The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1863-07-29

"Shc makes all my dresses and those of
many ofmy friends, replied Bertha.
Dear mamma. let mo 60 with Bertha
this afternoon implorcd Caricc. This
once, let cousin Ruth make my
Not till you have done with that foolish
habit of calling her cousin" replied Mrs.
Wnslow in stern voice.
The lady friend found occasion soon to
depart anxious to tighten hcr heart of the
news, with which until then she was una
quainted. that the Winslows had low con.
nections who were mantua-makcrs. &c., of
whom they were ashamed
Ruth and her mother had retired SO
quietly from the circle in which they had
moved that comparatively few either knew
of or cared for their whereabouts
stately carriage had Just driven from
the humble home of Ruth Lee.
Standing beside the table in the Same at
titude which she had assumed some mo-
ments before, after she had closed the
door upon her naughty cousin, Ruth Lee
seemed struggling to restrain some power
tul emotion that was working within her.
At the sound of her mothers step within,
Ruth gathered up the folds of the costly
fabric that was pulled upon the table, and
throwing it over her arm, she held it up
as though admiring its beautiful texture,
but really to conceal the hcavincss of her
own heart.
In moment or two after, hcr mother en-
tered the room, and Ruth tried to smile as
she showed her the material for her cousin :
dress but it was dim smile and Mrs.
Lee saw that il was moro full Of tears than
JOY.
Did you fit Bertha this afternoon, dear
Ruth.
81 have her patterns dear mother and
she Is to call tomorrow afternoon to try on
her dress"
But what is it my child that has gone
wrong with you? 1t is something more
than usual know. Do not conceal any.
thing from mc. Let me share anything
that comes near YOU"
With that, as though she could no longer
restrain her feelings, Ruth sank into Al,
armchair near by, and gave way to arcsist.
less passion of tears. Checking herself, af
ter n few minutes she exclaimed
Forgive me, dearest neither ; am very
wrong to distress you so cruelty But she
was so proud, and cold, and distant, and I'M
perative; she, who used to be my sch" Il
mate-she, who used to be my cousin. And
then it was more Il remark she made -
Tell me what she said"
1t was only that she did not see how
found time to read such books. had been
reading Jane Eyre 1t was moro the tone
than the words But, dear, mother, it's no tn
ing"
Nothing that you should be so hurt 2
you, who are all goodness p
But. dear mother, her heart has never
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of uninterrupted pleasure. Nothing, dear
mother, like suffering soitens tue heart tc
others misfortunes."
my poor Ruth
Poor, dear mother! Am not rich il
your love ?'
You have il all, ny child. But did
not tell you that Lincoln Raymond had re
turned Lieutenant Raymond now. IL,
used to be tavorite with you, | remember.
That used to be that or some rccol
lection Of the by-gonc Ruth off again
and she sobbcd rs though her heart would
break.
Dearest mother, | am very foolish and
nervous this afternoon. There will com.
mand myself before spoil this half-lnishcd
dress. Now tell me when he returned and
how you heard of it,"
read the announcement of the arriva,
of the regiment in which he enlisted in the
mornings paper. His name was very flat
teringly mentioned among the list of Olli-
GERS"
Ruth suppressed sigh that rose to her
lips, and the tears that would come to her
eyes, and went on quietly stitching at the
dress on which she had been at work all
day.
Welcome home, Lieutenant Raymond p
said Bertha Winslow, advancing in her
most graceful manner and with her bright
est smile to meet that gentleman as he was
ushered into the drawing room. ClaIice
stopped in the midst ola waltz and ran
forward to shake hands with Raymond,
without stopping to think whether she did
so gracefully or no. Her smile was very
bright for it came from the heart. Lincoln
Raymond had been very intimate with the
two families; but report gave him to Ruth
Lee, and report said that Bertha, with all
her beauty, was very jealous of her cousin
Ruth
Bertha had never seemed so beautiful |;
she sparkled all over, and you could not
tell, for the life of you, which flashed the
brightest, her words or her eyes. Ray.
mond seemed, for the moment at least, com
plctely DeWltched.
Clarice did not seem TO like the way
things were turning, and she recalled some
bygones in which Ruth Lee had been the
heroine. Raymond's manner changed at
once.
81 have been looking the city over for
her" said he and hear but sad news of
the family, Mr., Lee dead, having died in
solvent also. Pray, Miss Wnslow, where
have Mrs. and Miss Lee removed ?"
"Oh, did you not know?" replied Bertha
quickly; they went out west, to some
near relations of Uncle Walters.
"Why Berthaw exclaimed Clarice. But
Bertha gave her sister a look that, for the
time at least, silenced her.
Lincoln Raymond was so thoughtfully
studying the pattern of the carpet, that he
neither heard the exclamation of Clarice
nor saw her sisters look
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