The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1867-06-04

I told him, as gently as I could, that ia
lther had conceived dislike for him.
"Impossiblel" said he.
| "Not at all. He said be would aid you
in making your exit from our door, if he
lever caught you here again."
i ~ think had better retire."
/ "Oh, no! Father is never at home a,
this hour"
i "But this is dishonorable."
1--WE can't help his dislikes, you know,
i Mr.. Fagge," l said, with most bewitch-
ling smile. "You called to see me, I be-
lieve. / am of age, and will be happy
to see you any time you will please to
call."
/ An angelio-smile lighted Mr.. Fagge's
countenanee; and to me he really seemed
beautiful. When we parted at the door
he pressed my hand. returned the
pressure slightly. Oh, it was SO sweet
After that, Mr.. Fagge and l were TO-
gether almost every day for fortnight.
Luckily, my father was not aware of this.
did not suppose that he would ever put
his threat into execution; but still, had
he found US together,he might have made
use Of some rather hard words, and they
might have caused an unpleasantness.-
But felt that this would not always last.
There would be an explosion some day.
Well, there was. 1t came rather sooner
than I expected.
Mr.. Fagge and I were together. We
had been talking together as usual for
nearly an hour, when suddenly he turned
toward me.
Beatrice" he said, "there is some
thing that I've been wishing to tell you
for some time"
"Indeedl' I gave him glorious smile.
"What can it beP"
"Beatrice"-I knew by the way his
moustache bristled what was coming.
beatrice, love you"
"Is that alp"
"Is not that enough?"
"Why, l thought, by the expression of
your countenance, that it was something
more serious"
at will be serious enough for me, un-
less you tell me that my love is returned
he said, throwing himself on his knees
before me-
"Indeed?"
I was wondering how he was going to
get up. That was very serious consid-
Grafton to me.
"Can, you love me?"
! did not feel quite certain about that.
IL fact, / think l was in as much doubt
about the state of my heart as Mr.. Fagge
was.
"Will you love me, darlingP"
The next moment Mr.. Faggs gave a
yell of pain that penetrated my soul. -
With hurried glance | took in the whole
scene. My father had arrived, and was
now putting his threat into execution.
Mr.. Fagge made no resistance, but al
lowed my father to lead him to the door.
That was too much. My blood boiled.
I sprang toward them, and grasped Mr..
Fagge around the neck.
HMy dear Aminadab, I Co love you; in
deed do. You shall not take him, fa-
ther; he is mine, my beloved Aminadab. !"
"Beatricel" shouted father.
"No, father, you shall not part US"
"Beatrice, will you obey me?"
"In all but this. But you can never
tear US assunder; no, never"
And I clung tightly to the beloved of
my soul.
Father sank into a chair, seemingly
overcome. I wanted him to speak.
"Mr. Fagge, take chair" he said at
last.
"Beatrice," turning to me, edo you
mean to marry this man?"
"Yes, sir"
care you sure you love him?"
"Yes, sir"
"Enough." Father smiled. "Bea-
trice, allow me to introduce to you the
Hon. Walter Stillfeet, of c.; one of
the wealthiest men in the city, and my
particular friend"
turned toward Aminadab. He was
lust removing a wig from his glossy black
curls; and in his hand held fire red
moustache. With cry of Joy | sprang
into his arms.
"Will you love me as we'll as you did
Aminadab Fagge?" Walter asked.
"Yes," I murmured.
He kissed me.
'There was only one way to manage o
headstrong girl, Mrs. Puggins," father
said, as my mother entered the room.
| We all laughed heartily.
"You played your part well, father,
lsaid /.
/ swell, the rest remains with you and
him"
| All this happened several months ago
| We are married now, but I have never