Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1873-05-01

Lizzy Florence my wife, if I thought
she would accept me.
eyes, so 1 understand you, Lizzy
Florence-servant, sewing-girl, drHdg-
ing for a living-a pretty wife, truly !"
"Serves those who pay her, l sup
pose, same as you and I do" cody re-
marked Ned.
"Serves a fddle-stick p petulantly re-
torted Tim. eff you think of marrying
at your age"
"Only a year and a half younger
than yourself" interrupted Ned, with a
smile.
"Then you'd better wait till you have
gained that year and a half's experience,
Ned, and perhaps then you wouldn't be
so anxious to throw yourself away upon
a penniless girl"
81 don't think 1 should, ever then,
be willing to sell myself to an heiress."
"Bah Trash !" exclaimed Tim, find
ing that there was a weight at both ends
of the beam. "Just look at the girl I
shall have-the beautiful Arabella-
with a cool half million. Egad I know
that she loves me. What a magnificent
creature ! Did you notice her small
white hands, Ned?"
ct noticed the big rings she had
piled on to Them" ~equiyocally returned
Ned.
What a love of a neck /" suggested
Tim.
"Must be strong to bear the weight of
that chain," said Ned.
"Such hair" continued Tim.
"Such oil and paper roses" respond
ed Ned.
ga waist like Venus r' enumerated
Tim.
"More like a wasp" ventured Ned.
Five hundred thousand doIlars.!'
shouted Tim, as he swung his yard-stick
more ~furiously.
"And you are knocked down to Ara
bella Forbush at that price, body and
soul" said Ned, as he buttoned up his
coat.
"You're a fool, Ned, a consummate
fool, and you show it in every word you
utter. Here you are, t~wenty-four years
old, a clerk with only a salary of a thou
sand dollars, and talk of marrying a
poor seamstress. How'll you ever get
into business with such a weight on your
hands 2"
If I aoished to hurry into business,
I could do as you have done-go in Oh
credit" replied Ned.
"But I shall have a wealthy wife to
help me on, while you will be forever
d~rudging," uttered Tim, with a spice OF
tartness in his tone. Then changing his
manner to one of earnest meaning, he
continued: 81 am in earnest in this
matter, Ned. I do not wish to see you
degrade yourself by such a marriage.
Miss Florence is pretty enough to look
at, but she is not fit for your wife. Ibid
you redeem yourself while yet you have
opportunity"
"Look We, my brother" replied Ed
ward, while a flush of indignation man
tied his handsome features, eff it is de
grading to he honest, upright, intelli-
gent, kind, v%irtuous, and lovely, then
Lizzy Florence is SO; but in my OWL
heart l have a monitor that guides my
actions, and I assure you that no words
of yours can turn me from it's monitions.
I love Lizzy Florence for the truth and
loneliness of the woman's soul, and i
she will but say yes to my suit, then she
becomes my wife. As long as I have two
hands with which to earn an honest live
hhood, I will not sell myself for an in
dependence"
"Then go your way" said Tim
othy, with a show of offended pride
/" but mark me, Ned, if you marry tina.
girl, you may lever expect to visit me IL
her company, for 1 will not subject Ara
bella to the modification of descending
to the association of n who has beer
a servant in her uncle's family"
"Just as you please" calmly an
swered the younger brother, as he pu
on his gloves and turned to go. witt
such a wife as [ desire I shall not be un
der the necessity of seeking for enjoy
ment abroad. L want a wife for my oaC1
freside-not for yours p
As Edward spoke, he left his brother
store to seek his own place of labor, an,
Timothy, with a h~alf-uttered oath upol
his lips, went to work arranging his un
paid-for stock of goods.
1t was a cold evening, and a searching
wind, that bore upon it's bosom cloud
of falling snow-fakes, went sweepin,
! through the streets; but within the spa
t cious parlors of Capt. Simpson, this out
ward show of stern old winter servet
only to add a charm to the well-flle,
CRATES, and makes the inmates NOR
happy and contented in their comfort
able quarters. Upon the stool at tn
) piano sat a young lady, who might hav
seen twenty summers, or, perhaps
: twenty-five. Her skin was fair to loo.
! upon-perhaps nature made it so, and
perhaps, art had a hand in its snow,
, whiteness. The jewelry tAat fashe
| and sparkled upon her wrists, fingers
: neck, ears, bosom, and hair, bore to tn
world an index of wealth, and it is nc
; impossible that they all became hel
t She was rather tall, but yet she Dor
| herself with a graceful ease, and he
r form was really symmetrical and fai1
Such was Arabella Forbush, a niece c
, Capt. Aaron Simpson, and she was, i
j fact, a belle, a beauty, one of those VIII
command a sort of wondering admire
j ton, made to shine liz a ballroom an
! adorn the parlor.
: Nearer to the fireplace, and by th
| side of a workable, sat another female
o whose ace was more DalDable than tb