The Alleghanian. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1859-1865, 1862-12-04
EEary TEaoTne's Cos:sEss.
"Mary, am astonished -

astonished. In truth, and in fact, she
/ lived In chronic state OF amazement; for
Mary Thorne was always doing something
to astonsh her friends and relatives. Miss
Ruth could hardly credit the evidence OF
her own senses, in the hazy glow of the
I August morning, when she came ont OF
the clematis shadows of the little south
porch and discovered that yonder movin 6
object, half way up among the umbrageous
branches Of the huge, old pear tree, was
not spray of leaves, nor q russet- plumed
! robin, nor yet cluster of unchecked
pears swinging in tie blue empy-ean, but
| Miss Mary ThorRe, comfortably perched
/ in the crook Of the gnarled tree, her curls
all feckcd with the sifted rain of sunshine
/ that came down through the shifting can
opv Of leaves, and bool, in her lap
II don't care" said the little da;nsel,
laughing saucy defiance, ats the incest
place III the world up here; feel just ike
bird, with the leaves futtcring against
my face, and the wind blowing so softly
and l intend to stay here lFouidn't you
like to come up here, Ruthy: It's easily
done; just put your foot upon that Knot,
and"
Ruth, who was thirty, aud weighed
hundred and sixty pounds, briStied up
with amazemen5.
''Mary Thorne, are you crazy? Come
down, this Instant"
81 shan't,7 said naughty Mary, tossing
the silky shower Of curls away from her
forehead, and clancing down with eyes
that shoue and sparkIed like TWO blue
jewels.
But we are going
eyes, | understand. You are all going
in triumphal procession to the depot, to
render an ovation to the great Protesso,
La Place. the wiscst, sagest and Srandast
Of maDkird to whom the Thorne family
have the unuttcrable honor OF being sec
oud cousins, and to escort him sotenniy to
a mouths zojourn at Ihorne Hall. Oh,
dear" calculated Mary, u wish ! could
run away somewhere a1 hide. | hate
this paragon Of prim precision. / shaa't
marry him if he asks me, and l mean to
behave 20 badly that he won't dream Of
it. No, | am not going with you. |
hate the close baroache, and it's too warm
to ride on horseback. | sllal. stay at
home, ~
Ana Miss Nary settled herself 50 snug
ly with one tiny slppered foot swinging
down, and her pretty head close to . nest
Of blue speckied birds eggs, that Ruth
gave it up with sigh of despair
"WeIl, then, have it your 'own way,
you incorrigible romp! / wish you
weren't too big to be shut up a dark
closet, or have your cars we'll boxed ~
''lt is pity, isn't it p said Mary de-
murely
.Of course it is, Mary II cousin Tom
Bradley comes this morning, be sure and
explain to him why we are absent, and
behave like young lady. mind y
'Ail right" said Mary, dauutiessiy.-
Il always liSed Tom; We used to have
grand romps together when We were1
children"
She sat there in the old pear tree,
prettier than any Hamadryad that ever
ght have haunted the messy Old vete-
ran of the garden, her cheek touched
with sunshine and carmine, her dimp(ed
lips apart, now reading line or two from
the book in her lap, now looking up, rapt
in girlish reverie, into the blue sky as 1t
snarkled through eyermoying leaves, and
now breaking into soft little warble OF
song that made even the robins them
selves put their lead to one side to listen.
I he carriage had driven away long since
she had watched it beyond the curve
of the winding road the dark mantle OF
shadow was slowly following the creeping
sun glow across the velvet lawn below,
and the old church spire among the far
off woods had chimed eleven. And still
Mary Ihorne sat there in the forked
branches OF the giant pear tree.
Suddenly there fioated up into the !
leafy sanctuary, pungent, aromatic odor, /
which made her lean curiously forward, /
shading her eyes with one hand, the better
to penetrate the green foliage below
Not the late mon thIy roses, not the anne
thyst borders of hehorope, nor the spicy
Seraniunls: none of these blossoms dis /
tiled that peculiar smell
My patience" said little Mary, "it's |
cigar 2.
4 cigar it was, and the owner thereof
--she could just see white linen coat
md tail head covered with black wayy
curls-stodd on the porch steps, quietly
smoking AID indulgiug in heightened
view of the garden slopes.
That's Tom Bradley said Mary to
herself "Now, If he thinks m coming
downaout OF this delicious, cool place, to
sit up Straight in the hot parlors he's