The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-07-12
Selected Storu.
MISS EASTWOOD.
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"And so, sir, this is your decision. y
Honor, father, forbids any other.''
"Do you mean to say, sir, you are
engaged to the girl?''
"Not exactly. 1 await her deci-
sion."
"Then you have proposed?"
81 have, sir"
"And you have resolved to marry
Miss Cameron and not Miss Dash
woodF'
"If Miss Cameron will accept me- /"
Every well, sir, very well! This is
your gratitude! this is your flial
duty! you self-willed, ungrateful
dog, in return for all the trouble I've
had with you-the efforts I've made
to secure for you the best match in
the country. She is a fine, hand
some, dashing young women, rich,
and belongs to one of the finest fam
lies IN the country, whom you throw
aside for a pale-faced chit of cler-
Sy1nan S daughter"
Father"
Don't father me, sir-don't inter
rupt NEEDN'T speak to me again.
Get out of my sight; but remember
the day on which you marry Lena
Cameron, you will cease to be a son
OF mine-Pll disinherit you sir, and
PH leave all I've got to the new or
phan asylum"
Such vas the scene enacted in
Squire Chester's parlor-a scene fire.
quently presented upon the stage to
sympathizing and delighted crowds,
and irate father, portly, red-faced
and loud-voiced, with hands beneath
his coattails, la Pickwlck, glaring
wrathfully through a pair of gold
trimmed spectacles upon a handsome
but undutiful son, bent upon we'd
ding the object of his souPs idolatry
against his fathers wishes. YET in
this case it was no mere acting. but
on the part of each serious and res
olute determination.
To add to the dramatic effect at
the moment in which the Souire's
last words were spoken, a fair, deli
cate looking girl, who was about
entering the room, catching the
sound of an angry voice, paused an
instant with her hand on the door
knob as if hesitating to enter. And
thus it happened that she heard her
name mentioned with the threat al
ready spoken of.
She turned then and glided swiftly
upstairs to her own room. Locking
the door she threw herself upon her
couch, and burying her face in her
hands, lay for a long time quite mo-
tionless. She did not weep, but
when she at length arose, her face
was very pale, and her sweet blue
eyes had haggard look of suffering
painful to see in one so young.
Seating herself at a table, she
drew toward her a writing desk and
wrote as follows:
DEAR COUSIN PHILlP-Since our
interview yesterday 1 have thought
the matter over, and come to the
conclusion that it is best we shall
not marry. Do not blame me. do
not question me ever. 1 have rea-
sons which l cannot explain, but act
as 1 think will be best. LENA.
"Where is Miss ChameronY'' cues
toned Philip of the servant girl, who
handed him the note.
"Gone over to Elmwood, sir, to
her aunt, Mrs. Page. 1 heard her
say she would stay there until her
return from the city in few days.
An hour later and Philip was on
bis way to Elmwood. The path was
lonely, leading through a sequester-
ed wood, and was consequently sur
prised when, at an abrubt turning,
he came face to face with a young
lady, very handsome and attired in
a rich riding habit and floating
plume. Philip passed on, but the
lady paused full in the path before
him.
Excuse me-you are Philip Ches-
terP'
He bowed.