Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1874-02-07

! pretty, L SnOulu nave Deen more angry
with him if he had not loved her and
wanted to larry her off.
| turned from her beautyLto go to the
house, and there on the upper piazza
stood the hired girl, her arm embracing
the pillar, her side face turned to us !;
! the sweetest smile curled her full red
lips, and she seemed thinking of some
thing very pleasant and amusing.
"She has never come here from
necessity she has come from choice,
and with some deep reason," said Grace
impressively.
" For two dollars week | imagine" :"
said Willie, loftily, as we stepped into
the house.
The wedding preparations went on
swimmingly now. Mamma recovered
from her headache. Louise took entire
charge of the kitchen and dining room !;
and invariably helped us with the sew
ing i'll the long afternoons. She was an
invaluable girl.
/ One afternoon Leslie came over and
! brought the g Innocents Abroad, then
| Just out, and read aloud to us as we
scwed.
After tea we returned to our work
and the book, with which we were de-
lighted.
The sun went down in splendor. The
book and the work was finally laid aside
and we found ourselves in one of those
long talks ebout books and authors we
always enjoy so much.
A slight disagreement arose about the
author of certain work. [ was OPP
posed to Leslie and Grace, who always
| agreed.
In despair l called upon Louise, say
ing: "You think as l do, don't you,
Louise % not having the remotest idea
that she knew anything about the mat
ter
EYES," she made answer quietly, and
then went on to give proofs of the cor
rectness of our position so strong that
Grace and Leslie were obliged to come
over to our belief.
Long, long We sat there in the twi
light.
| l never heard any one talk so fuently
and so delightfully."- as did Louise that
night.
How much she had read? What racy,
! spicy criticisms she made of this and
that work F!
| longed to ask her where she had
read so much, but feared L might force
her to disclose something she wished to
keep secret, and so forbore.
Guests from distance began to ar
rive among them was cousin Charley
Hazlet, from New York. Grace had
/ spent the last summer in his native
town, and had given me rare accounts of
his manly beauty, his talents and
fascination. was prepared for great
tlirt, and had sort of nervous dread of
him. He came. He was handsome,
tall and dark and slender, with a
naughty, or rather earnest, way of
! looking at one as though he had read
ones thought At times, however, he
was so gay and brilliant that L lost
my horror of him, and we grew very
cousinly.
He remarked Lollise's beauty to me
one day, but did not seem to notice her
again for some days.
Belle Raymond, one of Grace's brides
maids, was all admiration for Charles,
and one day asked me if | was not sorry
he was my cousin.
was very obtuse, could not under
stand her meaning.
took Bellies arm, and walking
straight up to Charlie, said Belle
thinks ought to be sorry you are my
cousin. Can you imagine any reason
why | should wish you less near than
a cousin %
What ever possessed me to say such
words? He looked her searchingly in
the face until the rich color came to her
clear olive cheek, and her grey eyes fell
/ to the floor.
! Then turning to me he said: "Among
my relatives L number my best, almost
my only, friends, and l am glad to
find in you, also, both cousin and a
friend.
Was this the flirt l had been warned
against?
He is too brotherly to be much of a
triher, thought 1. But, Belle" said
|, contidentially, l am afraid OF him ::
he means mischief.
The wedding came off gloriously.
Grace wore white tarleton and orange
blossoms, and "looked too sweet for
anything" little Lille said.
The house was full of campany for
nearly Il week, and Louise did every
thing, and looked so beautiful that peo-
pie asked in astonishment, "Who could
she be ?" could not tell them she was
our i" hired girl"
The day after the wedding we all
went to the depot to see the young
couple off, and left Louise to take care
of the house.
We returned in the twilight, and as
we rode slowly up to the drive, the
sound of music came softly from the
open parlor windows. Willie drew up
the reins and we listened eagerly.
A gay, cheerful song, sweet and clear
as the notes of bird. Now up, up,
then futtering down softly as if salts
fed with its flight and going to rest.
We were unheard by the singer as we
alighted, and we walked into the parlor
to see the bird.
"Why, Louise" cried, "why did
you never tell us you sang SO sweetly
You might have entertained us SO often
had we known it.
81 believe that your advertisement
only specified that l should have no
scruples about being bossed' | did
not suppose you cared to have me i'll
form you of my accomplishments" "
"Come," said Willie, "your candle
has been under bushel long enough.
Now, let it shine for our enlighten-
ment.
Sing us another, please do" and
Charlie advanced as he spoke, to the
piano, and gracefully urged her to be
reseated.
would you not be after havin' some