The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1867-09-21

LII ~ very sweet to know Cn0t IL Is you, your
very self, that pleases, and not what you wear.
I'll wear it forever them" said with sudden
intensity.
"Not forever" said he;" shall want to see
you in a certain dress l pictured in my minds
eye, one of those days"
| What kind of a dress was it wondered, and
would l ever be rich enough to by it /?
| So we reached our place of destination, and all
five sisters of us trooped into the dressing.room.
| watched the girls rs they took Of their wraps
they were to the ''rnanor-born;" smoothed out
their dresses deity arranged putfs, shook out
laces before the mirror, and having done, fell
upon me- Each one gave me finishing touch"
then kiss, and concluded with saying, snow,
there" which meant, possibly, that they had
done all they could tor me.
1t did not confuse me, the brilliant company be-
low; for Mr.. Heath was beside ME, and thought
only OF him. 1 heard people question on this
side and that: SIS that the plain Miss Hartwell?'
They were curious to be introduced to me, as if
/ had been handsome. wished to appear well
for his sake. So talked the best 1 knew to all
who sought me and when they asked me to sing,
complied without ALI excuse The people had
laughed and talked while the other music had
been going on ; but when began to sing, there
was dead silence. / rose from the piano, feel.
ing rather than knowing, that had received q
rare compliment. Encouraged by appreciation,
my spirits rose. When we were about to leave,
there was a group around us. Now you have
come out OF your retirement, we shall expect to
see you often,' said one and another.
looked at Mr.. Heath--he did not share in my
pleasure. His brow was clouded, he seemed
strongly and strangely displeased.
My heart fell. Coming home, l took his arm
in silence. By-and-by asked, in a voice that
falterd "What has displeased yous Have /
vvl-
ashamed of me ?"
Ashamed Of you Not I indeed Can't You
guess what the matter isf'
Tell me--tell me. You were never displeas.
ed with me before"
"Oh, Annie, can't you see that am as jealous
as man can Der"
Jealous Of me plain Annie Hartwell!
Oh, dear delight! If he were jealous, he cared
for me more than had dared to hope for sim.
pie as was, was not SO simple that did not
know jealousy to be the shadow cast by love.
Women, more artful, would have infamed his
jealousy. But IL never had but this one ad.
mirer, and l could not bear that he should even
seem to suffer.
eff it displeases you," cried, II will 70 no
more into society, but stay at home always
''Then promise one thing, Annie, that-that
home shall be my tireside" -.
did promise. couldn't have him displeased
you know.
NY mother and the girls were not at all sur
prised Ihad thought they would be. you're
80 simple ANNIE" laughed they. told Mr.
Heath they thought me simple" Was I so!
"Quite deep enough for me-" was the reply.
For the first time in my life went shopping
that spring. 1t was tiresome, but on the whole
it. l had no idea what simple ward
contented me heretofore.
hove <o 1,,,,
At u th, however, everything had been pur-
chased but one; and that was the dress my low
er-how sweet the word sounds-had said was
the one he wished to see me in.
had wondered if would be rich enough to
buy it; in my simplicity never guessing it was
the one woman hold in such choice esteem-s
wedding dress.
I had no need-he sent it to me. A silk Of
creamy snow, throwing off the light in silvery
shafts. like moonbeams; with it came q veil fine
as a cobweb. They were both too beautiful for
me" declared.
"Too beautiful I! Nothing is too beautiful for q
bride" said my mother and sister.
I do not know whether made "plain bride
or not the question arises at once, whether q
bride is ever plain. Strange to say, my husband
declares he had never seen prettier one. Oh!
the charming delusiOn of love, that can find beau.
ty where all the world is blind!
don't know how it is, but since have been
married, it has been found out that have a
"sweet expression" "a talent for conversation"
ga faculty" for doing any number of things.
think happiness has called into blossom qualities
that might always have been in the bud, or that
would have withered away unnoticed otherwise.
In one of my drawers, laid away in rose leaves,
is the little white apron made to set off my
brown merino. do not hate brown now; my
husband says it is home color, and find it not
unbecoming, for my face is 30 bright with hap.
piness, that think it casts reflected light upon
every thing wear; 80 that may don the dull
estcolors with immunity.