The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-04-11


An afternoon picture through the
door way of the mountain inn, round
which a woodbine hung it sprays
and MOSES; a picture ofYelvet verd-
ure and hazy hillside, and relieved
against them a young girl, just toss
ed into her saddle by her attendant
squire, turning now for her whip and
drawing on her gloves leisurely, as
the other saddle was adjusted more
to the riders wish; cloud of fail
hair beneath black hat and droop-
ing feather; dark blue riding hab.
it, setting off a brilliant, beautiful
beautiful face, where eyes and lips
and smile all made a sort of dazzle;
a figure round and perfect in its way,
yet light and 1.-THE as any willow
csier, as it answered to the restive
motion ola horse that seemed to be
as demoniac as those black beasts
that the wild ladies of the German
ballads used to ride.
"What a besutyP cried lady,
newly arrived, to another in the win
dow, her cousin, Mrs. Burbridge
'And what a horsep'
TOO fiery by far. But she can
manage him." was the answer.
81 wonder what such a horse
cQstst"
al can tell you. Just ten thous-
and dollars"
"And for that child to ride! What
nonsense! She will be the ruin OF
him."
"She Oh!no. She can ride bet
ter than most jockeys. Particular
attention has been paid to her rid
ing. Mr.. Marks is so fond of hors-
es and all belonging to them that he
said Rose should take a lesson in
the ring for every one she took at
the piano"
"From appearances he has kept
his word. That horse and she are
only one thing. Look at them now,
down the valley road"
"For all that, she doesn't ride any
better than my Lawrence" said Mrs.
Burbridge.
"Lawrence's cavalry riding makes
a centaur of him. They do go well
together" said Miss Rodney, gazing
after the pair, as they rode on and
disappeared in the woods. at will
be q nice thing for Lawrence, won't
it, if they always go together? So
young and pretty, and then so veal
thy"
81 dom know about that" said
Mrs. Burbridge to her cousin. "She
is well enough-very presentabIe,
very manageable; but her money!
had rather, almost rather, he married
a poor girl. feel as if there were
a stain on all her money"
"You don't mean so?"
"Yes. 1 want to consult you
about it. hardly know how to hold
myself-whether to encourage Law
renee or not. See what YOU think
when you hear about it all"
"Why, is it anything so bad as all
that?"
"Perhaps it is only foolish preju-
dice; but the larger part of Mr..
Marks wealth is city property"
"Well, what of that?"
Tenement houses, my dear, and
that kind"
"Good graciousl Emily, you're
not going to be so silly as"
DO just listen. He owns whole
streets of that sort, to begin with +;
and for anything more desirable he
manipulates, Mr.. Burbridge says, in
this way" and Mrs. Burbridge drew
closer to her gossip, pausing to count
the stitches in her afghan strip.
Having seen advantages in a piece
of property" she resumed, (Which is
either not for sale or else at an ex-
traordinary high rate, he buys, in
another name, an adjoining building,
and lets that out to a crowd of pow
stricken families, and makes of
it as complete a nuisance as the law
allows, with brawling women and
swarms of crying children, and tip
pling and quarrelling men. Pres
emily it is full Of liquor selling dens,
or worse; the police have to be call
ed in two or three times q night; and
presently the buildings on either
side, not to be had for love nor mon
ey before, are for sale at sacri-
flee. Then he tears down altogeth-
er, builds his palace, and lets it out
in floors, and adds another ten OF
twenty thousand a year to his in
come. You can see he can afford to
let his little girl have ten thousand
dollar horses; though it is a mere
vulgarity, of course"
Il should think so! What 4 way
to make money!
"Yes. Last year he turned out
the old Misses South from the
house where their great grandfather
had lived in colonial times. They
loved every brick in it. A charming
old house; ancestral pictures let in
to the walls; carved mahogany stair.
ways, black with age; quaint old
rooms, all full Of legends and asso-
Citations. Here their great grand
mother had stood when she fell il
love with her husband coming in a
the door; from that window theil
grandfath 9r fired the first shot on thu