Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1870-10-26
Our Story Iciicf.
MISS Cox's WEDDING

/ was only a child when Miss Cox was
married-not quite thirteen, and still
equal to short frOcks aud sUgar-plunls-
but in spite of youth and ineXperienee,
| fiatter myself that | was an important
auxiliary to that remarkable event.
Who was Miss Cox, and why was her
wedding more remarkable than anybody
else's: Of course I knew you would ask
that, and am just going to tell you.
II was lazy afternoon in September
when she first came to our house. Twas
swinging in hammock on the piazza,
munching jujube paste, and reading
! Robinson CFusOe.' As a general thing
| [ shouldn't have troubled myself to get
| up for visitors that didn't concern me.
/ But ] watched her, peeping through the
! meShes of the hammock as she walked
/ up the lawn; and whatever il was about
/ her don't know, but fell in love with
| Miss Cox at first sight. So jumped up
| i'll all haste, wiped the sticky stuff off
my mouth and fingers, and went to
meet her when she came up the steps.
/ as Mrs Winter at home - she asked
| in Iady-like voice.
! Mrs. Winter doesn't live here " I an
{ sEered. 1T is my mothers house.
! Are YOU sure? Mrs. Winter certain
| ~ did live here she exclaimed with Il
/ nervous eagerness. 4 want to see her
very much. Are you quite sure she is
! not heTe?'
fOf course am | said, with the dig
nifty that belonged 10 the daughter of
! the mouse. MY mother, Mrs. Page,
owns the house, and Mrs. Winter lives
in Richmond. She left this place two
months ago. Would you like to see my
mOther?'
Moves she answered, in helpless
/ sort of way, growing so pale that | be-
came frightened. 4 have come very
/ fart is q great disappOintmeDt-Wi
you be kind enough to ask your mother
! TO come to EleP
/ l ran into the hall aHd called Moth
! er mother . at the top of my voice. 1t
was not the way in which l had been
! taught to receive strangers, but my wits
! fOrsOOk me in the sudden apprehension
| that there was something wrong here.
Come DOWNSTAIRS, mother; some one
wants to see YOg,' ! shouted, as she an
swered me from above; and then I ran
! back to my strange visitor. Bhe' had
sunk down into one of the piazza chairs,
and her head was leaning against the
kraiIing, as if exhausted with fatigue.
s5lla did not look at ME as ! approached
! nor, but sbaraj straight before her with
such strange, vacant eyes, 4ilq such u
deathIy-white face, that L screamed cut
! involuntariIy, 'Oh, what is the matter :"
and rushed to her just in time to keep
hef from falliRg of the chair in dead
swOOn.'
Was not this an adventure but !
/ liked adventures, and | read novels, and
! was instantly convinced that this was
a heroine of some beautiful romance.
/ NY heart thrilled with mysterious SYM
pathy as her heavy, unconscious head
/ leaned against me, and l struggled with
/ nervous fingers to loosen her bonnet and
fdTess, as had heard ought to be done
tin such emergencies. The bonnet
string was tight, and l made il tighter
with my efforts to loosen it If my moth
er had not appeared OppOrtunely I'm
afraid I should have choked Miss Cox,
and never had this story to tell. Her
more experienced efforts, however, soon
relieved the poor girl; her bonnet re-
moved (such wealth of lovely brown
| hair il revealed y o dash Of water in her
! face, a whiff of hartshQrn, and best Of
all. the soothing tones of my mothers
/ tender voice, presently recalled the
stranger to consciousness.
She rose up making some faint apollo
Nv, with this remark that she had bet
! ter 90 nOw;' but looking so Utterly unit
for going that my mother put her veto
upon It without any words, by simply
half-leading, half-carrying her into the
parlor, and Installing her amongst the
soft cushions Of her own facOrite sofa,
There now, my dear, you Will lie Sill
and rest awhile said Mrs. Page, IN mat