Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1873-06-14
AN FPIGRAM


following verses:
AN EPIGRAM
When Syvia's fatal lrOwn I see
Reward my burning prayer,
l doubt il saints would envy me
The martyrs crown l bear.
For anger more than patience meek
Ny flashing eyes send forth,
To mark the Suuthland's daughter seek
A suitOr from tue North.
Yet all the cruel pangs Lfecl
Are still AS wou,Hu old;
Aud ne'eI copper cares for Steele
The Sylvia woOed for gold.
"See h'yar, Steele, cried the agitated
intruder, after having read the lines
aloud in an excited manner, 81 requiah
an immediate explanation of this stuff.
You mean my sister--that's cleah. How
dayah you-".
'Dayah" repeated the other golden
youth, hotly. 'That's not the word for
me, reckon. 'Dayah!'-I declayah!
what next? The young lady is becoming
over-sensitive, l feah. Perhaps you
haven't noticed, Mr.. Fawcleaux, that
your sister is encouraging the addresses
OF that Yankee, Macready Mobilyar,
WIZ Ueeli u my " ouy yOui PiaSc'
''My sister.-the Iankee.-gasped the
young man, starting back with clenched
| hands.
80 be shuah," returned Pourarre
Steele, with sneer. The brother stared
at ian with wrathful incredulity.
sylvia Morgijee-a daughter of the
Soethe and. of Yirginyah-encourage
the addresses of Northern scum-of i
sordid mudsil who takes advantage OF
our debt to Juba to try to buy of US oul
old patrimonial estate for seven dollars
and half! It's a lie!''
''Bewayah!"
''Liah!''
The former friends eyed each other
with baleful fury, and then the epigram-
matist pointed to the door.
"Mr. Morgijee, retiyah, sir"
"Gladly, MIR. Steele, but only to send
a friend to wait upon you in my place
by 'ar?"
Il heah."
Thus the young Virginians parted, t.
to meet next day as foes and pistol t.
pistol.
''The ide-yah!'' whispered Sylvia, in
dignantlv, as she and the gentleman
her companion, walked slowly in a re.
tired street, near which they had met by
chance the usual sway. ''The ide-yah
that an old family like ours can be driv'
Ell to such an extremity for an old dark
ey's debt. Putting all their money to
gether, poor Pa and Fawcleaux wer,
not able to make up more than half thu
sum. It's fe-yar-ful, and has cost us al
bitter teahs.
"Naow, du tell?" calculated Macread!
Mobilyah, sympathetically. "What
pity your old dad don't take my offel
for the place, and me along with it a.
his son-in-law. Haow snug that'd be
for all hands, Silvy."
81 reckon it would, Macready; but pa
and brother are proud of the old place
and desiyah to get SS for it, while you
offer only"
At this moment an aged man, his gray
locks streaming wildly in the spring air
came suddenly upon them from around
an adjacent corner; distraction in hi
manner and a groan of anguish upoI
his lips.
"Sylvia--your brother-Pourarre Steel
-duel-we must go thayah-and stoI
it" He could say no more; but dart
ed on frantically toward the suburbs oi
the city, not having noticed, apparently
the hated being in his daughters com
pany.
"Duel? The ide-yahl' shrieked the
young lady, following after him. IN
frenzy.
The Northern capitalist stared after
him, whistled moment, and then FOL
lowed leisurely also.
Il ~.
Upon the dark and bloody ground
generally patronized by the best South
ern society for such occasions, stood
young Morgijee and Steele, with thei
seconds. The latter consulted together
while their principals stood apart, ano
seemed greatly troubled about some