The States and Union. [volume] (Ashland, Ohio) 1868-1872, 1871-05-03
Selett Storp,
THE WAY TOWN HIM.
BY EMMA GARRISON JONES.

'Nill you never learn,' said Mrs.
Wallinglord, anglily, addressing her
daughters, Clara and Augusta, TO be
dressed in time tor morning callers? =
Thi> is not the first occasion I've had
to speak ofit' Nor will it be the last,
answered Clara pertly. 1T doesn't
pay to dress so soon, especially when
one isn't sure anybody will call The
fnotman told Mr. Murray to wait
But gentlemen don't like to be
kept waiting. Nothing disgusts them
more. And the catch OF the season,
too! It's useless for me to work and
plan for you, if you act in this way
Clifford Murray, tile hero OF our
story, possessed every advantage that
ninu could desire. He was young,
eminentIy handsome. finely educated,
end the heir TO large estates. Murray
House, his fathers residence, was one
of those fine old mansions that still
linger here aud there, as menentoes of
the past, even in New York; it was
grand and sumptuOus, in a stately way
quite different from anything tlat is
built nova days; and it was adorned
everywhere with works of rarest beau
ty and costiness. Itwas principally
for his sake that Mrs. Waliingtord
had issued cards for what she intend
ed should be the ball Of the winter
NO wonder, therefore, she lost her
temper when she found the morning
he called, that the niece she ad taken
IN from charity. lad accidentally met
Mr.. Murray, and proved to be an old
acquaintance. But for the dllitori-
ness of her daughters, she said TO her.
self, this would not have happened !;
and though Clara and Augusta laugh
ed at the idea OF rivalry on the part
of Claribel, Mrs. Wallingford was not
so sure of their superiority: But let
us go back and tell how it all hap
pened.
Clifford Murray was going up the
broad walk that led to the imposing
front entrance of the Wallingtords' :,
and was admiIing the gorgeous green
house bloom and tropical splendor
that met his eye on every side, when
| his attention was suddenly arrested By
The sound of wcman's voice. or a
girls voice, rather, singing simple,
but most exquisite strain. He was ali
ardent lover of music, and paused in
voluntarily at the base of the marble
step and listened, while the clear,
| liquid notes hoated out on the frosty
air. He thonght it the sweetest voice
he had ever heard-and he smiled un
consciously in his delight.
Just at this moment, the drawing
room window flew up, and tufL of
feathers futtered in and out, and the
wOndrous singing seemed much near
er than before Clifford Murray was
gentleman, but for the lite Of him
be could not refrain from looking up,
and as he did so, pair Of very brown
eyes looked down, and the singing
ceased all of a sudden.
why, dear mep cried a pretty,
plaintive voice. 'Wait Just one mo-
ment, please, Mr.. Murray
Mfr. Murray ran up the steps, and
the door was opened as he reached it.
Good morning, Mr.. MurrayP said
the same pretty voice. You have for
gotten me, no doubt; but remember
/ YOU w nix III, picsSc
| He walked in and seated himself
amid the splendors of the Wallingtord
drawing room.
4 was busting off the furniture when
you came continued his comp ,nion,
smoothing down a pair of very dainty
cuffs as she spoke, and the drawing
room is Il little cold. Won't you set
closer to the fire?
Murray was at his wits end This
was neither OF the Misses Wallingtord' :
he had seen on his first call. Who
could it be? He looked ut her mar
rowly. A trim, graceful figure in
deep black. save the spolless white at
the throat and wrists, and the sweet
est young face, and the brightest, sun.
niest hair his eyes had ever beheld -
She looked up, and her brown eyes
twinkied.
'Ah, you have quite forgotten me,
Mr.. Murray! she said, nischievously.
/ Clifford Murray cudgled his mem.
cry as he never did before. Presently
a sudden fash lit his gray eyes.
No, L haven'tv he exclaimed, ris
ing to his feet. You are Claribel
| Willoughby, the rector's daughter
The young lady smiled, and ex
tended her hand. g.
| Miss Willoughby,' he continued, q
am very glad to meet you. How Ii
/ your worthy father, and my old friends?
Her eyes filled with tears imme
diately. He saw his mistake in an in
etant