The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1861-09-19

serve with satisluctIOn Emma observed
tho same thing, but not with the same
degree Of pleasure.
"He isn't in the least agreeable" she
thought. "Ho's as homoly as as he
can be, and looks ds If no had not the
courage to say that his soul is his own.
I'm much afraid he'll fall into fathers
snare, and ofor himself 10 me. must
try to impress him with tho idea that ]
am virago. That will be sure TO
frighton ono Of his temperament"
Meanwhile, Capt Goddard had SUM
moncd young Jones to a private confer
onoe.
CHOW do you like my daughtor2' aho
asked
"Sho is charming" said tho young
man, warmly.
"EhI Glad to hoar you say so. But
perhaps you only say so to crafty me. "
"No, sir not at all. How can 1 help
saying so Of one so boautiful?"
"Wcll, I'm glad to hear it, as [ said.
Shall l tell you why ] sent for you2"
"Lf you please"
"You SEQ your father was an old
friend of mine old schoolmato, in
iact-and Two been thinking that Gas il
is about time for Emma to be married)
there's no one 1 would sooner trust her
to than the son Of my old friend"
"Indoed, sir 1 feel highly aattorod
by this mark Of preference"
ooh, no thanks As was going to
say, you can tell, at the end of fort
night, whether you like her we'll enough
to propose"
"But, sir, she may not be fa7orably
impressed"
"Oh, I'll take care that she intcrposos
no obstacles. There, that's enough.
You can 60 Remember that give
you a fortnight to study her character
in.
Young Jones left the room, feeling
that he had a most delicate commission
to execute. He had been much struck
with Emma's beauty and graceful boar
ing at the table, and rather exalted at
the thought Of how much envy he would
excite among tho young men, if he
should bring home so charming a bride.
Then, too, his vanity was excited by
tho Captains communication; and the
thought that it only depended upon his
own will to win and wear this beautiful
rOse
Absorbed in an agreeable train of re-
Election he walked out into the garden.
There were two walks, separated by a
hedge, but running parallel with each
other.
AS ho was walking slowly along, he
heard tho sound Of q voice, evidently
excited.
In looking through the hodge, what
was his surprise TO recognize in the
speaker the beautiful Emma, Of whom
he had just been dreaming.
She was soOldiug violently a little
girl, of perhaps twelve.
"You little wrotchl" screamed Emma.
"didnt 1 tell you never to touch this
rosesbush? Didn't you know it was
mino, and l was saving up The roses for
a particular purposo?"
Ill forgot" said the girl, putting
her apron to her eyes.
Don't tell me, said Emma, sharply.
"Como hero you jade. There, take
that!--ahd thatl-and thuu" admins.
tering at each word a blow.
"Oh! oh! Oil" screamed the little girl.
"Don't you scream 50, they'll hear
you at the house. And don't you take
another rose from that bash, Or Ill beat
you to jelly"
"Good heavenl" thought Hamilton,
who had been q concealed witness Of the
scene; "who could imagine that one
outwardly so beautiful could have such
q temper? She looked like fury, [
declare"
Emma, in tho meanwhile had gone
into the house.
The little girl sat down upon the grass
and covered her eyes with her apron.
ooh, what a tompcr Miss Emma has"
she soliloquizod "Thats tho third
licking she's given me this week.
"Tho third time in one week." re-
poatod Hamilton, in dismay; "who could
have imagined III"
He pursued his walk, with bis ideas
OF Emma somewhat changed for the
worse.
Ho could hardly identify hor-whon
he saw her at tho dinncr-table goutlo,
and, to all appearance,
amigblo-as the virago Of the morning.
"I must have been dreaming" he
thought.
But the next day another sccuo trans
pirod, which convince him that it had
been only too real.
The two parlor5 connected with fold
ing doors.
In the front parlor sat young Jones,
with a book in his hand. Tho folding.
doors were so nearly closed that, while
all that was said in one room could be
heard in tho other scarcely anything
could be seen.
Hamilton hoard the door of tho back
parlor open, and some ono enter. From
what aftorward happened, no conjeotur-
cd that it was Emma and tho little girl
before alluded to.
"Whoro is Mr.. Jones, Clara2" asked
Emma, in her usual voice
Giles gone out, Miss Emma"
ale is, is no? Then, Miss, I'd like
10 know what you mean by not watering
my flowers this morning2"
al did Miss Emma"
"Don't tell me, you trollop. You're
telling mo a ialsohood, Bring mo that
stick
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