The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1866-10-12
MY TWO LOVERS.
BY MARY x. CLARK.


"a man who il unkind to his moth
er and sister will ill.treat his wife,
My aunt Hattie, who made this
sage observation, was a shrewd, sar
castle old maid, who, for fourteen
years, had filed the place of parents,
friend and counsellor to her orphan
niece. 1t hal been no sinccurc, this
place OF hers; for / was frail child,
and my position of heiress made her
Office of chapcron to my young lady
ship an anxious trust.
'Auntie! trembling at my heart
made my voice unsteady 'Auntc
dear, of whom are you thinldng2'
'Of two men. Filth, who are court.
ing my niece. That's an old tash-
ioned word, dear; but I'm an old
fashioned woman. / mistrust Car
roll Vaughn, my child There is n
tone in hiS voice, when he speaks to
Mary, that sounds unnatural
Carroll Vaughn" 1 cried. why.
auntic, he is the pink of courtesy,
and how beautifully he speaks of du
ty to his widowed mother!'
Il mis'rust him, Eide. like John
Myers better. lie is rough, but
frank. Hem! blushing, Edcr
Not y bit of it, auntie. Now, my
sage monitor, tell me one thing
When poor girl sees man as she
chooses TO see him, IN his company
dress aud most fascinating manners
how can she judge OF his domestic
yirtues? / cannot visit Mr.. Vaughn
at home, nor Mr., Myers either, for
that matter
'Ele, will you do an errand for meS
Certainly, I will
Il wish to inquire the character OF
girl who applied for q place here
yesterday. She has lived with Mrs.
Vaughn and Mrs. Myers
'Auntie, | see.
DO your Run off for your bon
net, then?'
Away | went. was some time
dressing, and took a mental survey
of my two admirers while l donncd
my walking suit.
Carroll Vaughn was handsome
man, who dressed in faultless taste,
and who had the most courteous and
finished manners | had ever seen -
lie spoke of women rs OF creatures
too bright and good for every day
life, and treated me certainly as be-
ing to be respectfully adored at n
distance.
No wor Ia can express the defer
cnce with which he treated both my
aunt and myself, and the loving de
votion he had expressed in speaking
of his widowed mother and sisters
had often brought tears TO my eyes.
! knew that he was poor; but / thot
him talented, and capable of making
his mark in the world, were the
means of starting fairly within his
power. This WAS my most ardent
lover. Thcn--aGd here felt my
checks burn, though | was alone-I
thought of John Myers. His hon
est, frank face was only saved from
positive ugliness by the most bill.
liant pair Of large. black eyes, and
his figure amply atoncd for his lack
OF beauty in his features. IL was
tall and finely formed, and his car.
riage was erect and manly. Reserv.
cd and almost bashrul in his manners,
he hal never spoken II word OF love;
but there was a softness in his tone,
and flash on his brow, when he spoke
to me, that told the tale without need
Of spoken words. Others might
seek the golden treasure NY fathers
will had left to me; but il John Ny
ors spoke ever of love to me. | felt
sure no sordid hope of winning an
heiress would prompt hun.
'Iler name was Margaret O'Neill,' >
said my aunt to me; he sure to in.
quire il she is good ironer, Edc,
Il will. Goodbye
went first to the house OF my
handsome beau. 1t was early in the
morning, when i'Ga Fang sosffi9ck sfF9c in in At. the
bell. The servant showed me into
the front parlor. l merely said that
lady wished to inquire the charac
ter of servant, and drawing my
veil closer, went into the room.
While waiting for Mrs. Vaughn to
come down, heard a familiar voice
on the stairs. say familiar, though
the gentle, winning tone it had al
ways assumed in my presence was
changed for high, discordant, scold
ing one.
Where the (I omit the oaths, }
SIS my breakfast?
Il am coming, Carroll said his
mother; 'but there is n lady waiting
to see me-
'Lct her wait
Did you see Mr.. Lee, CarrolV
no. (another oath.
81 am afraid you will lose that sit
uatlon.'
sWell, it don't matter, | intend to
get the situation OF husband to an
heiress!
very vague, Carroll
mentally assented.
4 Where's MaryY Why the thun'
der don't she get my breakfastT
She is making Miss Jones collars
She is in a hurry. II you would see
Mr.. Lee, Carroll, your mother and
sister need not work SO steadily
'May might as we'll get usod TO IL