The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1869-10-22
Mist&llan&ons Selections.
Worth Her Weight in Gold,
A TRUE TALE TEN YEARS AGO.

prey of fortune hunterp
AS Sally Beauclere uttered thes
words she threw herself back on the SO
ia, and tossed her handsome head witt
light laugh.
Your fortune is your face, rejoinet
her companion, as he gazed admiring
ly only on her fine feature. Sally op
ened her large eyes in astonishment
q know 1 am much given to prett,
speeches, but you know Sally, that
admire you all the same
To tell the truth, Tom Middleton
had for long time loved Miss Beau
clere, with all the strength of an earnes
and constant nature, but he was verl
difident, he had shrunk from making
known his attachment, fearing Sally
ridieule, though had he been more con
fident of himself he might have reac
long ago, a secret that Sally's eyes tool
little pains to conceal But Tom never
imagined howl desirable fellow he wa
in himself, and knowing that he had NJ
great fortune to bestow, he did not ven
ture to offer his hand to the daughter
of Senator Beauclere, and the reignine
belle of the city. Sally was one of 8
large family, it is true, and portionless
but her fathers position, and her owr
beauty, made Tom imagine that she
was far removed from him. Now he
only looked hurt when she thus play
fully sreered at his small compliment
and turning away to the window did
not catch the tender look that stole ovel
Sslly's handsome features.
We'll, what is the weatherP she ask
ed, after moment, as he still stood
gazing out into the night.
1T is beautiful moonlight, and
think l had better go.'
'Gol Oh, Tom! Why this is the last
time shall see you for ever so long
'And will you care?' he asked, as he
came again to her side.
Sally blushed. of course l shall care
Tom No, Sally, tomorrow you are
going to Washington. You will be &
belle there, as you are everywhere, and
you will soon forget me-
No, indeed, Tom,' she replied earn
estly. among all those strange faces
and people l don't care anything about
l shall long to see my old friends
But not me. You won't care wethel
l am among the number or not
yes, I shall
Tom was not shrewd where women
were concerned or he would have
known what those words in that soft
tone meant As it was, wild hope die
spring up in his heart, but when he look
ed again at that beautiful woman it died
away. 4 am not brilliant enough fol
her, he thought; but he plucked W
sufficient courage to put OUT his hand
and take one of hers.
you are very kind, Sally, he said,
shall come on to Washington, by anC
by and then 1 shall know how sincere
your words are
Sally's cheek hurt; but at that mo
ment the door opened. Tom dropped
her hand as one of the numerous young
sisters came in and the golden opportu
nifty passed away, for they were no
alone together again that evening.
On that very same night, nearly
thousand miles away, two yonng gent
lemen were speaking of this same young
lady. They were travellers, who haC
accidentally met on board a steamer, OF
Lake Erie. They were total stranger
and were ignorent ofeach others name,
but had fallen into chat as they stroll
ed on deck, under the rays of the full
moon.
q never was so far from land before
in my life,' said the elder of the two, q
fine fooking man of perhaps thiry-two
GndeedP exclaimed his friend,
handsome, city-bred, looking gentle,
man. May ask where you are from
that your sea experience has been 81
limitedp
From the interior of North Carolina
tAhP cried the stranger, and his cold
features lit up into sudden interest
Then perhaps you know the Beau
cleresP p
Very Twell, indeed, they are ole
friends of mine
'And Miss Beauclare, you know her
Certainly
4 hear she is very handsome
'Yes: do you know herP
No: l have merely heard of her; but
l expect to meet her in Washinnton thil
winter. She is the Oldest daughter, is
she notP
Yes
'And is Senator Beauclere a gentle.
man of wealth.
Yes; that is, he has a very fine es.
tate
Miss Sally is the daughter of the
first marriage, is she notF
Yes, and noble girl. Why, she is
worth half million in her self alone,
exclaimed the North Carolinian enthu.
siastically.
His companion started little at the
word, but changed the conversation to
other subjects, and before long the two
gentlemen parted for the night, still in
ignorance Of each others names. They
did not meet again, but in the morning
exchanged merely distant bow as they
left the boat in opposite directions.
The weeks passed on, and Sally Be-
auclere was established with her parents
at Wizards Hotel in Washington. As
had predicted, her beauty
and talents drew around her circle of
admirers, and before long she was es-
tablished as one of the riegning bellies
of Washington.
The admiration and ezulationt which
she received Sally found more intoxi-
eating and delightful than she imagined.
1t was very pleasant to be the beauty of
every ball room, and to be constantly
surrounded by circle of adorers. The
idea of returning to the hundrum life of
home was not always pleasant to her,
and she sometimes felt half inclined to
think seriously of accepting some of the
brilliant offers that were made to her.
she was half inclined to
doubt Toms love for her, and although
his earnest eyes haunted her with their
Iistful look of affection, size had more
than one serious thought of trying to
Danish his remembrance, and marry, as
so many others around her did, for
rather than for love.
Most prominent among her sworn ad-
,nirars uos Mr. DboltOD Murrou Of