The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1861-06-25

speculation, and wrote warning letters ac-
cordingly.
Pink silk and roses, blue silk and for
get-me nots, lilies of the valley in white
bonnet, and other attractions too numer-
Gus to mention, succeeded the white lace;
and as my senses came slowly back to
me, and l had eyes for details, I was
charmed with the neatness of every
dress, from the glossy braids to the tiny
slipper. The silks were deliciously
fresh the lace always snowy white ;
the skirts and stockings, sometimes dis
played by the raising of dress, were
always SO pure, so fine, and SO smooth,
that every day found me more deeply in
love.
Parting time came at last Miss Stan
ley went to visit her aunt in Boston,
found that we both lived in Philadelphia
and | returned to the counting house
and my disconsolate partner.
A month of separation famed the
flame the month of intercourse had light
ed in my heart. The fair face was in all
my dreams-now with dropping lilies
falling from the soft braids, now set In
the fine lace Of the most bewitching blue
bonnet, now wreathed with pale pink
rose buds, now under the shadow of the
dropping plumes of her riding hat
Walking down Walnut street, one
lovely September morning, saw lady
stepping into the cars. One glance at
the neatly gloved hand sent the blood to
my heart, the little gaiter made it sud
denly bound, and then face made it pal
pitate till | nearly choked.
She was at home. | should hear
again the soft, low voice, whose every
modulation told of her angelic temper
| should see the sweet smile that always
greeted me, and again be in Elysium
All, me !
| could not call until the following
morning, then | left Dick groaning over
neglected Western customers, and went
home, donned my white suit of linen,
my finest shirt front over my broad
chest, drew on my most intense pair of
pale buff kids, set becoming straw hat
over nicely arranged curls, and sailed
forth.
ran lightly up the steps Of l6l7-
street, and rang the bell, gave my card
to the girl who opened the door, and went
into the parlor. 1t was in that semi
dark state fashionable in the warm
months, and, coming in from the glar-
ing sunlight, l could at first see nothing
groped my way to seat.
Il say l won't"
A shrll harsh voice in the other room
gave forth this sentence with an angry
vehemence that startled me.
A low sweet voice answered,
Lily my dear -
Your DEAR! | don't want to be
coaxed," answered the first voice. 81
WILL SO, and there's an end of it,
but you have been away all sum
mer, and Jennie has not left home at all"
Jennie What does great, ugly,
red faced thing like her want at a wat
ering place ?"
"She is your sister,
"Well, let her wait till I'm married,
and then she can rule here. ! have Sc,
my heart on going to aunt Nell's, and
I'm going"
The folding doors were thrown vio-
lently back, and | saw into the next
room.
Upon the sofa lay pale, delicate look
ing lady. evidently an invalid Near hel
stood tall, rather ugly girl. with high
color, probably Jennie !" but the mos,
prominent figure stood in the opening
she had made by throwing back the
doors. A faded calico wrapper, torn ou'
under both arms, fell in uneven folds tc
J the floor. rent here and there making
an ungraceful festoon the pretty feel
were thrust into old slippers. and the
stockings were-were-well, the word
will out-they were dirty dirty stock
ings on lsdy--faugh The light hail
had SO much admired was gone, ex
cept little knot at the back Of her head
which was tumbled, and had dead, dry
look the glossy braids probably reposec
upon her toilet stand. She did not SET
! me, as | sat in the dark corner, anc
crossing the room, she hit her foo
against stool.
Confound the thing !" was her lady
like exclamation, aud vigorous kicl
sent the stool spinning across the floor.
l rose. GOOD morning, Miss Stan
ley"