The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1863-08-05

tons, came over her as mlitc her heart sick
and sink within her.
The services Of the church went ON mean.
time, and Ruth alone and in her sorrow.
seemed to read the hearts OF those present.
And very few there were who were sincere
in the prayers their lips uttered. The re-
sponses of most Of those gaily dressed wor-
shippers of mtmmom were spoken with
ready lip, but with a thoushtlcss heart and
Il wandering eye.
Ruth felt sickcnod to the very soul with
the sad thoughts that crowded through her
mind and then that such thoughts to the
exclusion of those more suited to the place
and day, had taken possession of her, filled
her with the kceuest remOrsc. With q
strong effort she banishcd them from her
mind, and with n dovout and pcnitent
heart, she followed the remainder of the
service, not once daring to trust her eyes
in the direction of her cousin and Lincoln
Raymond.
In the church yard just as she was going
out of the gate voice close behind her,
that made her very soul stand still, re-
marked
"Do you know, Miss Wiuslow. that lust
now, rs we left the church, caught a
glimpse of face so like Ruth Lees that it
seemed to belong to her very self? have
been looking in vain for the Same face un.
der every bonnet around ever since
Resemblanccs are very common said
tho voice of her cousin Bertha; but it
could not have been Ruth Lee unless they
have carried the art of baloon-making in
Iowa to u greater extent of perfection than
they have with us"
Ruth heard as in dream, and gliled on
reaching her homo ut last worn out both in
mind and body.
My darling Ruth, what is it? You are
as pale rs your own white DRESS and YOU
trembIc like frightened bird. What has
disturbed my precious child p
Ruth threw herself upon her mothers
bosom, and gave way to her feelings in
Hood of tears. She had restrained herself
50 long that now the sympathiaing voice of
her mother unlocked the tcar-gatcs of her
heart.
"Oh mother, am weak and wrong but
when am able will tell you what tr ou-
bles me-"
My dear child said Mrs Leo, when
Ruth had made cicau breast, and told her
all she had felt and thought that day
my dear child, have patience all will yet
be right and well evil may prosper for II
time, but truth must prevail, goodness must
meet its own reward. You can see what is
the design of your cousin Bertha, but she
will outwit herself. 1t would be too great
II wrong that one SO artiul and ruthless as
she should be the wife OF one so pure and
noblc-mnded as Lincoln Raymond"
" But mothor"----
"Now your good heart is seeking to OK
cusc her; can read it in your face. Well,
it is better so. Charity comes from God 4;
and, of all Gods precious gifts, it is the one
least in use"
Day after day passed ON, and Bertha Wins
low laid her snarcs more and more closely
around her victim, until blinded by their
artificial glitter, hc seemed ready to fall
very bright and the most dazzling red
very soft and the touch of her hand, as it
met his, vibratcd throuh every fiber of his
being, sc full of electricity was it for oh
she lovod him with all the intensity and
fire of her nature. 1t might have been well
it might have been, if he could, by little
and little, have influenced her naturally no
bic spirit back TO its original simplicity
and truth but, though young in years, she
hal become 50 old in the ways Of the
world that she would have been more likely
to influence him through unholy love, to
the destruction of his WI purest and lofti-
est feelings.
Day after day passed on, leaving Ruth
Lee more weary and pale from the endless
toll. Every few days would bring her
some fresh rumor of the intimacy of her
cousin Bertha and Lincoln Raymond, Her
whIom companions, who made her now
feel herself to he tneir servant seemed to
take peculiar delight in telling her the well
come news, probably from sympathy for
her knowing that she and Raymond used
20 be SO much together.
One such had just gonc, when carriage
drove up rapidly, and in a moment, Claricc
came bounding into the room where Ruth
was.
oh, cousin Ruth" said she, throwing
her arms lovingly around her, how glad !
am to see you once more! And oh! have
something to tell you to which YOU must
listen at once
What is it, my dearest cousin? am
all attention"
"Oh, it is masquerade! VIII it not be
dcIishttlS? Peal masquerade private
one no one is to know about it; for, you
know, it is against the law. Mrs. Sumner
is going to have it.. tits to be at her house,
which You know, is nearly an acre large
50 we will not want for room. She is going
to have every thing in style The whole
house is to be thrown open to the guests.
am going in the character of tambourinc
dancer and fortune teller, and you are to
make my dress. | tcazcd mamma so hard
that for this once she consented. But you
need not put much work ON it; make it as
slightly as you can, 50 that it will hold to-
gcther for one evening you need not mind