were in tb'
room together fifteen minutes. and J
Heard her say six words. Well. if l know
my own heart, am nearer being in low
to night than / ever was before in m,
whole life. She is not pretty, but she ha
what l call a grand face: she is tall, ant
mond-like Diana: her hair is black al
moonlight her eyes are very dark, anC
grey, bright and large and gloriously
beautiful. Shells neithcy shy nor bash
iul hut very still. Probably she think
your humble servant not worth her a!ten
zion, which is pleasant reflection indeed
l have learned from her parents (wh'
think that shebest and smaftost girl eve
created J that she best and smartest cir
ever created, that she cannot paint, o
sing, dance or speak any language but he
mothertohgue. counted up her az
iIom the family Bible, nineteen years
What will this all lead TOP you will ask
Nothing. am far too worldly and selAsl
to tnarrya farmers daughter, so l shal
stay ouly week, lest IN a moment of for
getfulness. l might offer her my hand au
heart, What wodld my father; and moth
er and sisters say to such an alliance? :
Tile moon is riding high and dry in til
starry heavens; the wlipporwil sings un
der my window my room is full Gf mos
quitoes, and the breath Of roses and ne,
mown hay. l must 20 10 rest, 'perchanc
to dream of teautilul COrnelia. Goo
night, -
Now there was nothing very reprehen
sibls in all this. but L'ngdon would rath
er any one else than Cornelia should rea
it. And that was Just what she did
When it was finished he laid it OH tb
window, and the wind whisked it out int
the doOr.yard, and there Colnelia fCun
) it when she went to gather flowers for til
break table. She read it, as she ha
undoubted rightto do, without KNOWN
who iit was written by or about unit
/, she saw her own name. Then she tore
i into fragments, thankful tc the kind fo
a tune which had thrown i in her way,
Al month passed, then another, an
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