The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1869-06-01
TWO RAINY EVENINGS.

been 80 lonely all day without mother
and there will not he any one here this
evening. To be sure did not think
was without collar, but rs to the hair
plead guilty.
"Well, child, I'll not scold; but never
allow yourself to be in such disorder
that, at any time. one might"
But at this Mays hand was laid coax
inglv on her fathers lipg, while she plea
ded:
"A lecture is just as bad as scolding,
and III never do so again.'
II sHralmost sure. May, that a word
to you will be sufficient but to impress the
importance of this still more on your
mind" and Mr.. Warnings face frightened
with an amused smile Il will tell you
story"
"A true one, trust" interposcd May,
rs she sat down at her fathers feet, and
rested her head, with its weight ofsunnv
tangled curls, upon his knee.
s'To commence in the time honored
style, then, when was young l was in
timately acquainted with young man,
who was very much in love with a lady
whose lively manners, and beautiful face
had not only enthralled him, but many OF
his acquaintances.
''On such night as this, when the
rain was pouring, and the wind blowing
so hard that all who had homes were glad
to remain in them, this young friend OF
mine thought it just the evening. for the
urging of his suit, and wrapping himself
as comfortably as possible from the
weather, sailed forth, little caring for the
wind and rain, with q heart 80 full OF
gladness.
cat last he reached her door. The
servant knowing him to be frequent Wis
itor, directed him to the little back par
lor, where he had so often sat, with his
idol But, alas he was destined never
to itthere again, under the same circum
stances. His entrance interrupted an
cry, impetuous tones, and afforded hin
a view of-not the neat, yivacious sprit'
ofthe drawing room, but young lady
with hair that looked as if it had not beel
taken down since the last party, a morn
/ i ig dress that once might have been blue
but now was scarcely mentionable col
or-it was torn and pinned, and thos,
small, we'll shaped feet, had lost hal
their beauty in the untidy slippers. HI
noted all this, while she, with i'll conceal
ed impatience, endeavored to welcome
him, iacoherently stammering somethin:
about the rainy evening. and the ser
want
His call, as you may easily imagine
was not long, and as he walked rapid,
from the house, his thoughts were a
dreary as the streets through which h
moved Could he bear TO have a wifi
who dispensed her sunshine to the worlt
alone, and reserved to her own home tn
darkness and dreariness of never. endin!
rain. No and so the happy home h
had pictured was enveloped in deel
fog, and his bright castles fell slowly t
the ground.
"Occupied with these thoughts, he wa
much surprised to find that he had gon
many blocks out of his way, and wa'
standing before house, to which, be
fore his infatuation, he had often gon
before, and acting impulsively, he ran:
the bell, and was ushered in. Here, too
he was directed to the ck-parlor. Bu
what different picture! Here, the youn!
lady, with bright smiles. rose and toll
him, how kind he was to come on such
might She, had expected no one-but i
made no difference with her shinin!
brown braids, and snowy white collar
With eyes that sparkled, she talked s.
merrily, while her busy white fingers KEEP
time with the needle. And my frien'
noted all this-looked, and thought, ant
grew in the knowledge of true woman
character, and in one year he had claim
ed those eyes to sparkle and smile at hin
forever; and now, when compare IN.
Ada with Mrs. Ferguson-"
"Oh, papa. Ada! Mrs. Furguson
Have you been telling me you owl
story ?"
But before Mary's qucstio n had receives
its answer, the door opened, and Mauric
Brookner entered Maurice BrookneI
whose fastidious ideas Of dress Ma.
knew so well.
With burning cheeks, she rose from he
low seat, and babe him welcome, takin'
the opportunity while he spoke with he
father, of bringing two orthree of thos
bright curls into place. How she di
wish he wouldn't look at her so much
more than was necessary, and then Mr.
Brookner's large dark eyes wonld leisul
ely survey, while Mays small han
would unconsciously steal up to the col
larless throat, or wandering further still
stealthily contrive to bring one more tru
ant curl to its place.
AT length Mr. Waring rose, saying;
'Ihave some important letters to write
May be excused for short time? Nj
Brookner, my daughter plays chess re
markably well, i think you will enjoy
a game with her.
by all means, Miss May; l shoul
like nothing better"
May was very glad of this relief, for sh
thought, ''now he will have to look at tn
chess board
| And did he May scarcely knew; 70
when ever she moved, and raised he
1 eyes to see how it affected him, she in
variable met his eyes, and after one @
these encounters, she made such mistak
that she seemed to have no chance at al
and was about doing the most despcrat
thing possible, when her hand was seize,
and 'the old, old story, was told again.
j Wrapped in their own thoughts, Meth
er heard Mr.. Waring enter the room, I'm
til coming up to them he asked:
"And who is victor I"
"I sir" replied Maurice, ',for I hav
won you own daughters hand, and nee
only your approval, to make me happ.
victor
Late that night, after May had a long
confidential talk with her father after sh
had bade him good night" and was jus
leaving the room, he called her., say
) ing:
"And so, May, l suppose my stor,
with its moral. poes for naucht ~