Bloomsburg democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1867-1869, 1867-07-17

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"There's nothing in them," said the frs
speaker.
Not much, was the reply.
"They dress elegantly, and have worlt
Of sprightly gossip and small talk but a
to culture of the heart or intellect, ! hav'
failed to discover the signs. Twas quit
smitten with Cordelia at frst--sctually il
love with her bright eyes and fair face
but / got over it long ago. Beauty il
very wellin these love matters but sensibl,
man is apt to look little way beneath tho
surface, to see what kind of a foundation
beauty is resting upon. Girls Of this class
are well enough TO dance and firt with
but for the graver purposes Of mat,imony
none but knavcs or fools except them"
''rhere are plenty Of knayes and fools
about" said the friend.
"Oh yes" siad the other, "as witness the
wretched marriages that are constantly Ia.
king place.
There's fellow dancing attendance on
Cordelia now, who is just weak enough to
marry her as show-wife. lie thinks her
queenly
OF Course, if the event comes of, there
will be another miserable couple added to
the list. Both will find themselves disap-
pointed
'By the way" said the other speaker,
breaking in upon his friends homily, what
do you think of the palmer sister,"
Margaret?
Eyes"
"lve ceased to call her plain" he said.
"You would hardly call her beautiful"
81 don't know" he said. II have seen
her when to call her beautiful would be no
error Of language. The fact is, Margaret
has puzzled me at times. Igrant you that
her features are not cut after a classical
model, nor is their what we sometimes call
style in her face. She hasn't the fine
complexion or the large liquid eyes of her
older sister, and yet her countenance is to
me far more attractive-it is so full of mind
and feeling. You forget as you talk with
her, the matcrialines other face, of thought
that transfgures it. Do you want a higher
style than this p
"And yet, " continued the first speaker,
Margaret was v@y homely. There was.a
time when ! almost wondered at her courage
"Yes," said his companion, 81 remember
my first expression also, but it gradually
wore off as came to know her The fact
is, her beautiful soul shines through its ma
terial veil, and you see the light and love
illness within. In the case Of her sisters
the order is reversed. They have not,
fear beautiful souls.
''The mantle they have so long worn in
pride, was the rcpy,i is dropping away from
them, and if they do not see it, will fall up
on the shoulders Of Margaret If I were
choosing wife from among these three sis
ters, | shouldn't hesitate moment Z"
"You would take Margaret, said his
friend.
"Yes," was the reply.
'Not regarding mere beauty as anything
when put in contrast with excellence of char
acter ?" added the first speaker.
II am lover of beauty" was the reply.
Whenever the beautiful is presented, / find
myself constrained worshipper. At first
/ saw beauty only in form and color and
was in. constant danger of accepting gilt and
bloom torendurng substance. Twice | have
been on the eve Of a marriage proposal,
blinded, facinated by mere external charms.
| shuddcr sometimes, when | think of
what escaped in both instances.
''Ihe beauty lay only on the surface. -
Gradually my mind became better iustruc-
ted was able to see the difference be-
tween real beauty aud its fading sembance. |
So, am still a worshipper of beauty but
| recognize its higher types"
''Then, in taking Margaret, you would
still have regard to beauty 2"
"Yes," he continued, ''to that beauty
which fades not, and has power to mould
evena plain face into likeness of ITSELF"
Cordelia heard no more Though con-
ccaled from view, she recognized the speak
ers' voices.
Hopes were dashed to thearth which had
been fondly cherished. She perfectly un-
lerstood some things which had occasionally
puzzled her. She knew not which it was
that certain young men of high. excellence,
who so eagerly sought her favor for a time,
gradually withdrew themselves, and became
attentive to what she had considered less
attractive girls. There was beauty of
which she had not dreamed, beauty
scarcely recognized at first, but growing more
md more apparent, and putting forth allure
nents beside which all that she could offer
vas but as the glitter of tinscl.
"Your sister is looking well tonight"
Cordclia started from her painful revcrie
It the voice Of a matronly friend.
Margaret, you mean?' was her subdu-
d reply.
But for the conversation just heard, she
you'd not have thought of this sister.
eyes, how much she has improved l
lear it remarked OH all sides. You must
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