New Oregon plaindealer. (New Oregon, Iowa) 1859-1866, 1861-03-08

shall not describe him to you
An! but 1 know just how he looks,
for jenny had no scruple-sc you may
just spare yourself the trouble or happi
ness, which ever it is; but tell me what
you mean to call him. ~ &.@
] we have not decided upon name,
l replied. ' ' vi. '' '.1
! Indeed! I thought she intended to
| give him yours .' '''
I The deuce she did! thought 1. No,
! one Of name is enough in a family l
answered. ''. ' ..'
The demon of finquisitivcness, that, to
my thinking, had instigated my compan-
ion heretofore, now ceased to possess her
for we talked of various indifferent
things, and 1 had relied upon not being
compelled to draw on my imagination
at the expense of my conscience, when
1 gave the particulars Of my recet jour
ney from Boston. Yet, l was far
from feeling at ease, for every sound
of her voice startled me with a dread
of fresh questions, necessary. but i'm
pssible to be answered, and / felt a
guilty flush streaming upon my tenn
Piles every time met the look Of those
innocent eyes. ..a . a.
| 1twas late when We stopped for sup.
per, and soon after 1 saw the dark
fringcs Of my companions eyes droop
long and often, and began to realize
that she ought to be asleep. 1 knew
perfectly we'll that it was my duty to
offer her resting place on my shoul
der, but hardly had courage enough
to ask that innocent face to lie on my
arm. which was not, as she thought it
that of q cousin and married man.
Recollecting, however, that it was my
duty to make her comfortable, and
that could scarcely deceive her more
than l had already done, ! profered
the usual civility. She slightly blush
ed, but thanked mc. and accepted it by
leaning her head lightly against. my
shoulder, and looking up into ray eyes
with smile, said-'as you are my
cousin Soon after her eyes closed,
and she slept sweetly and calmly, as if
resting in security and peace. -.
! looked down at the beautiful face,
slightly paled with fatigue, that rested
against mine, and felt like william.
1 dared not touch her with my arm
although the rebounding Of the cars,
jostled her very much. sat remorse-
less until the sleeper settled the matter
by slipping forward and awakening
She opened her eyes instantly and
smiled. ....... ..r. ..,.a ...,...... 3. .....
ITS no uso for me to try to sleep with my
bonnet on she said, for it is very much in
the way, and am suro it troubles you.' So
she removed it, giving me the pretty little toy
with its graceful ribbons and flowers, to put
on the rack above us. preferred to hold
it, telling her it woulu be safer with me, and
after a few objections she resigned it, be-
ing in truth too sleepy to contest the point;
then tying the blue silk veil over her glossy
hair, she leaned against my shoulder and
slept again Z tA-'l'
This time, when the motion began to shake
and annoy her, stifled the reproaches ofmy
conscience and passing my arm slightly
round her slender waist, drew her head upon
my breast, whore it lay all night She slept
the sleep of innocence, serene and peaceful,
and it is needless to say that l could not close
my eyes or. cas-, my consccnce. lcould only
gaze down into the beautiful, still face and
imagine how it would confront me, if she
knew what was and how had deceived.
her; or dreaming more wildly still, repro
duced it in hundred scenes, which had
never before paused to imagine, as the face
of my wife. 1 had never loved. unless the
butterfly loves of Saratoga and Newport
might be SO dignifed, end still less had !
ever dreamed or thought of marrying, even
as possibility orfor contingency. Never be-
fore, l solemnly aver, had seen the woman
whom twished to make my wife-neyer be-
fore had | SO longed to call anything my own,
as did that lovely face lying on my heart.
No, it was impossible for me to sleep ~. I.
In the morning we reached Buffalo and
spent the day at Niagra. If had thought
her lovely while sleeping, what was she when
he light of feeling and expression played
over her face, as she eloquently admired the
scene before us. or was even more e'oquently
still. don't think looked at the cataract
as much as looked at her, or thought the
one creation moro beautiful than the otherr
She was now quite familiar with me in her
innocent way, calling me Cousin Frank and
seemed to take certain pleasure in my So