The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1863-12-24
ROSS & RossER, Publishers.
A GOOD MATCH.
BY MARY E. CLARKE.

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: pie hat?'
: Yes; and, Hattie, the blue net with the
} heavy tassels.'
5 You are very particular. this evening"
Hattie stopped at the door, looking at bel
, aunt with a sort of questioning expression
Mrs Hall bore the look for a moment with
com posure, but under its steady pertinacity
she crimsoned and grew fdgetty, till little
embarrassed laugh broke the silence.
How you stare, fattieh
Aunt Kate and the young girls face
grew crimson, you are going to show me of
again?'
Now. Hattie, what Il queer child you are!
Most girl would feel graceful for such pains
as take with you. I am sure last winter
l spared no pains To-
Get me off your hands! There, don't be
angry. l know the kindness of your motives;
but. aunt dear, it is pains wasted. can't
be fascinating to order.'
There was another pause in the conversa-
ton. Hattie stood in the doorway, her
wrapper falling off her white. dimpled
shoulders her pretty face flushed, and her
blue eyes half laughing, half angry. Sud-
denly she jerked out the question.
who is it now, aunt Kate?
/ There, Hattie. do come round. That's
good girl. Your uncle is going to bring his
! btIueN Oul W pChN q iS" "SSHS
at T.. 1, is a splendid match. His uncle
has the care of his property. and saws it is
enormous. He is an adopted son of Greaves,
the millionaire, who lett him all his proper
ty. They say he is very liberal to his
mother, and has started all his brothers IN
business. Now, HattieE
The appealing paihos Of her tone was too
much for Hattie's gravity. She burst into
fit of laughter, and ran off to perform her
task of dressing for conquest.
/ Even Aunt Kate was satisfied with the
result. The blue muslin, cut in the most
/ fashionable style, with its peasant waist OF
azure silk, showed tho white round arms
/ and shoulders, and defined, tho delicate,
| taperiug waist; the fair soft h air, rolled back
in waving profusion, was gathered into a
blue silk net, dropping low on the neck, Its
curling masses threatening to burst the
/ pretty barrier.
Bent upon being good girl she greeted
the tall, stal ely visitor with finished courte
| sy, conversed of ali the winter amusemeuts,
talked ball and opera, ballet and concert, as
| If the waving trees were not whispering an
! invitation to natures music, and she were
not longing to obey the summons. She sang
Verdi's last agonizing yells till she was
/ crimson with the exertiou, and she famed
| herself gracefully, as she acknowledged Mr..
Greaves' compliments; but, in her own
rooms she tore off her net, and paced the
room angrily with fair hair floating around
| her shoulders.
| Haven't said wouldn't do it?' she said,
stamping her little feet. And here l am in
| the traces, working as meekly as my kind
! auntie could desire, to secure this good
/ match won'Il won't do it! Come inP
/ for quick rap interrupted her passionate
/ soliloquy-
I MY DEAR said Aunt Kate coming in soft
/ ly, 1 came to tell you You needn't wear
: your best wrapper in the morning. He's
engageGn
/ Engaged! How delightful
! L am glad you think so,' said her aunt,
ruefully.
Then 1 may do lust as please?'
| Il suppose so. There is no profit in vast
ing ones ammunition. And to think how
lovely he looked tonight, and how splen-
didly you sang the air from Traviata! And
he is engaged to Miss Nellie Martin
'Never mind, aunte; there is as good fish
| in the sea as ever were caught!
Hattie! how vulgar"
That's the principle. auntie. in homely
language
And, peeping over Milton Greaves' shoul-
| ders, as he writes to his brother, you may
read.
And Won may tell Nellie. George, that
she is still first in my affections; my aliesi-
auce stood the threatened shock. Fancy
this lovely rural retreat, Inhabited by two
ultra fash ionable ladies, got up in the latest
stvIe of criHoline. founce and fashi ion, dis
coursing the opera and ball room, and Hour
ishiDg up and down the scales of Verdrs
atrocities. The formidable niece is pretty,
as my uncle said. but rather too marked in
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Fancy the gentleman's astonishment, the
next dav, when the table party
met him. Mrs. dali, cool and comfortable o
in her white wrapper, and hair screwed up
in pins; and Hattie. with pretty chinz
fdress and floating curls, sublimely composed
Dder his most uplimentary speech bes.-
The soft blue eyes, that dropped so languid-
ly last evening, now fl ,shed m errv answer
to his soft speeches, till he found himself a;
case with the naturally graceI niece oil the
host.
DO you garden. Mr.. Greaves?
| Sometimes
L am going to take advantage of this
cloudy day to do weeks work in the gar
den. Uncle is going to town; auntie is deep
in preserving duties; so. ify you are not afraid
of suling your wristbands, you may come
, help me tie up rosebushes, and set pinks.'
l: he was afraid of his wristbands, sh e was
utterly regardless Of her little white hands
Into the dark mould, scratched by the
thorns. lifting the heavy spade, or down tc
the trowl depth, she worked at her task till
completed.
'How very kind you have been! she said
at last. standing up before him. This would
have taken me all day alone. Come to the
pump to wash our fingers, and then 1 will
show you the place. Are you interested 7
cows ana pigs?'
Deeply he said, with kind of ludicrous
, solemnitv