Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1868-07-22
WORTH HER WEIGHT IN GOLD.

Thank fate, shall never be the prey of
q fortune hunter
is Sally Beauclerc uttered the words she
-iElw herself back upon the sofa, and tossed
handsome head with light laugh.
Your fortune is your face, rejoined her
:panion, as he gazed admiringly Gu her
5.e features Sally opened her large eyes
a istOnishment.
\ compliment from you, Tom?' she ex-
l..ned
The gentleman colored. II know am
aav much given to pretty speeches, but you
N w,Sally, that admire you allthe same. "
70 tell the truth, Tom Middleton had for
15ng time loved Miss Beauclerc, with all
.he strength of an earnest and common ma
-rre; but he was very diffdent; he had
sErunk from making known his attachment,
.earing SalIy's ridicule, though had he been
more confident of himself he might have
saad long ago a secresy that Sally eyes took
Little pains to conceal, But Tom never i'm
lgIned how destitute fellow he was in him
self, and knowing that he had no great for
ne to bestow, he did not venture to offer
LIZ hand to the daughter of Senator Beau
land the reigning belle of the city. Sally
vas one OF large family,it is true, and por-
Mess, but her fathers position and her
swn beauty made Tom imagine her to be far
moved from him. Now, he only looked
.-it itwhen she thus playfully sneered at his
all compliment, and, turning away to the
TadOw, did not catch the tender look that
le over Saly's handsome features.
Well what is the weather." she asked,
a-.er moment, as he still stood gazing out
70 the night.
TITS beautiful moonlight, and | think |
L ID better go"
Co oh, no, Tom Why this is the last
me shall see you for ever 50 long"
And will you care?" he asked, as he came
ain to her side
Sally blushed "Of course I shall care,
ON"
No, Sally; tomorrow you are going to
ashington. You will be a belle there, as you
re everywhere, ,andyou will soon forget me- "
No, indeed, Tom Among all those
s.range faces, and people don't care any
ling about, l shall long to see my dear old
lends. "
But not me. You won't care much
neither l am among the number OF not"
Yes, shall"
Tom was fool where woman was concern
d, or he would have known what those
lords, IN that soft, low tone, meant. As ii
as, Wild hope did spring up in his heart,
1T when he looked again at that beautiful
oman 1t died away Il am not brilliant
'5ugh for her," he thought; but he pluck
up sufficient courage to put out his hand
I'd AXE one Of hers.
lou are very kind, Sally he said. u
u come toWashington by and by, and ther
snalI know how sincere your words are. ,
sally cheeks burnt; but at that momen
.a, door opened. Tom dropped her hand
one Of the numerous younger sisters cam'
..'' and the golden opportunity passed ava.
Or they were not alone together again tha
eyeniDg.
On that very same night, nearly a thous
nd miles away, two gentleman were speak
.ng Of this same young lady. They wer
trayelers, who had accidentally met on boar
steamer on Lake Erie They were tots
strangers, and were ignorant even of eac
others names, but had fallen into a chat q
they strolled on deck, under the rays of tn
full moon.
L never was SO far from land before i
my Gfe,'' said the elder of the two, a fine
locking man of about thirty FIVE.