The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1873-06-06
LOVE IN A SNOW STORM.

~ HtttluSifuttts W he'eNitt teshs WIN
5posedly into the depths OF her mir
.for; ...but | don't think Pm sntlicient-
~ beautiful 10 send nil the young men
of my acquaintance into ecstacies over
me-
1t is not always very easy for girl
to judge OF her own looks; but Clare
tried 10 be as impartial rs possible ON
this special occasion. And what was
it she saw reflected in the glass before
which she stood, critically surveying
the creature whom the world called
Clare Wintringham
A tall, supple figure, with sloping
shoulders aud daintily tapered waist !;
n skin as soft as satin, and tinted like
an oleander blossom; deep blue eyes,
just shaded into violet at the iris, and
u little fresh mouth, where the teeth
shown at every smile like pearls
through crimson shell.
"Yes,' said Clare, nodding her
head so that certain spirals of golden
brown hair, which always hung over
her forehead, danced coquettishly up
aud down. :. am pretty. And then
that twelve hundred dollars year
that Uncle Bruce's will secured TO me
isn't altogether a disagreeable pill for
some of my lovers, TO swallow. /
don't think | was made for an heiress
| like To make and mend, patch and
contrive, aud I've always had an idea
that | should make a splendid poor
man's wife. | mean, Of course, a
splendid wife for poor man"
She took from her belt withered
red rose and banch OF faded violets,
as she spoke, and arched her pretty
eyebrows over them in puzzled fash.
ion.
Harvey Gallctie gave me the
roses, she soliloquized. 'lIe's very
handsome, Is Harry, aud | always did
have weakness for handsome peo.
pie; and he's rising young man in
his profession, people say. | like tai
ented people. too III keep the rose
just little while" And she laid it
away in a certain satin-lined box.
where she was wont TO treasure souc-
eairs OF these her girlsh days. "And
Frank Hoods yiolels-poor Frank
Hood He's s0 silent aud awkward,
aud yet there's something about him
that won't let you despisc him. And
he certainly is not handsome, though
he has fine eyes, and face like one OF
those old marble creations one sees
in the Academy OF Design. Well, l
won't throw away the Y:oiets either.
not just yei.'
And Glare took the jeweled hair
pins out of her shining iresses, aud
laid aside her white iarietan dress and
wreatlls of blue blossoms, and went
composediy Ia bed.
For should she lie awake aud lose
the fresh roses of her complexion, and
dim the sparkle of those glorious vio.
let eyes, thinking about the respective
CLAIMS of the various lovers who
ho, cred, noih-lIke, about the torch.
light OF her charms !? There was time
enough TO make up her miud-quite
time enough. Why, she was not yet
nineteen, and life Was so full of bloom
and freshness for her. Clare knew that
The autumn must come sooner or later,
but she meant TO have good time first.
Sensible Glare.
So, in The middle oil the season.
when balls, operas, masqneraies and
dejtfJle d0nsaates were at their height,
and when old Aunt Dalmayne wrote
piteous letter to her brother, in
town, saying that she had the rbenma-
liz dreadful bad, aud there want no
reliable help TO be had, and she was
that lonesome that she couldn't stand
it any longer, and wouldn't one of her
three nieccs come down and stay with
her spell, Glaze astonishcd the fami-
ly circle by volunteering TO go.
"My dear" said Mrs. Wintringham,
yon don't know what you are under.
taking. IL is common farm house,
not even painted, among the hills"
And Auniy Ann is as full of whims
as az egg can be of meat" said papa
Wintringham, rubbing his nose :
But Isuppose she is poor and lone
some.'
well, butt said Clare, "Miriam7s
busy with her conservatory lessons
and her German class, aud Laura be
longs to those sociables, and l seen
to be the only one disengaged. Be
sides, I'm getting tired of balls and
dances and twelve O'Clock suppers.
should ike TO try the other extreme
just for fun.n
We'll. at any rate, l mean to try
said Clare, virtually. so, papa, write
TO Aunt Dalmayne that I'm coming.
The scene looked indescribabl,
beautiful to Clare Wintringham tha
frosty December night, as the .joitins
lumber wagon, with buffalo rob'
spread over the seat, and sleepy ole
horse trotting in front, turned int.
the valley road, and she could see th,
ancient farm house, steep-roofed ant
brown with half century of suns ant
rains, with the maple bonghs wrest
| ling over her head in the gale, ant
the wooden bills rising mp OH ever.
| side. while one ruddy beam Of ligh
glowed from the tiny windows unde
| the caves, casting, as it might be.
| jayelim Of brightness across the roa'
IN front of the door.
Il guess she's expectin' of you,
said the rough charioteer, who ha'
been sent to the depot 10 meet Mrs
Dalmayne's city niece, :. but I'm afrai
4 you'll find it very lonesome.p
@Oh!' cried Clare, gleefully, as sh
sprang out of the vehicle, Il think it
splendid!'
8 And she entered the low ceile
/. kitchen, all agIow with the roarin
fire Of pine logs on the hearth, an
further illuminated with two tallo'
candies in very bright candle-stick
Aunt Dalmayne had evidently bestil
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