The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1871-03-17

ouC the very next day Jack de-
parted, without his kiss, for Con
tinental education; and, as you see,
Maggie Barton's name was almost
one of the first to cross his path on
his return.
And so she was one of her grand
fathers guests at Barby, and be
Jack would see her in less than
forty y-eight hours; and, standing
there with her letter in his hand, q
scheme entered this young mans
head worthy of sach a fellow as he
was.
"Fll do it. 1 don't care for any
one else; and of course she is not en-
gagged, orwhy did she answer such an
advertisements
Morgan" he said, suddenly, "will
you do me faYorY'
Anything you like" replied the
slgnor, in a preOecupied tone.
Jack drew an envelope from his
pocket and, selecting one likeness
of himself from about a dozen, he
laid it on the table.
Morgan said he, ''I want you to
send this to Miss Barton, in answer
to her application; and mean it
should come true, old boy"
1t was Christmas Eve, and Miss.
Maggie Barton was putting the last
touches to her evening toilet for the
forthcoming hall. She was tall, and
you would think stately, till you saw
he" face; and then the piquant ex-
preston of the brown eyes and the
demure laughter of the lip led you
to suppose that she was more merry
than dignifed; and if your observa-
tion extended 10 her conduct during
a whole evening, 1 am sorry TO say
you would be compelled to acknowl-
edge her little "fast."
/ She had dismissed her maid, and,
with her pretty head a little on one
side, was trying the effect of a scar
let gearnium among the ambrosial
puffs Of hair. OF course, Miss Bar
ton wore a chignon-all young la
dies do, now a-days-snd a long curl
behind her left ear. Presently the
geranium was settled satisfactorily,
and, with a quick movement, Mag
gle fastened the door, and drew from
be1eath book cover T carte de uiyit;
and the gentleman on the card was
Mr.. Jack Carleton.
But, Of course, Maggie did not
know this. The very existence Of
such q person had long ago escaped
her memory; and even had she re-
membered the name it would have
been difficult to associate the strip
ping of grandfather's pic nic, with
the elegant, moustached, young gen.
tleman before her.
In truth he was elegant. Leaning
against a carved pedestal, upon the
top of which reposed the most styI-
ish of Newmarkets, in company with
a graceful vase with dropping Aow-
ers, an ample curtain and bookcase
filed with all the gems of literature
composed the background. Miss
Barton surveyed it with satisfac-
ton.
$50 this is my future husband,
according to the Astrologer," said
Miss Barton. "The gypsy woman
said should marry curate. PshaW!
what an idiot l am to have written
such a fools latter! l dare say /
am duped along with many others.
l wish l had not written. It is a /
good thing none of the girls know
it. OF course 1 am a dupe, and |
suppose the very existence of this
piece Of elegance is 3 myth. More
fool Iw
7i The carte was held of to be view
ed in a more favorable light. every
good, certainly"
With another look, he placed it
between the pages of a copy of Lara,
and hastened down.
There we're merry doiAgs at Bsrby
Holt that night. Squire Martin
Barby, or Grandfather Barby, as the
young peOple-children of his many
sons and daughters-alwsys called
the old gentleman, and Lady Ursula,
his high-bred, genial dame, always
gathered a large circle round them
at Christmas. And where could
you spend jollier Christmas than
at the Manor2-and who could make
such mince-pies and turkey stuflng
as grandmOther's housekeeper at
Barby9
Well, as / said, there were grand
doings at the Manor on Christmas
Eve. Lady Ursula in her black vel
vet and Mechlin lace, and the squire
in his low shoes and silver buckles,
led of the stately country dance from
the top of the hall; the married sons
snd daughters came next, then the
young people, the children and
grandfather's guests" IS all who
we're not related were styled by the
rest.
The dancing was at its height; the
lolly and ivy quivering on the pan
lis, and the oak floor was becoming
more and more slippery; when, nnan-
lOunced, and with q pOwderfng Of
now on his cloak, tai figure dash
ID among the dancers, seized the
iquire's hand, and wrung It violently,
ell on Dame UrsulR's neck aud gave
Ter hearty kiss before any one had
ime to think that the disturbance
,Ould be about.
But the squire's eyes we're keen,
nd after the first moment he return 4
d the grasp with q hearty "GOd
less you, my boy! welcome homer !
nd Welcome to Barby, grandson"
aid the kindly voice of Dame Ursu- /
q, albeit some tears of Joy shone in s
er soft eyes. b
cousin Jack! Cousin jack" b
anne from twenty mouths, and the t
lvorite grandson threw aside his
loak, and flung away his hat to /
bake hands with all the aunts and
ncles, and many Of the guests who Fl
him. n
And one of these guests, under
le holy decorations of great oak I
anel, leant her white, terror-strick t.
4 face against the woodwork, and o
ressed her slender gloved hand g
yainst a heart beating strangely g
lst.
eWhat does it mean p she k
fought. "Why am l so struck at T.
le appearance of an utter strengerY' q