Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1867-01-19
A Sentimental Episode.

~ Il v. 81
My bachelor friend who has seen a
good deal of the world, and that pecuF
lar portion known as women, told me one
OF his sentimental experiences the other
day while 1er we were lounging in Green
wood
rive years ago about this time,'' be
said, VI was sitting near this spot with
a very pretty and entirely romantic 'eirl.
who had long declared she loved me, and
who, though blessed with wealthy IA
ther, would have married me and nv
poverty, and defed all her relatives, if L
had permitted her to make such sacri--
.fyce. - te % Ifi'atII moft =
Il was, quite fond of her, as men of
sensiblity and gallantry usually are of
women who love them deyotedly, and
the fact that could not make Eer nv
wife rendered our relation more poetic
than 1T would have been had we been en-
gagged. She was rather delicate aud her
friends feared she had a pulmonary affeo-
tion. She thought she would not 1--we
long and the day we sat together here
she looked pale, and more lovely than ev-
er, The autumn leaves were falling
round us, and with her head leaning on
my breast, she said, with tears in her
eyes: L feel, darling, that am dying.
believe that the next years leaves will
strew my grave, But shall rest sweetly
if can dream in Heaven that you still
love me, dearest nos
'sMy heart was touched as it never
was before, my friend added. 81 fanci-
ed at that moment that l loved her deyot-
edly. was tempted to say, BE mine.
darling, before the world. IF we love
each other, we shall have wealth enough,
and contentmentthat fortune eannotbuv.'
But remembered the day would come
when neither of us would feel SO that
no passion, however ardent, can survive
neagre breakfasts, and cold potatoes at
dinner. SO kissed her tenderly, dried
the dew of her tears ON the rose leaves of
my lips Il was sentimental then); and
told her she would be some mans lovely
wife when [ was at supper after Polonius'
fashion. 1r1
''She looked sad rebuke at this and
shed more tears, which kissed away a.
gam, and We wandered into less lugu-
brious themes,
'tWe retained our sentimental attach
ment until the war broke out. / went tG
the field, and after few letters our cor
respondencc ended. r
EWhen the struggle was over, / came
home, and cne OF the first carriages no.
ticed in the park contained my quondam
inamorata, a middle aged man, rather
vulgar, though very prosperous looking,
and two bouncing children in charge Of a
French-Irish bonnie. One glance told
the whole story: ] perceived that the
sentimental drama had ended as a COM
edy, with marriage; and laughed, as /
had often done before under similar cir
cumstanees, at the prose announcement
of the rose colored episode / learned a
few days after that my sweet Saloma had
accepted husband, of her parents selec-
lion, who had made fortune by Gov
ernment contract, and who did not know
whether Dante was Dane OF Dutch
man, and certainly did not care.
Il was glad she had done so well, and
gladder had been wise enough not to
make her matrimonially miserable. 1
drank glass of wine at dinner every day.
for week to her connubials happiness
1t was barely necessary TO toast her health
then-and, meeting her at the opera
fortnight after, she remembered my face,
out had forgotten my name-the name
ofa man she had vowed she loved better
than her own self, and who Was all this
world to her, and something more. -
Women. are fine rhetoricians," re-
marked my friend, 'but I think they
place small estimate upon the world
and their own souls. r te