The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1860-08-16

"Godfrey, old boy" said Henry Clay.
.on, as he tilted back his chair, aud put
his feet upon the mantle piece, "wheu is
the wedding to come off p
"Who>e wrddiny?"
Miss Laura Soncrs, or Jenny, whicl,
IS i,y'
II 10 not know. am sure"
"Npw don, b, mysterious, e ,dfrrv
J knpw y"n are - constant VISITOR, and
Al 'nur set are taikIn. about the match
Don'' pretend you have not selected one
II r." sisters
"liow do you know either Of then,
will have meI'
Don't be absurd, old boy. You,
| young, handsome. talented. aud with Il
large fortune, need not be over bashful
Come. be frank, which is the favorite
sister ?"
swell frankly then, l cannot tell you
| have visited the 'amiIy for several
months, as you know, but | cannot de-
eide. Laura is certain = the handsomest
with her flashing black eye and qnecnly
manner but Jenny seems, although the
youngest, to be the most womanly and
useful Of the two. Yet. cannot be sure
of that. My entrance is the signal for a
cordial welcome, aud smiles, and let me
call ut what hour I will. they are always
well dressed. and apparently dsengaged.
TO be sure, l always in the morning have
to wait sometime before Laura is visible" ."
"Pop in unexpectedly and notice the
internal economy"
GLOW can /? A card at the doc,
will put any lady on her guard, or even
the notice of gentleman visitor"
"Go there in disguise. As washer.
woman for instance
"Good! [ wiIl!"
"Go there as washerwoman," cried
Clayton.
mot exactly; but l will obtain ad.
mittance to mornings privacy"
Well, let me know the result"
Laura and Jenny Somers were the on
ly children Of widower, who although
in moderate circumstances, moved in very
fashionable society. At the period Of
my short sketch, he was about to supply
the lamented Mrs. Somers' place, after
nearly ten years of mourning and, al
thou-h kind, indulgent parent, had no
objections to his daughters marriage,
and had told them So Laura, whose high
spirit resented the probable supremacy Of
step mother, had already selected God
frey Horton for her future husband; and
jenny, who was younger aud gentler in
spirit, tried to conquer carefully con.
cealed preference for the same person.
All his attentions were ascribed by he.
to brotherly regard, though every aci
OF kindness and courtesy touched hel
very heart.
It was the morning after large ball
and the sisters were in the breakfast
room together. Laura, her glossy black
hair pushed negligently of her face, with
the rough tumbled braids Of last even.
ing's elaborate coiffure gathered loosely
into comb, wearing a soiled wrapper,
torn stockings, and presenting rather an
alarming contrast to the brilliant ball.
room belle, was lounging on a sofa.
Jenny, in a neat morning dress, with a
large g,nghsm apron, little white collar,
and hair smoothly brushed into neat
knot, was washing the breakfast dishes.
"There is an old man at tho door with
some artificial fowers," said the servant
opening the dining room door, will you
see him"
No" said Jenny.
Yes" cried Laura. "send him up, !"
The servant descended to obey the last
order.
In few moments the old man came
in. He was poorly clad, with a coarse
blue cloak, which was much too large for
him His hair was white, and he wore
beard and moustache Of the same snowy
hue. Making low bow. he placed the
large basket he carried on a table and
opened it.
have bunch OF blue flowers here, "
ne said. 9TH will just suit your golden
n"'r' Miss and he held them before
It was my sister who wished to look
a. yonr nowers," said Jenny.
Yes, bring them here" was Laura,
lWDollOU0 command ~ ~