Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1861-06-12
EBENSBURG. Pa. WEDNESDAY, JUNE y 1861

she had several written in a cramnea hand
writing which told her were not mine. Il
seemed another had written to her. 1 tried
to escape saying how sorry was that she had
been put to the trouble she had about me.
But she wasn't; and if 1 wanted wife, which
l must door why had I come ?-sbe would
love me, oh ! SO tenderly And she threw
herself into my arms and began to cry.
Did you ever have a weeping girl in your
arms, young fellow? I hope not, for you
must have made fool of yourself if you ever
had. At least did, thoroughly.
Papa came aod welcomed me, ana cheer
ed up little. and trusted to my luck to get
off, scott free. We passed a very curious
night, very. very different from that night
with Emily. Nothing in the way of conver-
sation, but remarks about the heavy state
of the lead market and the dullness of the
weather.
retired late to my inn, having nicely es
capped sentimental scene in the hall and
intending to run away next morning. 1 slept
soundly in that determination. awoke early,
dressed, breakfasted, and was just getting in
to the omnibus, when the father stopped me
and asked for word in a private room
What he said, I need not tell you. got
into passion, so did he. At last he threat
ened to expose me and ruin my trade forever.
Was L to tamper with young and innocent
girls affections for nothing? No, indeed
wasn't; 1 was touched to the quick. 10 an
hour we left the room together; and 1 have
never looked up since. In three weeks L
married Alice.
Emily, heard was taken i'll, and in three
months married Cowley's brother. My Gus
toners and friends, when they knew all,
which they did as soon as the babbliDg tongue
of scandal got in full play. left ne. My bus
iness declined rapidly. My wife, whose f60G
year proved to be capital Of FL. 6s. 4d.,
rates me and taunts me, and cries, and goes
into Mysteries, and gets money out of me for
some poor deserving relative Of hers-who
would do anything 70. me l suppose, in the
way of eating and drinking and spending my
money-out each long day; and I have no
quiet moment except when 1 am asleep in
the garret by myself; for lie there as my
best bed is occupied by my wife (paugh }
and her dear sister Emily. l am going to
poverty quickly, aud have no hope, no one
to pity me
As said before, my wife Is at the theater.
Hark there she is at the door. She must
not see this. sit and pretend to be asleep.
She enters and touches me and says:
Arthur, asleep on your wedding night ?
was indeed and had a wretched dream,
while Emily, my own dear, little Emily had
been disrobing at the hotel in Covent Gar
den, where we spent our wedding night We
had Just arrived and whilst she was up
stairs, I had scanned the last sheet of Lon
don periodical, full, as it always is. of matri-
monial paragraphs; and tired as [ was, | had
gone to sleep with the paper in my hand and
love paragraph in my memory.
told my wife, my own dear wife. about
my dream and we often laugh at its remem-
branoe even now, and when am tired or
grave at all, she sits down at my feet, eros
ses her little round arms upon my knees, and
asks, in such laughing way, if am think
ing of Alice B.