The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1870-02-04
DOR IS YSTEs RY.
BY SUSAN ARCHER WEISS.

"lHuOW upon tue wet ana cnecrleSS
street, ''will this rain never cease,
and the sun shine out again? I wish
knew what to do with myself: but
what can one do in weather such as
| this?' M
| She had the ''blucs'' plainly: an
unusual circumstance with her, who
was generally SO bright and happy.
Sc now she sat, leaning her elbow on
the window-scat, and her dimpled
check on her white hand, and looking
out drcamily upon the wet pavement,
and the dripping trees, and at tho
few passengers hurrying past with
umbrellas. .I-..
They all look IS wretchcd a can
be, " said she, with little tone half
of complaint and half of satisfaction.
Il wonder what rainy days werc
made for"
''For those who love home" said
I, chccrfully. ''For happy wives and
mothers, with dear little chcrubs
such as this y. ga ~
And ! held up my six-months-ol,l
baby. 1t was my first, so l may be
excused for having felt little proud
Of it. ''s@ 1.
You are infatuated about that
little monkey" replied Dora, with a
shrng Of her shoul lers. I forgavc
her, Knowing that she was herself
generally as muclfiufatuatcd with the
little innocent as any one could bc to
whom it did not belong.
So | sat rocking my babJ on my
breast, and looking at Dora as she
gazed listlcssly f.om the window, and
thinking in how short time she
woule know as well as I now did the
charm Of a rainy day ut home.
Suddenly saw her start and draw
back from the window, while her face
flushed all over rosy red. Turning
my eyes to the window, / saw gen
ttleman passing-a fine locking hand
some gentleman, of perhaps thirty,
whom | did not rcmem Der ever before
to have seer.
els that gentleman friend of
yours, Dora?" | asked.
''A friend Of mine? No, indeed;
answered Dora, with a slight toss of
the head. And concluding that her
embarrassment had been caused
merely by too unequivocal gaze Of
| admiration from the handsome pas
scngcr, | said and thought no more
upon the subject.
\ day or two after, there was a
party at Mrs. Lancaster and | was
there, feeling very matronly as
leaned upon Johns arm, and acted
choperone to Dora. She was only
two years my junior. but being mar
ricd and having dear little baby
does make one feel much older, as
we'll as happier.
Clara, - said John, pushing his
way through the little circle that sur.
rounded us, his dear good-natured
face beaHing with happiness, (hc
WASH t handsome you see, but just
the best and dearest creature in the
world. } CLARA, let me introduce my
old friend Mark Stanton, Of whom
you have heard me speak. Mark, my
wife, Mrs. lngoldsby."
shook hands with Mr. Stanton,
and John turned to Dora, who was
standing by my side, though with hcr
back nearly to me, coqucttishly talk
ing to three or four gentleman.
Dora, my dcar-my friend, Mr.
Stanton; my cousin, Miss Courtnay.'
|. Mr.. Stanton bowed unexcep,ion
ably; but to my surprise, Dora, in.
stead of behaving in corresponding.
ly elegant,and graceful manner, nc
sooner met the eye of Johns friend
than she colored up to her temples,
and acknowledged the introduction
By bow Of the most supreme hau
tear. Then she turned her white
shoulder upon him, and never glanced
round again.
was the more puzzled at this ex-
traordinary conduct of my little cous-
in, from its being cthing new il,
her, and also from the fact of my
having at the first glance recognized
in Johns friend the handsome gen
tleman the sight Of whom, in pass
ing our window, had so discom po sed
Dora, as already mentioned-f OBJ
served also that there was not IN his
lock at Dora the slightest sign Of rec
ognition or of consciousness, He
turned to me cool, collected, and ele.
CANT, and in the pleasant little con
fab which ensued between us and my
husband, We all forgot Dora. twas
really absurd to hear those two young
men talking about '.old tines at
collegc--just six years past--as
though it was hundred years ago;
and John especially, by virtue Of be-
ing married, shaking his head in a
regretful, patronizing, venerable sort
of way as he alluded to what he call.
ed those days Of auld lang syne."
but We must not keep you pros.
ing here Mark. in a corner with us, "
be said presently. lyon are still a
young man-not yet burthened with
the cares, and responsibilities Of a
family, and can afford to enjoy life
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