The States and Union. [volume] (Ashland, Ohio) 1868-1872, 1868-07-29

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Mr.. Elliot threw down his poper
irascibly 'Hs q" i aa.
81 declare I've had less trouble Will
all my fine boys than With this one girl
OF all the obstinate, self willed, set in
their way creatures that ever l saw, &
woman is the worst. l wish there was
some law to shut EN- up in high tow
or until they came to their senses"
Dora Elliot sat pouting in the win
dow, where the warm rose light of the
May sunset turned her brown curls to
gold, and lost itself in the blue, liquid
depths of her lovely eyes!
"Yes, but papa he is cross and old
and ugly, with a shining bald head like
billiard ball, ,and-''
"Old I'd like to know what you
mean, Miss. He's ten years younger
than am" .f
"But L don't want my husband to be
only ten years younger than my father
Fifty years old-abd I am only eigE-
teen.'
II should think you were only eight,
by the very foolish manner in which
you talk Did you ever reflect that
MIR. Mortimer was worth sixty thou
sand dollars p
money isn't anything in tn Is world,
papa"
"It's good deal, let me tell you,
Miss Dora.' aF .
Dora burst into tears, and reiterated
81 don't want to mary him papa. "
"Not another word, )" said Mr. Elliott,
abruptly, as he buttoned up his coat to
leave. :'Want or no want, you shall
marry him before you are three months
older. It's my duty to look after yonr
interests, if you don't know enough to
look after 'em yourself. So you may
make up your mind to be Mrs. h orti-
mer, without any further fuss.
And Mr.. Elliott departed for his
club, with very red face.
Scarcely had he turned the corner
Of the street, when Miss Dora.was con-
soling herself under the light of pair
of magnificent dark eyes, shaded by
long, silken brown lashes, s-
p "How did you know papa had gone,
Jerome p t...-. ... ei =.
; "I saw him as I crossed the Park =
Cara mia, you have been crying"
D "How could help it !! Papa insists
that l shall marry that odious Mr.. Nor
timer" aior --. 7. 1"t ae .
"But Dora, why don't you appeal to
The gentleman himself?" ... .4rs.
II have done so-but he obstinately
declines to listen to anything short OF
an immediate. marriage. Oh! jerome,
what shall 1 do Z" F lis =.
Mr. Jerome Wayland viewed Mss
Elliott's beautiful tear wet face with a
grave, pensiVe expression of counte-
nance. .gfa.a sd. s..nt 4ts
"Dora, we must out man@uvre them
that's all" .. Fl rr 81 h-
"Yes-but how ~ -.rl sre..s
"He will accompany you, to the pic.
mic in Walters Woods next Thursday"
"Yes, of course" --. r.l
"And | have also the honor of an in
vitation. ar. .u-.- :.
"But you said you were not going
perhaps shall-perhaps l shall
not You must be there, however,
with your elderly cavalier" ]" s'eza
Don't laugh at me, Jerome"
ave will both laugh at father Nor;
timer before we get through, my love-
only trust me. l knew one or two OF
his little weaknesses"
And Dora looked up into Jerome's
face with sweet, sly glance, in which
there was trust enough to satisfy
even him. -.rs ...f -...,
Mr.. Felix Mortimer arrayed himself
gorgeously for the pic mic at Walters
Woods, in a suit of buff linen and Mar
seilIes, with the hair brushed carefully
over the round bald spot on the top OF
his compact little. head, and his-pocket,
handkerchief bedeWsd with the most
fragrant perfume. The diamond studs
in his spotless sbirt-front were of the
purest water, and his buff kid gloves
fitted with elaborate precision
81 think TIL do?" was his internal
comment. as'he viewed himself in the
big dressing glass in his apartment.
"Walle1's Woods" was a delicious
little cluster of greenery and velvet
rurf, jutting out from fine expanse of
woodland, few miles beyond the city,
and festive scene it presented, that
glaring May afternoon, all alive with
exquisite muslins and rainbow silks,
and masculine toilets, equally elaborate.
Elbow lovely it is here,' said Dora,
pens,vely, as she sat down on moss
green log, close to the verge of the
waving Summer woods "5.aa" o
'.Lovely, indeed" responded Felix
Mortimer, but he didn't look at the
scenery, nor yet at the deep blue heav-
en- above he looked straight at Miss Do
ra,s dimpled and blooming face.
"Won't she make a charming little
dot of wife," was his inward lcfec-
ton -.... ~. o.. ...t.
r "But I'm afraid she's inclined'to cx-
travaga nce-fresh kid gloves every
time she goes out, and ribbors-good-
ness gracious mel i believe she buys
'em by the thousand yards. L hope
she'll be a little more considerare, as
Mrs. Felix Mortimer certainly
can't afford any such senseless expend-
iture. ~ -'-- ' '' -'''
As these thoughts passo indistinctly
through his mind, swarthy figure
merged from the shadow of the lower
growing woods, almost at their very