Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1866-06-07
M Mi9rellanenns.
MR.. THOMPSON'S UMBRELLA.
4 BEAUTIFUL SKETCH.

Augusta, l wish you would practice
-pn's march. Mr.. Thompson likes
a,c"
0a how sick | was of hearing about
l,. Thompson My poor aunt, she meant
very kindly, of course, but she little
new how she made me hate those single
lt.emen whom she so wished me to
II ease | was an orphan, and had forty
lds year, and my aunt's annuity died
L her SO l suppose her anxiety to see
married was both commendable and
alral, but to me it was dreadful. More.
ger, perhaps because | was proud girl,
i perhaps too, because | was a foolish
d. the mere fact of man, young or mid
eaged-for only the old and welded
sc excluded coming to the house on
account, made him detestable in my
Us should not wonder if that were
the reason way pleased none. was
md to be pretty-l may say that now,
-as it is 50 long agO-but palmer girls,
th 10 greater advantage than | had,
7nt of. at premium in the marriage
4rket, and remained Augusta Raymond,
cared and unsought for | did not care,
Il |. | only lamented that my aunt
ald worry these unfortunate gentlemen
I'D NE with vain efforts to make me like
en. She was my best friend, however,
Nd loved her dearly. So | now sat
VII 10 the piano and played Chapin's
lEch and practiced for the benefit of the
gted Mr.. Thompson, who was to come
evening, and who little knew, poor
v, he had been invited to spend
X with us for the express purpose of
45 III love with his second Cousins
g@. had not seen him since | was
d. He was young man then, tall,
-.a a5d grave, and already on the road
Haspeuty. He was rich man now-at
Isl rich for poor girl as was, but he
N Mr.. Thompson, and hated him be-
Is he must be old, quite old.
thought Of all these things while was
.n5 and then forgot them, for the di-
music bore me away, and music was
',&on 10 me then
We lived in the country, and small but
'lnul garden enclosed my aunt's cot
K. 1t was a low one, with broad rooms,
lIe dark perhaps, yet strangely pleas
L. At least, they seemed SO to me. |
.aIly liked the room in which now sat
2ng. 1t was our best room, but it was
our sitting-room. A central table was
.Sn with books, some of which were
N AZ old friends, and others were pleasant
new acquaintances. Flower-stands,
<,baskets, and delightful chairs, chairs
2e to read or dream in, added to the at
-tons Of this department. ! enjoyed it
as played but then, to be sure, the
1ows were all open, and every one gave
glimpse Of the green garden, with a
,:l Of blue sky above its nodding trees,
the sweet scent of the mignonette came
TIth every breath of air. Where are
alow, pleasant room and green garden?
ruthless hand of man has laid you
We, and my eyes can see you no more.
.gere no home for lost places, no dream
A like the Indians hunting aground,
-sFe the things that have once been may
shadowy existence? Are you real
"geyer gone and lost, save when you
-' back every time a woman, whose
is turning gray, hears that grand,
>.1'liul music to which your pleasant
~g.Iness would seem so little akin?
Ny dear Mr.. Thompson !" said my
~'s voice, as | closed the instrument. |
-~ga round and saw him; tall, dark,
"s} very little altered, and not at all
A We had expected him for dinner, and
r@o come for luncheon forget how
mistake arose. As he opened the gar
gaze, he met my aunt. They heard me
A !.49' aud stood by one of the windows
,~'eh. When | ceased they entered the
.r VI and 1t was then that, as l said, /