Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1869-03-26
DELAWA RE, OHIO, FRIDAY, MARCH 2

{ under the maple tree, and walked
along the quiet country road, with we
cheeks and a suffocating weight at hel
heart. Frederic Chestnut iumped mn
threw on his hat, and went out with
his hands in his pockets, like man re-
solved.
The next day he went out again at the
same time-just after the close of office
hours-and the next, and the next
Then the look Of dogged determine
ton that had been clouding his face
cleared away like fog before sunshine,
and he began to whisting at his work
and buying new neck-ties.
ffDo You know, Aunt BETSY" said
his 1and-lady, Miss Halsey, t'that am
! confident young Chestnut is really in
4 love this time. y
Miss Ha1sey was a spruce little
/ spinster, with as many wrinkles as a
loaf of bread lust ready to 20 into the
| oven, and beard enough to quite set up
a youth of moderate ambition. She
/ was as great q snuff-talzer and as great
a taIkeF as Aunt Betsy herself; and
she trotted in, p1czered and spry, upon
/ this morning, with her snuh-box and
! her tongue to talk over things.
''There is one certain sure sign, Aunt
| Betsy; don't you know 1t ? Writing
/ pO'try. DR.. Watts wrote beautiful
/ pO'try, and he couldn't have done it if
he hadn't been IN love. It was a Miss
/ ENOWEs I've 8Ob q DOCK ana II Tells all
/ about 1t, rs said she, solemnly, with a
| deep dive into her pocket for her snuff
/ box far from corresponding with the
! inlpressiveness ef her tone. 'fLove is
| very inspiring, and they are apt to
write it when they are in love L saw
! it when went to neat up Cheshunt's
room this morning. Po'try, sure
enough, capitals nd all there it lay
on his table, wrote out IN a scholarly
hand, with beautiful dourishes and
his name at the end in full handsome
as print. So I suppose I have as good
as lost a boarder, and a first-rate one,''
Miss HaIsey sBuffed and nodded, and
winked, and sighed, and snuffed; di-
vided between regret at her own loss
and maidenly delight over q love story,
The same day father Chestnut, after
following up steirs and down stairs,
and in my lady's chamber, found my
lady at the pen Of her pet pig, with a
pail of water and shingle washing his
face.
''WelI, mother, 7 have got news for
you, !" said he, throwing out his words
all in heap. "GUt letter from Fred
'ric, and he says he is coming home to
spend the Weekend with his wife.
What do you think ofthat ?7
"You don'tp' calculated Mother
Chestnut, dropping her shing1e just
when the pig had laid his head in the
most convenient position, shutting his
eyes and putting back his ears in the
most luxurious satisfaction. A new
shingle, too, nicely smoothed and
sharpened.
unit, doubtfully. .tThat is what Fred |
'ric says his wife. Who do you sup
pose he has got for a wife, mother ?''
Well, the Dudgeon girl, most likely" |
returned Mother Chestnut, with a
weak attempt at cheerfulness. "But |
whoever she may be, father, she viii |
be Freddy's wife, and we must treat !
her like daughter"
Then she went in and put some yeast /
rising for an election-cake that should |
be fuller of raisins than of flour, and /
frosted like Mount Washington in |
winter.
try tea-time covered buggy drove up
to the farmhouse door with a floating
of stone-brown drapery, ribbon ends,
and the light folds of veil, showing at
the side.
Mother Chestnut sighed, swallowed,
smiled, and came to the open door with
wide open arms, ready to take 'Freddy's
wife, whoever she may be-" close to
her warm heart.
"Here we are, mother. Here am 1
and here is my wife" said Freddy,
joyfully, as a bridegroom should,
jumping from the carriage and holding
his hand to his mother.
Then he turned back with a tenderer
touch to take out his wife There was
a flutter, soft rustic, and little spring;
and, throwing aside her veil, there
stood Eliza Orange. smiling and BLUSH
ing like a whole garden of roses.
'fYou dear creeteT,' replied Mother
catching hold of her and be-
ginning to cry.
: II was trying. to- bring. my mind to
that Dudgeon girl, Freddy, and IEliza's
face was such a blessed surprise said
she, following him to the barn, pres
emily.
She spoke with an air of apology, but
with such evident relief that Freddy
laughed the Iight-hearted laugh of a
happy man to whom everything is one
drop more than cup of joy.
"It might have been that Dudgeon
girl, mother, only for you," he replied.
Ne, Freddy! I didn't say a sylla-
BILE. I IWouldn't. 1 never believed in
in such matters" she re-
piled, Indignantly.
Eliza next time;' you know you did
And so, just to please you, have
brought her" returned Freddy, gayIy.
'fAnd mother" " said he, coming closer,
and speaking lower, ''Eliza and L are
thankful to you for helping us over
FOOLS bridge we should never have
crossed alone"
The mother smiled upon her son as
they went back to the glad-faced bride;
while at the self-same moment Miss
Halsey, in Aunt Betsy's cheerful
tried to console herself for the
loss of her best boarder.
sI told you so, chuckled she. ''I
knew it was ballot of verses the first
minute I saw the capitals, and l knew
what that meant. Love is very inspi-
ring, and they most generally write
po'trY at such times.D