The Daily empire. (Dayton, Ohio) 1865-1867, 1866-06-09
THE DAILY EMPIRE.
,irn.H H. n ROBINSON,
PDBL5sHER AND PROPRIETOR.
Mr. THOMPSON's UMBRELLA

~ Oh how. sick | was Of nearing about M,
IhQmpsonI My poor aunt she meant /
fYefy Kindly, or course, but She little kney
now sne made me hate those single gentle
i, Imen whom she SO wlshed me tolplease
"A Was an orphan, Iahd had forty pounds
50 suppose her an%iety to to See % me e marie, mn Tt
J was both cdmmehdable' natural, but /,
me II was dreadful. Moreover, perbaps
because was proud girl, and, perbans
too because II was q foolish one the Iner,
tlaet oi man, young or ahiddle-aged-
only the old and, welded were excluded
coming TO the house on my account. mad,
him detestable III my eyes. II should NOT
wonderif that were not the reason why /
Pleased none. i was said TO be pretty
may saythat now, alas it is SO long AGO
but palmer girls, with no greater adyan-
tages than fhad, went OF 40 premium lu
the marriage market, and remained Au-
gnsta Raymond, uncared aud unsought for.
dld not care, not j. / only lamented that
aunt would worry both these unfortunate
lgentlemen and me with vain efforts 10
,llnake them admire me, and make me like
theln' she was my best friend, however,
and loved her dearly. So now sat down
10 the piano aud played Chobin's march,
and practiced for the benefit OF the devoted
Mr thompson, who was TO come this eve
ning, and who little knew, poor fellow. he
nad been invited to spend D week with us
Ior thc express purpose of falling in love
with his second cousins niece. 4 had not
seen him since was a child. He was a
Young man then, tall, dark, and grave and
already on the road ts prosperity, lie was
rlch man inow-at least, rich for such u
poor girl as was, but he was Mr.. Thomp-
son, and hated him; besides. he must be
old, quite old. .I..
i thought of all these things whilst / was
playing, and then i forgot them, for the
dlVinc music bore me away, and music was
a passion to me then. l}oD DIT
We lived IN the country, and a sinaIl but
beautiful garden fficlosed my aunts cot
tage. It was a low one, with broad rooms.
little dark, perhaps, yet strangely pleas
ant. AZ least they seemed 80 TO me. |
dearly liked the room in which / now sat
playing. Itwns our best room, but II was
also our, sittlng-room A central table was
strewn with books. some of which were
dear old friends, aud others were pleasant
ana new acqualntgnces. Flower-stands.
work -baskets, and delightful chairs. chair.
made TO read or dream in, added TO the at
fractions of this apartment. / eDioyed IL
even as played but then, to be sure. the
windows were all open, and every one rave
me glimpse of the green garden, Wflh
patch of blue sky above Its noddin0 trees
and the sweet scent OF the mignonette came
In with every breath of air Where are
you now, pleasant room and green gardenp
Inc ruthless hand OF man has laid you
waste. and my eyes can see you no more
Is there no home for lost places, no dream
land like the Indians hunting ground.
where the things that have once been NAV
enjoy u shadowy existence? Are vol,
really forever gone and lost, save when Won
come back every time q woman. whose hair
Is turning gray, hears that grand, mournfnI
music to which your pleasant homeliness
would seem so little nEinY . HI'iI
my dearl Mr.. Thompson y, said NV
aunts voice, as closed the instrument. /
tnrnedlroundpnd saw him tall, dark, grave,
very little altered, and not at all old We
mad oxpeeted him for dinner, and he had
come for luncheon; l forget how the mis-
take arose, As he Qpeued the garden gate.
nc met my aunt They heard me PLAYING,
and stood by one of the window 10 listen
When ceased, they entered the room. and
u was then that as said, saw him. NJ
. did not know ii at the time hut I,kne,v
" later; liked him from that very moment
an, not sure that every girl would have
llked Mr.. Thompson. lie was decidedly
good looking. and be was both shrewd and
Pleasant; 1nt pc mad quaint and abrupt
manner: which wasapt TO startle strangers.
hkedlit well, however,. liked that &c
which never took him too far.
and that slight want OF polish which gaye
Iiav0r TO everything he said or did. 1 fixed
al, excepting his s'umbrtlla. That detest-
.d. H. was large, solid, massive. and tlrea,l-
Iully optrnsive lie bad 10 in his hand, on
hat bright warm day, and long us our ar-
luainthnce lasted never saw Mr. Thomn-
ION without IL. Later, when our Intimacy
lad progressed ] taxed him with this
Yes, he SAID, good lhiiInorediy. VI confess
{ Is my hobby. N.Y. earliest ambition as a
10Y was. 70 confess an umbrella, and nv
,,,.I ,Lentest 1;9gPplhes9 as man is 70 go about
OF coarse, we aid not speak abobnt, his
on this the iirst morning we spent
ogether. Mr.. Thompson praised nv mn
lc' and looking me,full In the face told
reamble, and ] saw DE meant il. NV aunt
Vhs delighted, aud | felt pleased; but.
omehow or other, ] also felt that Mfr.
thompson treated me like a little girl; and
ne din,,Inot merely then, bnt ever after-
ID before saw him. and could nN make
I'm think me old now that he saw me.Ir..,
MIR, Thompson did not stay week with
3, but a month. o, that happy month.
'lth long golden days and delicious even
igs' ana music and sweet, converse! shallI
yer forget u! II the wakening was Bit
II, let me remember that the dream was
cry sweet. ....., go, ,l,r'','T
Mr.. Thompson WIS to leave as next
orning, and we were In the garden 90
ether. ] knew by this time how 4 felt
ward him; and. kind though he was 1
luhted IL be cared much for me. And
hen he said Augusta, have something
say to youl my, heart began to beat
G used 10 call me Augusta now and then.
iving known mo as child but never had
; said 1t so kindly as this evening.
An, Well | suppose many women have
20 through the bitterness Witch came 10
e then. Mr.. Thompson had met nv
'uAn Jessie ut Mrs. Gfny's, proposed 70
n, and been accepted. From the moment
, mentioned Jessle's name. 1 kuew nv
te. without seeking L. suppose She
III ever stood between me and every good.
le had taken The friendship Of MY hest,
lend. the liking Of my, nearest relative-Il
as NOT really my aunts neiee, only her
10 husband's7-aDd now she had torestalled
e IN the love OF the only man had ever
red for. Surely She was not To blame in
at but y, how bard how very hard il
emed TO me! The nightingale sanglin
trees aboye us pure, brilliant stars
lrned IN the sky the garden was full OF
lgrance; and Mr., Thompson went on
uring Jessie's praises I'm my ear, She
" 80 handsome. SO bright, 50 genial, and
delightfully."- innocentl And whit db
N suDDOs0 he toll ana. all. this TO- Nku.,, al