Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1862-04-17
From GleAson's Pictorial.
THE VILLAGE MILLINRR:
oR, cHAse1Ns PLACES N THE WORLD.
By GEORGE CANNING HILL.
CHAPTER I.

street, with its neat rows of houses oil
either side, comprised nearly the whol'
place. lights were cleaning from two
different houses-esch on the opposite
side of the street from the other.
1t was evening in midsummer, dark,
rainy, and excessively trying to pedes'
trians. The entire day had worn a
threatening look, and at sunset the
gathering rain discharged itself in free
: floods. Carriages were driving and
splashing through the mud in this di-
reetion and the other.
On the one side, numerous lights
shone from mansion that seemed peo.
pied from roof-tree to foundation stone.
They threw their bright flashes far into
the street, and illuminated trees, bush
es, fences, walks and pools. On the
other, the light was only from single
flame, which glimmered, rather than
CLEANED, against the almost impenetra-
BILE bank OF darkness from without.
The former proceeded from the house
of Mr.. Julian Ingleton. 1t vas an ex-
tremely fine building, in comparison
with those of the country round, stand
ing back from the street on an elevated
ground, and surrounded with winding
walks, miniature lawns and dense shrub
berry. The owner of il, in fact, was
esteemed the richest man in the village.
He had not resided there long time,
having removed from distant city, in
tending there to pass the remainder OF
his days. His entire family consisted
of wife and daughter named Mary.
The occasion of the glaring, and
cleaning, and FISHING of lights in the
house of Mr.. Ingleton, on the evening
in question. was social entertainment,
made by Miss Mary, on the return Of
her birthday.
The rooms were fast filing up with
invited guests, very many of them from
other towns, and even from far-off
cities. All the families with which the
1ngletons had ever had any acquaint-
Rnce before residing in Broadbrook,
were severally charged to be present at
this reunion.
The young girl herself stood among
them, picture of beauty. She was
clad in dress of simple white, which
greatly set off the rich red and white of
her beautiful complexion. She was the
observed and admired Of all. Her
mother regarded her with peculiar feel
ings' of pride and satisfaction, and
watched anxiously and eagerly for every
symptom of partiality that might be
extended to her by any Of the guests.
Her hair was braided in broad plaits
across her temples; and being natural
ly of raven hue, it looked exceeding
ly plentiful and massy. Her face was
suffused with the richest and deepest
bushes. Her lips we're rich, ripe and
ruby; and one would have thought,
they could have been the channel for
only the sweetest of fancies, feelings
and words. The expression of her
features, though on :the whole not re-
markable for sweetness, humility or
fervent affection, yet was stamped gen.
orally by such marks as those traits
leave behind them on the human cpun-
tenance. Less than physiognomist
would have said that there was an
abundance of pride concealed-and not
altogether concealed either-benesth
that expression.
The scene in the parlor, drawing
room and hall, was enlivening in the
extreme. 1t brought fresh color to
the cheeks Of the doting mother, and
accelerated the flow Of the blood about
the glad heart of the father. Coteries
of beauty, and knots Of bright glances,
were everywhere to be seen there.
Merry voices. laughter, wit and gaiety,
were uppermost throughout the apart
ments. Occasionally, too, the frag-
ments of song fell on the ear above all
the rest, as if music had been shivered
in thousand brilliant globulets, and
ali were sailing strangely over the heads
of the guests.
Such was the scene, where the hume
rous lights were to be seen, on the mid
summer evening we have named.
Let US now turn to take view Of the
room whence glimmered the rays from
the solitary lamp of which we have
spoken, on the other side of the street,
and several rods below.
There was pale girl sitting in the
room, resting her intellectual forehead
upon her hand, and perusing the pages
of a volume that lay on the table before
her. Ever and anon she looked up, and
took thoughtful survey of the walls
and the ceiling as if she would more
entirely grasp and incorporate into her
own mind the idea of her author.
The room itself was a picture of CO.
siness and comfort /; and one, on enter
ing it at this season of the year, could
not avoid imagining what its attractions
must necessarily be in a cold, blowing
night in December. gl
A beautiful tortoise-shell cat lay
sleeping on the rug before the closed
fireplace, the very personifcation OF
peace and quietness. The carpet on
the floor was bright and of cheerful
pattern. There stood small secretary,
above chest of drawers, against one oi
the walls, and between the front win
dows hung a mirror, beneath which
stood a miniature pier table. The SEQ
retary was not empty Of books, neither
were the walls bare Of prints. To be