Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1866-08-16
praise. Truly that wss a happy
winter to Cora, she almost reproach-
ed herself for being so happy.

1t was lovely morning in June
Cors-,lressed in white eambri,
morning wrapper. trimmed witt
shining jet buttons;'a belt Of black a
her tapenng waist. s collar of blael
Grape encircling her snowy neck. he
beautiful tresses looped tastily bacl
with black ribbon, garden hat anC
gloves-was busy in Mrs. Reynolds
garden, clipping the bright, fresh
flowers for boquets.
Can l assist you?" asked a musi
cal, manly voice near her.
"Oh yes," answered she, ''you
may hold this unmsnsgeble bush
while rob it OF its treasures if YOU
will"
Il am ever willing to do your hid
ding" said he, gaily.
Together they worked for some
minutes, until Cora thought they had
gathered as many flowers as she re-
quired. They then retired to the
pretty green. house few PAGES dis
tant, and Cora, arranged the flowers
with artistic taste. into punches, when
she had finished and laid them away
nicely in the basket brought for that
purpose, she was about to star: for
the house Arthur detained her.
80 you are really going home in
three weeks, Cora?"
YES" answered she. trying to be
pleased with the idea.
And will be gone two whole
months, said he again, "will you be
happier there than you have been
here:"
ut will be home, you know, and
shall be so delighted at seeing dear
mamma and sisters" answered she,
evasiyely.
Arthur remained silent for some
seconds, then taking her fair hand in
his, said:
"Cora, four months ago, it made
me very happy when you gave me q
brothers right to hold this hand, but
now feel that a sisterly love on
your part will not suffice for the deep
tender emotion cherish for you; the
love I would offer you is not a mere
passing fancy, but possessing a thor
ough knowledge of the intrinsic
worth Of your dear self; / have loved
you from the very depths Of heart,
which never has, nor never viii beat
for another, as it now does, and ever
viii for you. If you can reciprocate
this feeling, can receive me as the
husband Of your future days, my
happiness will be complete. if not
Here he stopped ana looked at her.
What should she say?" long had
he held unlimited possession other
now wildly beating heart, secretly
she had resolved never to marry
another. Then, would she reject
those appealing heart stirring tones:"
Hardly"
Cora felt that his eyes were on
her, and she could not raise hers.
dearest Cora, may I hope:" ask
ed be, tenderly.
"Oh, Arthur, you know l love
you;" and deep blush mantled her
face.
lie clasped her TO his heart in a
long, fervent embrace.
When Cora again reached her
room, her first action was to pour
out her overjoyed heart in thankful
ness TO the giver of all good, for so
abundantly blessing her.
One week after, as Arthur was
passing the house of Miss Jones,
10 whom allusion has been made at
the commencement of the story, }
thai lady stopped him and requested
him to enter the house. Arthur com
piled, supposing she wished to see
him concerning some fancied all
ment.
Permit us here to say that Miss
Jones was what The folks at D.
termed, an cold maid" with pinched
face, sharp black eyes, and false
teeth and curls. 1t was rumored that
she did not even think she was sick
half the time she sent for the young,
handsome Doctor; but as to that we
can not say.
When Arthur was seated, Miss
Jones said:
doctor, ! wished to see you this
evening, to impart to you something
which 1 fear will not be pleasant;
but my strong friendship for you will
not allow me to keep it from you.
You will remember thst two years
ago / spent a season with my aunt,
at c.. While there | saw much,
and heard more, of young lady
named Cora Winfield, in whom you
are deeply interested. / understood
she was desperate cequette. Moth
ing seemed to delight her more than
turning the heads of gentlemen who
were silly enough to be caught In her
wiles; among whom was my cousin,
who she derided. But after her Ia
theirs death, she thought better OF
his oft repeated offers, and consented
TO become his wife. The nuptials
were to be celebrated in two weeks
from the present time. What was
my surprise, when to day ! received
q letter from aunt, in which she said
that cousin had got bxef note from
Miss Winfield, stating that she had
changed her mind, and would not
marry him. Fearing she might treat
you so, 1 thought l would warn you
I feel so sorry for poor cousin. He
really loves the vain, frivolous, artful
thing. Oh, how i hate her! and
her eyes fairly sparkled with spite
full rage.
Arthur had sat as one stupifed
during her recital; but the bitter
words at the close aroused him. The
hot blood mounted to his blanched
face; and he said, calmly as he could:
Miss Jones, while Miss Winfield
is an inmate of my mothers house,