Charles City Republican intelligencer. [volume] (Charles City, Iowa) 1861-1864, 1864-03-03

to his home. The village had much
increased. A large hotel had sprung
up where Father Jobs sweet little
cottage had stood. Scarcely a spot re-
mained as in those happy days when
he and Ally wandered through the
forest. To do him justice, he still re.
mained unchanged in his love for Al
ly--it was true that he expected to
find her far distant from him in point
of mental culture, but then he COM
forted himself with the anticipation of
taking her to lovely Italian home,
and by patient love-lessons soon max
ing her a suitable companion. But
no Alice was to be found-the villag-
ers had even forgotten her, and he left
the place with deeper, heavier sadness
than he had years before. Then hope
danced merrily before him-now the
future contained no anticipations of
sweet wife, Alice and home happiness
His uncle, who had been his guardian,
was q bachelor, and resided on a
large plantation at the South. He
and his nephew were much attached
to each other, and to his home did
George repair, and so readily did he
fall into the solitary habits of his un-
cle's bachelor life, that there seemed
little possibility of his heart ever own
ing another love-but who will an
swer for their own constancy?
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" wish you would marry, George"
said his uncle one day after dinner.
They had just arrived in Washington,
in which place they intended staying
short while during the season."
A sweet little wife," his uncle con-
tinued, would cheer up our lonely
plantation. | wonder you have new
er married--handsome, wealthy, moth
ing to prevent you"
Why, my dear uncle" exclaimed
George laughing, "you should have
set me the example yourself, why did
you never marry 2"
should have done so, George"
replied his uncle sadly, but the only
woman | ever loved died suddenly on
the eve Of our marriage. Heigho 4!
had she lived, should not now be the
lonely creature | am. l visited my
friend Morton this morning, while you
were lazily resting after your journey
the one whose political course you
so much admire-he looked so happy
he was stretched out on q lounge
reading. while his daughter, beauti-
ful witch, was singing and playing
away merrily, to cheer her old father
how | wished she belonged to me
and then thought she would make
such q glorious wife for you"
What Miss Mary Morton ?" ex-
claimed George, /" why she is the ac-
knowledged belle of Washington, nay
of every place, and she is noted for re-
jecting every one-they accuse her of
possessing neither ambition nor heart
Young Smiley bored me for an hour
this morning with her peerless charms
and accomplishments"
But George did not find himself SO
bored when be met with Miss Morton.
He found her indeed beautiful and ac-
complished, but at the same time
there was an air of frank cordiality in
her greeting that made him forget she
was belle and a stranger. Her
bright eye danced most roguishly as
she returned his ceremonious saluta.
ton, and noticed his uncle's gratiied
look.
He was soon her favored attendant.
She rode, drove, danced and waltzed
constantly with him, until every one
pronounced it a match. George was
deeply fascinated with her, but at the
same time felt keen remorse for his
bad faith to Ally. and feeling of dis
satisfaction would come over him when
he caught himself contrasting this
high bred beautiful creature with the
lowly Ally Ray"
~ could never love but once" said
the belle one evening in a brilliant Cir.
Gle, as one talked of love. A fig fol-
your second loves-there is no such
thing as second love-" and she extend.
ed her hand to George, with strange
look of mingled confidence and mis-
chief combined, as the band struck uE
a waltz-his brain whrled as her soft
breath played on his cheek during the
bewitching measure of the music-ht
scarcely knew how he moved. "
will tell her ALL" he murmured to him
. self" she may refuse me, but still
she shall know that there can be ;
wild, devoted second love-" And h
! told her all the next morning as sh
was arranging some new flowers tn
gardener had brought for her tin.
7 conservatory. George dwelt on tn
T fervency of his love for Ally--he de
scribed with manly sincerity her gir
ish beauty, and confessed nobly hi
deep affection for even her memory
I the maiden blushed, and tears trcu
blcd in her bright eyes as he dwelt o
. the sad years after they parted.
"But why did you not write to her ?
7 said she. in low tones. as she ben
over fragrant plant.
g ~ did, over and again, but in Vi
I ter desperation, for l knew not eve
I where she lived"
# She never received your letters,
J said Miss Morton, turning toward hir
+ he gazed at her wildly" George
o George \" whispered she, as she drc'
l. from her breast the little locket, an
have you not recognized your littl
II Ally Z" ..s
d 1t was indeed sweet Ally Ray. b.
d VIC will leave our hero and heroine
lie enjoy their dclrium Of love, while "
d explain in sober language how Il
r little Ally Ray was metamorpho
ID ed into the brilliant Mary Morto
', Her uncle had become distinguisht
e, man. The Eastern and Northel
Or States send many such men as Eldrt
Morton out into the far west, to SET
their fortunes, and the habits Of 81
re dependence they are early taug
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