New Oregon plaindealer. (New Oregon, Iowa) 1859-1866, 1862-06-27
From the New York Mercury.l
M A W q U e j.
BY AGNES E. ST. JOHN.

.... BY AGNES E. ST. JOHN.
"And will marry you my own hrst love.
With her primrose face-for old things are best
And the flower in her bosom-I prize 1t above
The brooch in my lady's breast.
"Tse world is filed with folly and sin.
And love must cling where It can, say;
For bea~ty iseasy enough tp win, ,... ,s-..
But one isn't loved every day"
OWEN MsRsDlrH.
"A handsome girlv said Beauchamp low
ering his glass. :AAd knowsit, too! Splen-
did eyes-perfect dgurs-styEsh-accom-
plished--lady-like! You can't Do better,
Lennox.' .~
His kid-glovcd hand fell lightly on my
shoulders and hc looked in my face with a
queer smile. A glance answered him !; and
leaning against q gilded and arabesqued col-
umn, watched her float past in the waltz,
with Clifferd's arm around her. Yes hand
some: stately, graceful, belle and an heir
ess, she would make a superb Mrs. Lennox ;
bnt still
h youag girl whirled by after her-a
youthful vision, just out-robed ia white
muslin, with cape-jasmines in her breast, and
face fresh and innocent THAT freshness and
innocence my beautiful Bella had lost at
three seasons ago) and something-Heaven
knows what-in the girls face, or the faint
swell Of that jasmine aower,' brought sud
denly back something had not locked on
for five long years. The glittering gas-lit
room spread away into wide, green fields,
where the sunshine lay in sheets Of golden
light; the crash Of music softencd into the
tinkle Of cow-bells, the chirping ofbirds aud
the low rustic Of summer leaves. There was
little cottage all draped with woodbine and
morning -glorios, like the facetious cottages
we read about ia story-books; little girl,
with wonderful eyes, tender and sweet, long
waves of shining hair, and q mouth like a
smiling angel, sitting in the sunshine under
the porch great dog by her side, and q
great overgrown boy at her feet. o.ly five
years ago! And yet could I ever have been
that boy And was she, with her dreamy.
eyes and Low, sweet voioe, = huff, leud-spok.
d farmer'swife- little Ellie A voice
low, moduleted, and passionless, brought me
back from the land Of dreams.
"A hapdsome girl ? Beauchamp was re-
peatiag, watching her critically, and very
much ia love with you. Clifford says 50 and
he knows. A beauty, belle, and an heir.
ess! Lennox, wish you much joyv
turned, laid my hand on his shoulder.
He, too, had known Ellie-had been half in
love with her in those days lang syae He
understood my lock, and, after staring back
moment said, pleasantly: 5ta. ~
fLennox, you're a fool 2 71l3 sti8
Il kacw it. But see my queen-rose Of
the rosebud garden Of girls has ceased waltz
ing, and is looking over this way. lhave the
honor Of the next, believe !; but Beauchamp,
cid fellow, whas would you say if you saw
some one-f won'k mention her name in this
atmosphere-whirling around the room, in
Cliford's arms, after this fashion 2 p.
4 should say should say nothing; but
if knew how 70 cry, would sit down and
Do it. All that pretty little face! But 60,
Lennox. Ysur peerless queen.rose is dashing
impatient fire out Of hor black eyes, in this
direction. Ga, and God speed you =
Shinin9 in amber-satin and burning opals
toying with her fan h gold and pearl tap
ping her little slippered foot impatiensiy, and
scattering perfume with every movement she
looked like a.qusen in book thst night
Clifford was bending devotedly over her but
atmy approach, he smiled knowingly, bow
ed, and went ~ and Ihsd the belle of the
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