The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1860-08-30
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There were gorgeous sunsets to be admir-
ed together, when the dying day drew
around him all his royal drapery of erin
son, purple and gold, and dyed in blaze
ofglory-calm solemn moonlight evening
whose perfect beauty filled the heart too
deep for words, and sometimes, yes, Of
ten, there were times when they watched
the sun lift his head above the eastern
hills, and saw the earth gloritied with ;
fresh baptism of lovliness.
Yes, the Judge and Maud got along
amazingly we'll together, and cousin Jen
ME smiled to herself as she saw it; bu,
like prudent woman, as she was, she
kept her own counsel and said nothing
But the sensibilitics Of our hero were
destined to receive a rude shock. One
morning he entered the library in search
of some book he wished to consult, ant
discovered Maude engaged in the perusa
of something very interesting, evidently;
for his entrance failed to attract her a:
teution. lie watched her moment in
silence, and then said:
"May 1 ask what has the honor Of ab-
sorbing your thoughts so completely, this
morning Miss Maude p
She started slightly, and laughed, as
she answered.
"Oh, Stewards last speech! It's
grand, isn't p
Imagine his feelings, especially when
it is taken into consideration that the
Judge was Democrat Of the most arde- t
stamp, and consequently entertained
about the same affection for Seward and
his speeches that rabid dog might be
supposed to have for a stream Of water
He made wry face in spite of himself,
and Maude, looking up, caught him in
the act.
"Why, judge" said she smiling, you
are not a Democrat, hope!"
81 an sorry to say l am," replied he
rather stihy.
Il am sorry for you my friend, must
say" said Maud, while her eyes danced
with mirth to see how shocked the Judge
looked.
And are YOU"
GA Republican, and of the blackest
dye to be sure" returned she.
"Well, every one to their taste" and
Maude was alone again.
What Judge Compton's meditations
were it would be difficult to say, but that
night he dreamed that Maude was Presi.
dent of the United States, and in the act
of giving her hand to Seward, xho Was a
kg negro with intensified woody hair and
thick lips and Henry Ward Beecher was
performing the marriage ceremony. He
was rather shy of Maudc for day or two
but gradually affairs returned to their old
channel
One quiet afternoon Jennie and Maude
were alone together, the gentlemen be-
ing gone on some business or other
They were seated on the piazza with
their sewing, converslng on various fem
inine topics, or pausing to admire the
quiet beauty of the blue sky cleaning
through the heavy foliage Of the trees,
or of the golden bars of sunlight that lay
upon the thick groen grass. At length
Maude made some remark that had a ,inge
of her political opinions iu it, and Jennie
laushingly said:
Now, Maude, what's the use Of talk
ing tha, kind Of style? You'll marry a
Democrat some day and then what will
become cf .,our politics ?"
But l shan't, though" said Maude,
cnersc,icaly. Il wouldn't marry St.
Paul himself, if knew he was a Demo
crat -
Why Naude," said Jennie. her
black eyes charging themselves consid-
erably you really look as if you were in
earnest What are your reasons, may
ask p
Because should fear that a man
whose principles would allow him to sup
port such syst"p!of fraud, oppression,
and wrong, would make poor husband"
Nevertheless, III wager my pet cam
co pin against your new riding hat that
you will not only receive an offer from a
Democrat, within two weeks but will ac-
cept him -
Il accept the bet and refuse the man
in ADVANCE said Maude, bending over
her work. that her companion might not
see the bushes that burned on her cheek
and brow; ito consider your cameo as
mine
"We shall see," answered Jennie cai
ly, as she turned to welcome her husband,
who entered just then.
Judge Compton was to leave Maple
Glen in a few days, and the final catastro.
phe came at last. 1t happened in this
wise. The purple gloom of the dying
twilight had just melted away in the sill
yer beams of the rising moon, that threw
dancing shadows of trees and flowers on
the velvety lawn, when Maude and the
Judge returned from ride and sat down
upon the vine wrcathed piazza Maude's
eyes had sober, dreamy look in their
clear depths and perhaps the mystic beau
ty of the night had cast its spell over
them, for both were silent At length
she looked up, but for an instant, for her
companions eyes were fixed upon her
face with an intense gaze, as if he would
read her very soul, and she looked down
as quickly, while faint flush crept over
her white brow.
Maud, l love you! Will you be my
wife -
1t was noble. this earnest manly decla-
ration and Maude felt it, after all the
unmeaning fattery to which she had SO
long listened. For a moment she hcsi
tated. then something of her old sauci
ness came back, as she recalled the con
versation with cousin Jennie, and CLAN.
cling mp, she said demurely
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