The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-11-29

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enough when no better chances were
on hand.
AS he came in, his somewhat cru
ell face lighted up with a kind OF
masterfnl smile of pleasure. Mrs.
Dormer rose and welcomed him; but
Lefty sat pale and rebellious, not
fearful nor trembling, not shrinking
or shy, but with look of set pur-
pose, of undisguised hostility on her
face, which her very pallor and rigid
ity seemed to intensity. Mr.. Noun
sey wisely ignored all unpleasant
signs. His cue was to refer Letty's
resistance to the coy reserve of maid
enly modesty. Girls never knew
their own minds, not to speak of
their best interests; he and Mrs.
Dormer were fully agreed on that
point; and he had mama's consent,
he thought it waste of force to at
tempt an argument with the girl her
self, trustingto the dazzle of his rich
es and her mothers influence for a
happy issue out of all his perplexi-
ties.
4To their like" he said curtly, if
gallantly, going straight up to her
and offering her an open case con-
tanning a costly set of pearl.
"For me? Thank you, no." said
Lefty, coldly.
at is usual, my dear Miss Dor
mer," answered Mr.. Mounsey. He
had not got yet to the length of call
ing her Lefty, he had tried it once,
and he had not repested it.
Usual to whatP' said Lefty, rails
ing her eyes to him. 81 know of
nothing which should make such a
present from you to me usual or pos
sible."
"My dear child" said Mrs. Dor
mer sweetly, 'it seems to me you are
rather wandering to-day The heat,
probably" with an apopletic turn of
her head to her future son-in-law.
"Probably," said that gentleman a
little; "but ! own 1 should like to
hear something little more salts
factoryfrom the young lady herself.
All this coyness is very well up to
certain point; but beyond that it is
tiresome and annoying.
at will all come right in time"
said Mrs. Dormer, blandly.
'Never!' cried Lefty.
"Silly little puss," " said her mother;
but her look was not so playful as
her words.
"Mamma, why will you force this
hateful pretence upon me?" cried
Lefty, with a fearful passion. "You
know I will never be Mr.. Mounsey' s
wife"
s.My dear young lady, I can wait, = !
cried Mr.. Mounsey, suddenly chang
ing his tone of annoyance to one of
the blandest, most fattering tender
ness. "And if / have to wait for the
beautiful Miss Dormer as long as
that old fellow in the Bible waited
for his wife, I will. I have to CON
quer in the end, and you viii have to
be my wife,"
''Neverr said Lefty.
"He is doing you too much honor,
Lefty" said Mrs. Dorner, severely.
- aHonor!" she repeated, scornf1lly.
"Do you call insOlencs and tyranny
honor"
5 And with this she rose and left
the room; and Mrs. Dormer and Mr..
Mounsey looked at each other not
comfortably.
Poor and genteel, Mrs. Dormer
p-ided herself on her birth and breed
ing. "NO6JeSse o65ige" Wae her fav-
orite motto, though there were some
who said that her nobility was only
a holiday garment, worn for show,
the obligations of which extended 10
further than to kid gloves and silver
fish knives. Still, she was a lady
and as such she shrank from all
things vulgar, perhaps more than
from things sinful And one of the
in her litany of pr aise oy-
er Mr.. Mounsey was that, although
he was confessedly a self-made man,
he was not vulgar. Also that he
had no family belonging to him to
show the rougher side of the web
from which he, and they, had been
made. All that was known
of him, or, rather, all that be cnose to
say Of himself, was, that he had been
an Eastern merchant somewhere
locality not exactly defned-snd
that the result was, Mounsey Park.
And Mrs. Dormer sagely concluded
to look no closer, and ask no more.
Down in the village lived one Will
Cobbold, a slippery, clever ne'er-do-
weel, a carpenter by trade, a mechan-
ician by genius generally supposed
to be capable Of anything to which
be chose to turn his hand, but who
had drunk away all his chances as
fast as they had offered themselves,
passing from bad TO worse
till he was now the warning example
held up as a moral scarecroW by pa
rents and advisers. VIII had tidy
kind Of g wife, poor body, and a son
"a decent fellow enough-who,
partly because the bad name of his
father clung to him in the Old place,
partly because he liked rambling for
his own sake, had gone off on his
0Wn travels, until he had csst anchor
N. a small village in Wales. Its pre-
Else name does not signify. 1t was
made up Of a couple Of lPs, as many
's, with y and q " as a floating |
power. No one in Market Hill
Knew much about it, anyhow. Least
If all did Mr.. Mounsey, of Mounsy
Park, trouble himself to learn where
7oung viii CobboId, the drunken
son, had bestowed him
Ielf.
AS for old viii, he and Mr.. Noun
ley were always at twOs, as the neigh
1ors said. AS Christian the gen
,leman reprobated the loose habits
If the workmen; as a magistrate he
ined them, and that heavily. So
hat Wills days were at this time ex-
,eptioDably evil, and his heart to-
wards the new magnate of the dis
,rict was better.
He wrote out his griefs to his sorI
It the uDpronounceable Welsh vii
age, and expressed as his private ]
opinion that "Miss Lefty Dormer, !,
If the Cottage, who was agoing to
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