The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-01-07

| uOllT, anu bue UI6 estates over WHO
he was passing, were large, so tina
the residences thereon were far 6
part; and he was in no fear of intel
ruption in his dreams.
Let us look at this solitary trave
Ter, if such he be, and see if there
aught in his external appearance t
mark him as the possessor of tn
high-souled, reverent nature, whic
his poetic musings would seem +
indicate.
1t needs but a single glance t
tshow him equal to the noblest of hi
fellows.
Tall, and symmetrically formed
with head well developed, in til
moral and intellectual regions, Brac
Clifton would have been called, an,
where, a handsome man.
His light brown hair, despite tn
BARRIERS efforts to the contrary, still
found room to curl slightly at tn,
ends: and the beard worn without
mustache, did not hide the mouth
whose smile only lost its sweetness
when compressed in the firmness o
some resolve, or in the sadness, whicl
sometimes comes to us all.
Large, yet he escaped all approach
to massiveness in the peculiar grace
of his form, and in the air of manli
ness and good breeding, which never
left him.
Altogether, he seemed, not only q
gentleman, but anoble, and generous
man, which cannot, 1 fear, be said OF
all the young gentlemen one meets
BY his face, he looked no more than
twenty-five years old; but the ''family
record" would, doubtless, add some
years to this estimate, as he was one
over whom the passing years would
glide lightly, leaving few marks save
in the guise of blessings-an added
geniality Of manner,-sweeter smiles
for his friends, and a more forbear-
ing spirit in his intercourse with the
erring and unfortunate.
Do you like him, reader? And are
you thinking, as you read, that there
are no such men? Rest assured /;
there are; and that, though you
may not have seen them, or, possibly
did not recognize them as such, when
seen, they are realities, nevertheless,
If ''few, and far between" as unhap-
PLY they are, there is all the more
room for appreciate, on when
such an one does come before our
observation.
But, while 1 am DEPRESSING thus,
Brace Clifton has had ample time to
get over part, at least of the ground
between the spot where we intro
duced him, and the village of Ben
ton, towards which he was going.
On what slender thread some
times hangs our destiny. / do not
know. that there is an invincible fate,
which drives us per force, witherso-
ever it will, and links, with invisible,
yet fast bound chains, the little trif-
ling acts of to-day, with the mighty
and important results of tomorrow
but l know that they are so liked ;
and that, until the results appear, we
often do not see the heightened chain
Of circumstances, which leads to
them.
Brace Clifton drove un in that
beautiful October day, not so very
far back in the past, unknowing as
he went, that the dreamy wood into
which he had been cast by the days
deep fullness Of Autumn splendor,
was so soon to give place to emotions
none the less deep, but connected
more closely with his own future
never dreaming, amid his many
dreams, that those same children OF
fancy were about to be driven into
the thin air" of the realm to which
they belonged, by a breath from the
living breathing world, which, for
the time, he had so nearly forgotten
4 4
About a mile from the little town
of Benton, there stood in grounds,
which if less extensive than many OF
the fine one in that vicinity, showed
the highly cultivated taste of the
owner, whoever he might be, large
and fine residence, latticed piazza of
which was ornamented with clinging
vines, whose fresh, bright green, had
changed to Autumn tints; and whose
scarlet and gold made the white
mansion look dazzling in contrast.
At an upper window, which open
ed upon the piazza in front, tapping
her dainty foot impatiently on the
carpet, was a young girl, holding in
her hand letter, which she, ever
and anon, contemplated with a dis
air, and which she laid
down, only to cast her keen glance
along the public road, which passed
in front of the house.
At last, as an elderly, silver haired
lady entered the room, she broke the
SILENCE by exclaiming.
1T is to bad, mamma, and l mean
to send it, in some way, anyhow"
Il know what 1 will do" she adj
ded, rehectively.
"If a single Individual is daring
enough to pass our house, in the
direction of Benton, before the mail
goes West, 1 will ask him, OF her,
to take it there for me, if 1 never
saw him, or her, before, and ifInever
wish, or expect to see him or her
again"
And, so she stepped again to the
window, even going out on the piazzs
to look along the road. She appeared
determined enough, and saucy e
nough as well, to carry out success