The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-07-12

very delicate, and refined, and lady
like she appeared.
Miss DashWood declined Sherry
but accepted a little port instead
though expressing q preference fol
French brandy and water. 1t was
quite the ''style" now for the ladies
to prefer brandy. Indeed, some ev-
en- professed a partiality for bour-
bon, though she herself considered
it inferior to brandy in point of taste
and real refreshment; and tie Squire
felt provoked at the assiduity with
which the son refilled the lady's
glass, and listened admiringly to all
that she said.
"Give us some music" said Mrs.
Page, when they were again in the
drawing-room. And the Squire who
was devoted to music, looked up and
frightened. It was one of his IA
vorite anticipations of his sons wife
playing to him, and soothing him in
his after dinner hours with the mel
odies he loved. And now he came
up to the piano and stood expectant.
Miss Dashwood played a rattling
prelude, and then suddenly broke
into a bravura, which caused one Ia
dy to vacate her seat near the instru-
ment The Squire, undaunted, kept
his post, until a hunters song with
all the accompaniment Of horn and
rider halloo overcame even his court
esy and he too retreated.
"Now Lena, one of your favorites.' -
said her aunt, quietly; and the girl
sat down, and in a sweet, low. and
somewhat plsintive voice, sang
'Bonie Doom and Annie Laurie :
That's the music I like" re-
marked Squire Chester to his hostess,
sotto vOce-"those charming old
songs are worth all the modern fal-
de-rals that have ever been written. y
And he looked thoughtfully at Miss
DashwOod and then at Miss Cam.
erOn. Likewise he hearkened to the
discourse now going on between the
former and his son.
Il do so dote on horses" observed
the young lady. 81 could not be
happy, under any circumstances
without at least two of my own,
rider and a hunter. I deliobt II
hunting wherever it is to be had. anC
generally, on that account, pass M
summers among the mountains
though deer are becoming scarce, anC
Woodcock almost as much so.
wish we had fox hunting here il
England. 1 prefer novels where fo1
hunting comes in-'Guy Livingston
for instance. What splendid fel
low he was, and what a humdrun
country is ours, where there is hard
ly anything to amuse one except the
theaters. III hsd my way shoulG
be an actress. Don't you think so
Mr.. ChesterY'
"Capitalr' responded the young
man with emphasis, and a pleased
half amused and half earnest look
which didn't escape his watchful sire
though he might not understand it
"He's ninnyr was the menta
reflection of the latter. "What sor
of a wife would such a woman
maker was the next involuntary
thought, until it suddenly occurred
to him, with something like a shock
that this was really, after all the wo
man he had chosen for his sons
wife, for his future daughter-in-law
for the mistress of his house and
household. And again he looked
at Lena, very kindly this time.
"You must see my Belzebub," re
sumed Miss Dashwood, enthusias
tically; "such a charming creature
so full of spirit, yet so Sractable anC
atfectionate, that 1 assure you, sir
he'll walk into the breakfast room
and drink out of your coffee cup al
the table,"
TINS assurance seemed to have nc
particular charm for Squire Chester
for he turned away with very little
ceremony. Miss Eastwood went uu
stairs on some errand, and they
heard her whistling as she crossed
the hall.
"Philip," whispered the squire, 81
think we had better be gone"
'Not yet, Sir. Miss Dashweod is
about to show me her new pistols;
then she will teach me a new game
of cards, and afterwards we're to 90
to the stables"
"To go wheref"
"To the stables. sir, to look at the
horses"
The Squire cast on him a look of
concentrated indignation.
"Is that-Miss Dashwood, or Joe.
or whatever else she is called, a man
or a womanP'
"Ihe latter, l presume, sir. 1t is
the fashion nowadays, you know,
for dashing young women to adopt a
style in general. 1t sets
well on Miss JOe-don't you think
so, sir?"
"Miss Joe be-
The old gentleman recollected
himself in time. But he had seen
enough Of the dashing young Jose
phine, his old friend Simon Walkers
niece, and very moody was he when
he rode home that night.
"Philip," said he, day or two af
ter, 81 don't see the use of your 60
ing to Elmwood so often, now that
Miss Dashwood is there"
"The truth is, Pm disappointed in
Miss Dashwood. 1 can't approve
of such a woman as a wife for any
man save a horse dealer or a circus
rider. Especially l should not ap-
prove Of her as the mistress of this
house. have no desire to see nv
drawing room turned into a dog
kennel, or to have horses walking up
and drinking out of my coffee cup.
In fact" said the Squire, waxing
warm, 81 won't have my future
daughter-in-law going about the
house whistling, and odorous of
brandy and cigars, too, shouldn't
wonder. l heard her say that it was
the fashion. UghP
"Philip was satisfied; the more so
when, a week later, his father OBJ
served that little Lena would make
as good wife for him as he could
get.
The wedding took place within
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