New Oregon plaindealer. (New Oregon, Iowa) 1859-1866, 1862-07-11
From the New York Mercury.
NiARRIED I'M JEST
BY FRANCIS ADELHERT COEBY.

/ cannot take no for an answer. You must
return with me, Grace. lave come in my
carriage all the way from Glcnvale, on pur-
pose for YOU and it would be real cruel o! y,u
to send me back alone. We are to have
nice time of il, too. A party this evening,
ard Il picnic excursion for tomorrow Only
consent to 80, and we'll Ii ave some glorious
sport. Now, mustn't she, Mr.. Wilmot
Grace must act her own pleasure, Mrs,
Clare. | shall not atteaaDt to infldence her.
Go, ifyou wish, my dear child.
There, row, you cannot have the least ex-
c,:so for hcsitat:ng Come along am going
to help you pack up.
In almost inextricabe confusion, dresses,
laccs, lilbons, and jewels were hastily jun
bled into the capaeious trunks, and in less
than an hours time, the two were on their
way to Gleav'lc. Tt was alHaost night when
they drew up before the imposing residence
of Mrs Glare, situated on the principle street
Of little country village.
Now don your most becoming attire, my
dear, for wish you to make quito a ascnsation
among my Genvalc friends said the vive
c:ous little widow, as she conducted her friend
to the apartment which she was to occupy
during her visit.
And Grace Wiimot obcycl her request to
the letter, for she never locke more beautiful
and angelic than wh2n She descended to the
drawing room, three hours later, at.ired in
robe of soft, azure satin, with deep falls Of
rare old laoc about the snowy neck and arms
This was Grace's first season out, and she
entered upon the amnscmcnts Of the evening
with al the zesp and intensity ola perfect nov
ice She was young and artless, and her
very simplicity rendered her all the more
charming. She danced, and laughed, and
f:,tcd. and indeed was very wild in her cn-
ioymcnt, but every one seemed ready to for
give and overlook it. SAc created quite SEN
satlon-in fact, she was tho belle of the eve
ming.
Gentlemen crowded about her, watching
her slightest miovement, each anxious Tor e
kind word, or one of her frank, rare smiles.
Only one stood aloof him, Grace could not
help but notice He was TALL fine-leoking
man Of twenty-five, with grave, handsome
face, and dark eyes which struck the fancy
of the young girl, at once. He was an entire
stranger, and had not even requested an in
PRODUCTION, and scarcely ever permitted even
his gaze to wander i'll the direction of our her.
onc. Grace's vanity was piqued and with
out giving moments thought to the ulti-
mate result, she resolved to bring this scorn-
full demigod to her feet, ifpossble. For this
object, she put forth every effort. Every fas-
eination she was mistress of was brought into
play; but she was at last about to give up the
attempt rs failure, when Mrs. Clare ap-
preached her.
DO you see that distinguishing gentle
man, yenaer,' she whispered, with such dark
hair and eyes 2 Eaa
sYcs who is he!, asked Grace, with con-
siderable eagcrnes. *.sa.aia3s7."
duane Mortimer, a particular friend of
rainc. He came here this evening, quite un-
expectcdly, and is to remain several days
with me-. You must contriye to make an i'm
preston on him. ifpossible. He is very rich
and talented, and the very one | had always
selected, in my minds eye, Tor your future
lord and master. I wonder he hasn't asked