The Union. [volume] (Georgetown, Del.) 1863-1866, 1864-04-15

Tn, ashamed to own that in that event l
deliberated between hanging myself to the
longest branch of the stout tree against !
which 1 leaned, or drowning myself in the
pond at my feet. Suicide presented itself
as a natural and commendable way Of ar
ranging matters at such crisis. Perhaps
recent perusal of the Sorrows of Wer-
ter" had something to do with it.
So that afternoon / asked Kitty Guion
to walk with me, and she went A tall,
slender, very pretty girl of nineteen, with
hazel eyes, and golden hair all rings and
ripples. She wore a white dress that day,
and a broad straw hat with ribbons OF
cerulean blue, and roses in her bosom.
And she walked placidly beside me, pratt
ling of dozen things, until we came to a
spot in the woods where there were wild
flowers and spring, and white pebbles
over which the water dripped, and a stone
slab for seat. On this rustic bench she
reclined, and knelt at her feet, and words
could not have remembered an hour
after, to save my life, poured from my
lips, and in them told Kitty Guion how
| loved her, and asked her whether she
loved me.
| She didn't.
That | learnt, somehow, before she spoke
and I suppose acted as an older man
would not, when I covered my face with
both arms, and buried it in the grass and
sobhed. Oh, the passionate, heeting, glow
ing first love of boy how sweet it is
while it lasts.
Kitty was year younger than |, yet how
much more womanly! In minute her
hand rested on my hair, and she said
s'I.isten to me, Mr.. Arlington, and don't
think hard of me. You seemed so young
80 boyish, ] never thought Of this. | car
trust you with secret know. have
been married months aad months-nearly
} year-to a gentleman much older thar
: you--past thirty-who will claim me very
soon. Mamma and papa objected to hin
because he was poor, and SO - 1t wa
, wrong, perhaps, but am his wife, ant
there is my wedding ring" and she show
!, ed me circlet Of plain gold which gilt
! tered on her finger.
'.On the wrong hand, she laughed, "bu
wear it. So you will not be angry, = sh
said, 'but be mJ friend always, for fec
!, almost as though you were young brothe
Of mine. Aud now goodbye, am goin
J, in te sit, with mamma. ,-~ w r--g-',--
z she left me--to despair, | said and b.
q q lieved. ! was very wrctched just thei
u and fancied that Wertcr's sorrows wei
I; !; nothing to my own, but / did not kill m.
"a self, although / went away from Hickoi
e. Hill that very night, to the great surpri'
! of old Mr. Guion, who wondered at m
forsnking the country "when the shootir
Ut was SO good" All, ] could have told hi
that the game sought had escaped m
y, Adious were spoken in the wide hal
invitations to come again, "a pleasa
&c &c Journey" good wishes Of all kinds, and
lg with my portmanteu, left the gate, but
er itswung to, elGn hands caught it and til
ny Dolly slipped out into the road.
"a, e'Mr. Arlington, take care of the phi
pena, and do just what said. Good-by
Kiss me-"
pressed my Fps to hers and her lit
cheek was hot md wet, and her little ar
., clasped nay neck, and down into my hei
i'h sank sort of indescribable thrill, al
=, strange to say, on my road city-ward
es osa the groaning, shrieking train, thoug
erS more of six-year-old Dolly than of
Cousin Kate.
- O, tickle boyhood in a month / /
''"' another divinity-in twelvemonth ano
er. began to 1irt; l was admired.
my studio, here painted portraits W
- hard eyes like jet, or sapphire and +
o"' cheeks of deepest vermillion, and mi
such idealized limitations of human nat
joo as would have charmed worshipper
wax dolls after the fashion Of enthusiai
!, beginncrs-to this studio came DANES
'"," ''@. damsels, and painted them to their {
e'li sR' my own satisfaction. After q while |
NJ. NJ. gan to have dreams Of historical pictu
'1'o and painted one, with Queen Elizabeth
it, on a ruff of adamant My best re
~. lection of the production at this da
.no aro that her majesty looked liked an anc
"ie and vindictive ghost in white tin (sul
sed to be satin) and that the backgro
-. was by far the most prominent and
he he liant part of the production. My fri
jerks, an art critic, came to see 1T
adored it. sa fca4.
-4on . "Charming charming p he said;
ca So 7 your style wants mellowing. Go to Ital
"A f. go to Italy, my boy, and your country
on > be proud of you"
bert My style did want something I ov
that with pang as gazed on the "gr
h,uo ghost" of good Queen Bcss in her met
raiment And it might be mellowir
perhaps it was. If Italy would melloV
| would go to Italy.
me. sold Queen Bess. A romantic W
bilo- lady, who thought thatthe prominent
2 culine figure resembled myself and toll
liked so, purchased it. And my prepara
ouse. were made and when the Martha J
good Captain Bobkins, sailed, I was on b
time. on my way to Italy to have my style
Ipped lowed, Il didn't quite understand
vain jerks meant by the term YETI leavil
me and B and G, my artistfriends, benin
only on the shore, very mellow already
aboye parting glasses and waving their hsn'
Iousin chiefs cheerily. ' ''i-
myself Does it do any one good to 60 to-l
gave..pI'm not sure. There were hundre
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