Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1860-07-31
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How Godfrey Horton chose a Wife.
BY MARY [. CLARKE.

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ton as he tilted back in his chair anC
put his feet upon the mantle-piece, "wher
is the wedding to be 2''
Whose weddingl
Miss Laura Somers, or Jenny which
is it9
Il do not know, | am sure
Now DON'T be mysterious Godfrey
you know you are constant visitor, and
all 'our set are talking about the match
Don't pretend yau have not selected one
of the sisters.
How do you know either of them viii
have meg
Don't be absurd ,old boy. You, young
handsome, talented, and with large
fortune, need not be over bashful.-
Come, be frank, which is the favoite sis,
terS
Well, fr: nkly then, cannot tell you
| have visited the family for several
months. as you know, but | cannot de-
eide. Laura is certainly the handsomest
with her flashing eyes and queenly man
ner; but Jenny seems, altho' the young
est, to be the most womanly and usefu
of the two. Yet cannot be sure of that
NV entrance is the signal for cordia
welcome and smiles, and. let me call a
whatever hour | will, they are Away:
well dressed and apparently disengaged
To be sure | always, In the morning
have to wait sometime before Laura i:
visible
Pop in unexpectedly and notice the
internal economy
How can |? A card at the door vii
put any lady on her guard, or even tht
notice of a gentleman visitor.
Go here IN disguise. As washer
woman, for instance
Good | will!'
Go there as a washerwoman : erie,
/ Clayton.
Not exactly, but | will obtain a morn
ing's privacy
Well, let me know the result"
Laura and Jenny Somers were tn
only children of wldower, who, aItho
/ in moderate circumstances, moved II
! very fashionable society. Al the porIoC
/ of nv short sketch, he was about TO sup
\ DIV the lamented Mrs. Somers' place, af
ter nearly ten years mourning, and al
though a kind, indulgent parent, had n,
! objection TO his daughters marriage, ant
/ indeed. had told them so. Laura who's
/ high spirit resented the probable suprem
acy of step-mother, had already see It
I ed Godfrey Horton as her future hus
/ band and Jenny, who was younger an,
( genller in spirit, tried TO conquer a care
/ fully concealed preference for the sam'
person. All his attentions were ascribet
{ A.. hot haritr ri .hNt1frb .at-
cry act of kindness or courtesy touched
her very heart.
Il was the morning after a very large
/ ball, and the sisters were IN the break
I fast room together. Laura, her glossy
black hair pushed negligentIy off he
! face, with the rough tumbled bralds o
! last evenings elaborate coifiure gathered
/ loosely into a comb, wearing a soilet
wrapper, torn stockings, and presenting
rather an alarming contrast 10 the bril-
| liant ballroom belle, was lounglng on ;
sofa. Jenny, in a neat morning dress
with a large gingham upron, Int lie white
collar, and hair smoothly brushed int
4 a neat knot, was washing the breakfas
/ dishes.
! There is an old man al the door will
some artificial flowers, said the servant
opening The dining room door, will yoI
4 see HIM g
No. said Jenny.
Yes cried Laura, send him up
The servant departed tc obey the las
order
In few minutes the old man came in
( He was poorly clad, with coarse blu'
I cloak. which was much too large for him
HIS hair was white and he wore bear,
and moustache of the same snowy hue
( Making low bow, he placed the largt
basket he carried on the table and open
ed Il.
| have bunch of blue flowers, here,
he said, taking them from the basket
thai viii Just suit your golden hair
Miss and he held them before Jenny.
1T was my sister who wished 10 looI
at YOUR flowers said Jenny, quietly.
les, bring them here, was Laura
Imperlous command.
Tie old mans eyes followed Jenny
as she washed, wiped, and put away til
dishes, swept the room and busted u,an
then sat down beside Laura, who wa
still looking over the basket.
See, Jenny, this scarlet bunch. WI
il not he tevely with few dark leaves /
wear with my new silk 3
But whispered Jenny, you can
afford il now
Yes, can. Father gave me som
money Yesterday
To pay the last dry goods bill
Wei, | can have that carried to m
private account.
Oh! Laura, | hate to hear you tai
Of that private account. l. seems s
much ike cheating father.