The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1864-02-04
Il. svILl. = KY RsDA4, FHBRUAR4 : 1864.


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WINNING AND LOSING A WIFE,
i The young crescent moon hung like a
curved thread of silver, in the orange hori-
zon that still burned and glowed where the
fsun b ad set more than an hour ago. From
the woods that crested the gentle slope
came at intervals the plaintive cry OF the
whippoorwill, and the whole scene was full
of delicious repose. The windows of the
little inn that nestled am ong the hills, as If
Il it had grown up there among the oaks and
bcechss, were draperi ed with roses, whose
crimson cups swung too and fro in the fra
grant wind that had been stealing perfume
/ from thousand sheltered copses and bios
j soming wild flowers. 1t was a pretty, pic
turesque spot enough--not fashionable
hotel, by any means, but merely stopping
place for the stages that performed tri-
weekly journeys over the steep roads to the
mineral springs that lay eight or ten miles
In the -curtained apartment d:gui-
! fed by the title of "ladies' parlor," Que
passenger was quietly saunteriug up and
Idown, waiting for the arrival of the afore-
tsa:d stage. By the light ofthe solitary
lamp on the fable, she looked very fair
and delicate in her dove-colored travelling
| dress and the peariy edgings Of lace round
! her throat and wrists. Her hair was just
that shade Of pale brown that verges into
! gold, and the brilliant hazel eyes, fringed
| by long curled lashes, gave an expression OF
1 winning softDess to the whole face. on
never would have suspected that this girl
was belle and beauty in drawing-roomj
of the metropolis-she seemed so formed By
nature to deck the quiet solitude where
she was at this moment. Thus capriciousiy
does Fate scatter her girl blossoms over the
face of this eartbi
| As she paced the floor, playing with a
sprig Of roses she had gathered from saucy
branch which fairly hung into the room,
and singing softly to herself th e door open
| ed, and ruddy faced old gentleman, armed
and equipped with carpet et-bagsinnumerable
m ade his appearance. s. =.-. - --5.
The stage is ready, Maryl E.- .--
So soon. papa? e. 1920. ISL -e6 ss
So soon! l should think it was time!--
Here I've waited a mortal half-hour in
this savage place, where a body can't so
much as get good cigar or week old
newspaper! I, for one, shall be glad to get
away from it! Give me your travelling
basket, my love-take care of the turn in
the stepsi Here we are, safe inside
Anu away "euL JIG ueIiuS NeulOLS' .
=
l. Hold on, driver here's a pair of belated
passengers for you! .s
The officiating ] ohm drew in his horse 5
with jerk, as a merry voice hailed him
from the roadside.
Room for two, inside? -
Just room, sir.
The door swung creaking on its hinges
and closed again. Miss Vere's heart bad
involuntarily quickeued its pulsatious the
moment. those clear, pleasant accents had
chin ed through the heavy night air, and she
knew that,two rival lovers whose company
she had been disappointed in not having in
the stage were about entering on the scene.
Y es, with all a woman's perversity, she sat
silently in her corner, aud was seeretly re-
joiced that papa was sleeping soundly in
his corner, The two young men, (Alfred
Gordon aud Frank Millbrooke } who had
walked ahead to a commanding point to see
the sun set, soon came into the stage, wh ich
again went jol;ing along until it suddenly
stopped once more.
What are we stopping for now? exclaim-
ed Gordon. s -- a-
The stage door was opened with an alb
ruptness that had nearly preoipitated Mr..
Gordon ont upou the green turf; and the
driver shouted: a-rs.1--.- .A n D.
room fer one m ore? -.'-. -.a
= The expectaut passenger presented her
| self on the steps. By the uncertain giim-
mer of the box lamps, she appeared to be
! shriveled old woman of nearly seventy,
with crumpled black bonnet.a pair ofrusty
| cotton gloves, and an umbrella that must
! have been bequeat6cd TO h 81 from the days
when there were giants upon the earth!-.
| Alfred Gordon viewed her tout ensemble
with dismay.
Il Room. driver? what are you talking
| about? we are crowded alreadyi |
/ know it, si-; but her darter's sick, and
she wants to get to her rightaway. It's old
1-'Siah Smiths widder, down TO - .-
| don't care whose widow she 18th ere
lisn'troom. Look at her clmphor bottles
4 and musty crape-a nice companion to be
iammed into close coach with. Go ahead,
driver, judging from the looks Of her shoes,
4 walk of four or FIVE miles won't hurt her.
Gordonl for shame! exclaimed Mil
brooke, reprcvingiy. Have you forgotten
(. tha: she is weak and aged woman? I'll
hide outside ra yself. Madam, win you ac-
cept my seat?
4 lie aiighted as he spoke, and courte sly
4 offered his aid to the venerable relecs OF
Slab Smith, who, being half blind, and
1 more than half deaf, bad been balancing on
| the steps III stato Vi hOPS+osS' oSs"i'NoE
| ment. .....-........
In vain Alfred Gordon shrugged his
shoulders and curled his lip at-the close
viciuage of the camphor bottle and. big
wicker basket. Milbrooke arranged the
old lady's worn shawl as carefully as II 1t
had been the cashmere of duchess.
don't know who you may, be, yonng
/ sir, said the old creature, in tremulous ;
Voice, as he stleugth withdrew, but know
you're good seS to youF m other. az.g40 q
There was no reply. Tho door was clos,