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

where sat Lizzy, reposed, within the
depth of a c%apacious stuffed chair, the
form of old Capt. Aaron Simpson, a
merry old fellow, who had spent the
meridian of his days in the ups and
downs of ocean life, and who had now
settled down with a competent fortune
to enjoy himself as best he could. He
loved life for the joys it gave him, and
he was never more happy than when he
felt that he was imparting happiness to
others,
"Lizzy," said the old man, who had
been regarding the fair girl for full ten
minutes, "what are you doing with that
book"
"Book!' repeated Lizzy, looking up
from a page of advertisements. "Oh,
I'm just looking it over"
sober, is it ?" returned the old man,
with a merry sort of a twinkle in his
eyes. you've been looking at the
same page for the last ten minutes. Ali
I'm afraid, there's something else on
your mind besides books J"
eyes, your kindness in giving me a
home" responded the fair girl, with a
bright smile upon her face. THAT
rests upon my mind"
"My fddiestick," uttered the old
man. 81 believe you were thinking of
that young"
Capt. Simpson said no more, for at
that moment Lizzy sprang from her
chair and clapped her hand over his
mouth, uttering, as she did so:
"Stop, sir, [ shan't allow you to take
liberties with my private affairs, ven
though I am for the present dependent
upon your bounty"
A moment after the laughter-loving
girl had taken her hand from the old
mans mouth, he gazed affectionately
into her face, and then, in a low, muir
muring tone, half to himself, he uttered:
"Ah, the man who gets you won't
want money to make him happy !"
Lizzy might have made a reply to his
honest piece of hattery, had not a ser
want at that moment announced Messrs.
Timothy and Edward Barbour, but as
the name of the latter struck upon her
ear, the old man thought the small hand
which had been transferred from his
lips to his shoulder trembled rather
more than was its wont, and another
twinkle, more roguish than the first,
sparkled in his eyes.
The young gentlemen entered the
room, and were received by the old man
with that kindness which marked the re-
ceptior of all his friends, while the
young ladies expressed an equal pleas
ure in their visit, though they showed it
somewhat differently. Arabella paraded
herself magnifcently, smiled bewitch-
ingly, and did not fear to speak her
pleasure in words, while Lizzy, with a
feeling too deep for outward show, only
blushed as she received Edwards ''good
evening" and then resumed her seat at
the workable.
The evening had passed half away.
Mr.. Timothy Barbour and Arabella had
been saying all sorts of fine things about
music, poetry, prose, theatricals, etc. i,
ETC., while Edward had spent most of
his time in d conversation with Capt.
Simpson. The old man talked of ships,
storms, rocks, and foreign ports, and
anon he would listen to some of his
young friends remarks upon business
matters, such as stocks, stores, and
markets. Lizzy, all the time, remained
, an almost silent member of the social
company.
Now Capt. Simpsons parlors were
very long. Timothy and Arabella were
ny t10 StIScG "HIuOWS, dup dG buo OtIl0I
! end of the apartments there were also
= windows which overlooked the garden,
| said windows being situated in deep,
tapestried alcoves. At length Lizzy
Florence arose from her seat by the
l table and went to one of these back
windows, where she seated herself upon
! an ottoman. Why she should have done
: this it is almost impossible to tell, foI
! the ottoman in that recess was not hall
so comfortable a seat as had been the
: easy-chair by the fire she had left. She
. could not nave gone there to enjoy the
garden scenery, for everything was GOV.
, , cred with snow, nor could she have gone
i there to look al the moon and stars, fol
L the thickly falling snow-fakes entirely
hid them from view. The next move
ment was made by old Simpson, who,
g without a word of farewell, put up his
helm and sailed o1t of the room.
g Edward gazed about him for a mo.
ment after he was thus left alone. A
: projection of the Moorish arch thaf
divided the parlors hid Arabella and hi
q brother from view, but an accidental
e glance upon the surface of a t~ell-talt
mirror revealed to him tie solemn fac
e that Mr.. Timothy was most ardently
pressing to his lips the fair hand of The
), glittering belle. Perhaps this circum
K stance afforded to Edward an example
for, with a sudden impulse, he started
from his chair, and went to the recess
d where sat Lizzy Florence. Tremblingly
he seated himself by her side, and
e seeming to follow the plan he had il
view, he took n of her hands unhesi
tatingly within his own.
Miss Florence" he said, his hear
futtering the while as though it would
if possible, prevent his ut~berance, "par
don me if [ put to you a question upol
n the answer to which may depend mucl
o of the happiness of my earthly future.
I, Lizzy made no reply; she let he
d hand remain a prisoner, and she trem
bled violently. Edwardlgained courage
e and his heart stilled to a state of anxiou
suspense, be continued:
"Somethino tells me that the deares