Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1860-04-04

Tom. what are you thinking about, stan
ding there and drumming on the window
pane, and gazing up at. the stars-are you
Toon struck or love sick. said Thomas HUI
bert. Sr, to bis only son; Il say. Tom it is
high time you were thinking about maryyingf
Why. don't you answer, nie-do you see Clara
Carleton peeping out from among the stars!''
Were you speaking TO me, father?' said
Tom in pleasant voice, for he had been
thinking of Clara, and her name aroused
him from his reverie.
Been talking this half hour, but nothing
could bring you to your senses, till l said
Clara-so you remember that girl yeti" said
his father, slight frown resting Oh bis brow
1T is Dot Sc easy forgetting such lovely
face, and such sweet expressive counte-
nance" was the reply.
'.Oh, fe! you are no longer boy, Tom;
hut instead of appearing manly you have be-
come as sentimental as a girl Why dont
you get married? There is Bell Griffin,
handsome and rich, she will make you q splen-
did wife," said his father.
'.Sbe is selfish creature, and there is
nothin lovely about her, said Tom
Mary Ray, my dearest friend, will be
here next week. ard | wish you would marry
her, VIII you not think of it? that's dear
good brother" said his sister Lucy. laying
her hand carelessly on his arm.
Mary Ray has no mind of her own, and
that is the reason you like her so well. l
want a wife who can think for herself, said
Tom
And who will suit you? asked Lucy pet
ulantly.
NO one but Clara Carleton" was the re-
ply.
.
heard nothing of her for the past two years"
said Lucy.
How should l know? Didn't you and
father try to maDeuvre her out of my way,
and if you succeeded, of course you know
where she is" said Tom, and without waiting
for a reply he left the room.
.'How fhUuld Tom know that We tried to
get that girl out of his way" asked Mr.. HUI
bert
Il dol't know. but he must have heard it
recently, az be never mentioned 1t before, -
said Lucy.
- We'll, L shall know more if he ever finds
her (but hope he WON'T aud he is deter
mined to marry her L never Will consent"
said the father.
IF ne was always to live in the country
it might do; but Clara is not accustomed to-
fashionable society,"" said Lucy. Then after
a moments silence she ded-.what would
people say if our Tom would marry an awE-
ward country girf?''
just what they viii say if our Lucy will
marry that foolish Timothy Tubbs, whose
father made his money by keeping second
haud clothing store in chatham street," said
Tom in reply to the last words of his sister;
but not wishing to hear more on the subject
he took up the evening paper and retired to
his own room.
The dwelling occupied by the Huberts as
summer residence was one Of the largest and
most aris.oeratic i'll a pleasant town on the
East bank of the Hudson.
For two summers previous 10 the COM
mencement OF this sketch, the rooms had been
crowded with the gay and fashionable city
friends of Lucy. young ladies of her own age,
some of whom were accompanied by niaD9u-
veriDg mamaias; and Tom, becoming wearlcd
of being hattered by the nanmas and wit
Messing the coquetIsh airs of the simpering
daughters, resolved that they wouldn't catch
him playing the agreeable again. Accord
ingiy be astounded his father and sister
by announcing his intention of leaving
home on the day a number of guests
were expected to arrive. among whom was
the splendid BELL Griffin" aud sweet Mary
Ray" Lucy implored him foreman, saying
that they should then have no gallants but
her father, and what would her friends say;
but Tom WAS inexorable, suggesting that she
should send for Timothy Tubbs. who, doubt
less would be happy to be with them. The
guests arrived, aud q week later Lucy receiv-
"a letter from Tom, postmarked Boston, in
which he stated 1t would be many weeks be-
ore he returned, but he hoped his friends
we're happy, assuring them he though. often
IF them. Many regrets were uttered by the
ladies, aud meantime, Tom was j,
spending the time happily in New England
village. But let US turn back four years.
1t was a calm starlight evening, aud Tom
Hubert was walking listlessly along quiet |
street upon the outskirts of the town, when |
he heard sweet nodulated voice, catoling |
oucbing melody. and. pausing before vine
cottage, he saw woman. pale /
md emaciated, recling in easy chair. while
lpon low ottoman at her feet, sat young
.irl of not more that sixteen years The
hin, transparent hand of the girl, while the
arge lustrous eyes, in which crystal tear drops
we're trembling. were resting lovingly upon
he beautiful features of the girl, whose va
wing expressions told the emotions Of the
,ure heart as the lips uttered the beautiful
entiments of the poet. Tom Hubert felt
,uilty of rudeness in remaining SO long but
e seemed chained to the spot, aud gazed
through the open shrubbery like one entrance.
rhe face of the invalid reminded him of the
ond mother whose loss be yet mourned, and
here was something SO Winning. SO angelic
D the expression Of the girls countenance that
,ade deep impression upon bis heart. The
w windows opened to the ground. and when