East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1864-03-23

"Thcro! don't she look sweet f"i
said Susan jennings. rs it timo to
60 into the parlor yet p
Massa no, my child'' said Mrs.
Jennings.
So Bessie sat down in the midst Of
tho assembled maids and matrons, and
played with tho white flowers in her
boquet, thinkipg-who knows of
what? Perhaps of lonely grave
under the cruel Southern stars; per-
haps the fair face Of the woman who
had welded her lovers heart away.
Somebody spoke to her; she looked
up. andall of sudden her frightened
eyes traced figure beyond the open
door opposite to which she sa.-a figure
hurriedly passing through tho crowd.
"Where is she? / seiH SEQ my own
Bessie, wedding or no wedding Who
has better right than ] !'
The next moment, tho pale, white
robed bride lay, like a fair, still
statue in Henry Ivo's arms.
Z "Stand of, l say!' he cried forcely.
Let no one come between me and
the woman / love. have earned her
to DO my wiie--cained her by long
months Of pain and suffering earned
her by wounds received upon the bat
tle-felds OF the country she loves =
DO you say she is to he married TO
James Grayling? What has James
Grayling done with tho letters sent
to his care ? with all the messages i
entrusted to him ? She had better be
in her grave than married to James
Graylingl Mr.. Atterly, you orc a
Just and good man--Judgo between
inc and the treacherous fox ! fancied
was my friend" .o
"Harry, Harryr' falterod the old
man, II never dreamed o this. Tell
us all about it, my boy, for my old
head swims."
And Harry Ives, still holding Bessie
to his heart, revealed the story Of his
own truth and james Grayling's vii
ainous duplicity Whom lie had fin-
ished the ,npassioned rec.tll, Moses
Atterly clasl cd the brown strong
hand between his own horny palms
aud said. solemny:
"My boy, / ask your parlon for
every doubt that ever crossed my
mind, and l thank the merciful Prov
,;aaence that has spared Bessie from be-
in Jim Grayling's wife. Wo were
calculatin' to have wedin' hero to.
night and it isn't too late yet, if Har-
ny has no objections to bein' married
in his soldier clothes."
"Father !" interpo5cd Bessie, now
as rosy as whole boquet of blooming
carnations blended into ono; but
Harry took her hand in his, whisper
ing:
"Love' shall not feel secure until
/ can call you wiie!" and tho remon-
STRANGE died away upon her lips.
"Are you all ready for the ceremo-
ny Elder Wilkins ?" said Moses !; cause
l b'lieve the young couple is"
The ceremony was scarcely over
before the silver chime Of sleigh bells
souEdel at the door, and james Gray
ling's voice was heard excla.ming:
"Im afraid that I'm a little late I;
but the horse sprained one Of his legs,
and l had TO get him changed NJ
Squire Warrontons. However,
"Yes, Jim Grayling, you are little
late" said Moses Atteily, taking an
unusually prodigious pinch of snuff,
''for my darter's married already"
Married p calculated James Gray.
ling, as if moro thau half unccrtair
whether his intended ia,her-n-!av
was not fit candidate for tho lunati'
asylum.
"Yes-to Harry Ives !"
AS Grayling's bcwiidcred eye caugh
sight in the brilliantly lighted room.
beyond, OF the young soldier, bending
his head to listen to some whispeIct
word from Bessie, lie TUNED dull
dead yellow, and chill dew broke
out around his mouth.
"What does III mean ?" lrv a,ked
at means, Jim Grayling, that your
q scoundrel 70 said the Old man witt
sudden fire flashing in his eyes. :
There's the olon door leave thi
house before Henry Ives sets eyes ol
you for he's spiiited lad, an mrcl
harm might come of it. And nov
bark yo--ncver let'ro see your vi
ainous face again J"
Silently, aud like wounded snake
james Grayling crept out into tn
chill darkness of tho tempestuou
night, q detected, disappointed man.
And so cffectually did he take Nose
Atterly's advice, that the quiet littl
village in the hollow knew lis nam
and presence no more.
And Bessie Ives, tho happicst littl'
wifo in the world, sings softly owe
her work, counting the days until
"when this cruel war is over,' sh
shall welcome her soldier HUSBAND
! back to the grand old pine forests o
Maine once more.
FIRE AT GRAND RArIEs.--About j.
o'clock Wednesday night q fire brok,