The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1873-01-16
written for the Standard.I.
DOWN BY THE RIVER SIDE.
BY CONSTANCE CARLETON. .
Chapter XVIII.

Chapter AF111.
Time passed on, and the wedding-day
arrived. 1t was one of those lead-colored
days that make one feel gloomy and
morose; disposed to look upon the dark
side of life, without being able to give
any reason for it. When the dead leaves
lifted from the ground and whirled about
by the chill winds, seem like restless
ghosts of the departed beauties of
Autumn.
"If 1 was any bliever in signs" said
aunt Betty, as she hurried hither and
thither, putting the finishing touches to
her preparations, ~ wouldn't let Kate
get married to-day for any money, even
if all my nice cakes spilled by putin it
off. Blessed is the bride the sun shines
on, is the old sayin', and if there's any
truth in that, she'll lead miserable life.
Jake, glance out of the winder and see if
you can get a glimpse of the sum-" she
said to the black boy, who was stoning
raisins, two-thirds of which went into
his mouth.
The small African rolled his eyes to-
wards the sky, until nothing but the
whites of them was visible, and replied:
Nom, tink dat de sun hab done sot
for good"
"Done sot for good repeated the old
lady contemptuously. "Who ever heard
of the sun settin at nine o'clock in the
mornin! I reckon you had better study
Rhetoric" she added, in blissfu1 igno-
rance that she was directing him to the
wrong science. F-,,.
"Thon dars been 'clipse," remarked
Jake, silly popping a raisin into his
mouth, and assuming an expression of
the greatest innocence.
'I'll give you an eclipse, if you don't
hurry up with them raisins," said aunt
Betty, tartly. "Why, you haint took the
stuns out of hardly any of 'em. I must
give you more than that" she remark
ed, cycling the whole ones in the dish at
his side. II b'lieve you've been eatin'
EN-"
"La no Miss Betty, can't bear EN-,
most makes me sick to work with en-
You see hey don't take up nigh as much
She looked at him suspiciously for a
moment, and then allowing herself to be
deceived for the hundreth time by the
crafty little dissembler, replenished his
dish
Some hours later Kate Leonard stood
at the window watching the black clouds
that foated along the sky "The day is
cold and dark and dreary," she muir
INJURED, drawing her shawl close around
her. "Is it a foreshadowingo my future?
Is my life to- be cold and dark and
dreary'?' Forgetting the fight of time,
she became lost in reverie from which
she was aroused by the sound of CHEEKY
voice inquiring for her, and Mrs. Glen
entered her room.
"Why Katie, child, it is time for you to
be getting ready, as it will not be long
before that handsome bridegroom of
yours viii be here, and those lords of
creation do not like to be kept waiting
as you will find out after you are mar
ried. You are pale, dear she said, kiss
ing the smooth white brow "a bride
should ever be blushing and smiling you
know, and not have that far away look
in her eyes that l now SEQ in your bright
orbs"
Kate smiled family and began to bind
up her long thick hair.
"Are you cold child? ?" asked the good
lady as Kate shivered in her bridal robes,
and shivered as the cold necklace of
pearls (Conway's bridal gift) was clasped
around her white throat.
mo ma am, l think it is excitement
more than cold"
'You must compose yourself dear;
what is it to stand in the floor a short
time and have the minister say few
words over you" said Mrs. Glen, reassur-
ingly, as she fastened tho orange bios
SONS in the shining hair, and threw the
| filmy white vail over Kate's head.
"Massa Conway and the preacher hab
arrovc," said Jake, appearing at the door
where a moment after he became trans
fixed with admiration at the fair being
before him. After surveying her from
the flowers in her, hair, to tho little feet
encased in white satin boots, he ex-
claimed, after drawing a long breath
''Golly Miss Katel l knowd you was
purity, but didn't know you could look
like this yer You look like an angel
jost dropped from the clouds"
Your taste is unquestionable, Jake"