The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1869-12-10

to see many and many as fair a ship
Of hope as yours 90 down into a
soundless sea. You and Ben must
marry, Lindsey, and then you will
belong to each other before God and
man, and whate'er betides, you can
bear it together"
You see had no thought but that
Colonel Walton would consent to
their being married Immediately.
But he said:
" l have no objection to the young
man, bat you can't be married now,
Lindsey did not venture to ask
why. She came to me, looking a
little serious, and asked me what l
suspected was the reason her father
should wish to delay the wedding.
She knew will enough, poor child,
that it was not because of his fondness
for her.
My heart sank. [ had foreboding,
then, that all would not be well for
my treasure. After / went to bed L
could not sleep for the dull roaring
of the sea which / never had minded
before.
When Lindsey told Ben, he said
cheerily:
" Well, ask him again in a month"
The two did not mind; they were
so happy together. 1t was only foolish
old Aunt Nanny who feared trouble.
But was that bad with my PRESENT.
ment that / used to turn away and
cry when [ saw the two frolicking
among the larches, or nestled up to
each other In the porch in the moon
light, murmuring their fondness.
The Arundels were one of the best
families in the State, but they were
not as wealthy as they had been.
Ben had little besides his profession,
but don't think that would really
have INSTRUCTED the marriage. The
difficulty came of Colonel WaltOn's
evil ways.
One evening he brought company
home with him from the city to pass
the night. When the carriage came
up from the landing, / saw that the
Colonel had two men with him. One
was a large, forid faced man, with a
boisterOus laugh; the other was an
elegant polished gentleman, with q
diamond on his hand, and singular
eyes of light hazel. He carried
light cane with lawns head Of pure
gold at the top, and OWNED before
Jack the coachman told me, that this
last was Ross Guthrie of Guthrie
Falls, the richest landholder In the
country. The other was Major
Southly of the cavalry.
Though it was near aine O'Clock,
the colonel ordered supper, and sent
to the cellar for wine. l put about
me how to serve the table, for Col
onel Walton was one who never
would take any excuses if thing was
not done precisely as he wanted it,
and unreasonable as it was to make
such a demand upon me, without
notice, / knew that that supper must
be we'll served. SO / fastened to
make a few hot fishes, and gave
Lindsey the keys to act out the silver,
and sent Jack into the orchard to
pick peaches by moonlight. Lindsey
had the fruit dishes Wreaeeh ed with
flowers, and broke the deW-Wet roses
on the piazza and made boquets for
the table. a
Meanwhile l knew the gentlemen
were playing cards In the drawing
room, and talking very freely over
their wine. Lindsey was little ex-
cited, and had such beautiful color
l was only too glad to remember that
her father seldom desired her attend
ance at table when he brought COM
pany out to suppers-as he had done
once or twice before. For especially
dislIked the looks OF those two men.
Lindsey, Of course, cared nothing
for them. 1t was only. her father she
wished to crafty by adjoining the
table. So when she had wreathed
the peaches with white roses, and
trailed scarlet honeysuckle vines from
the little silver vases, and sent Tip IN
with them, she said, yawning:
That's all | can do for you, Aunt
Nanny. I'll 60 to bed now, | be-
lieve." for it was past ten o'clock.
Just then Tip came back aud said
that the Colonel wanted Miss Lindsey
to make her appearance at supper.
20 Aunt Mannyl" she exclaimed,
" don't want to
l did not speak for a moment, but
stood wipiDg a little ashes from the sill
yer coffee urn, and trying to think what
could be done. | think | would have
sent in word that she was i'll if l had
not been ashamed to let the eyes of
my darling see me descend to an un-
| truth.
But you will have to so if your
father has sent for you | said finally.
She uttered a little impatient ex-
olamation, and ran up stairs to dress,
for there was no time to be lost. We
were dishing up the supper then.
TO BE CONTINUED.