The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1875-02-25

Winnie Holway, and was that young
laly's devoted cavalier f or the evening
of Miss Hartley's party.
ssThe young lady in white, with blue
ribbons 2" she had said in answer to his
request; sstbat is Miss Holway, a school
mate of Marcia Livingstone's. I have
met her at the LIVINGSTONE 's, but am not
very well acquainted. M arcia tells me
her father is quite well off, but has
large family.
All of this VIII found Later was quite
true. There was large family, and
| Winnie was the very sunshine of home.
| Well educated herself, she was always
ready to assist the younger ones in their
studies. With nimble fingers trained
to work, she saved her father many dol
lars by her ability to cut and fit dresses,
| and her willingness to impart soma of
her knowledge to her sisters. A neat
housekeeper she spared her mother
many an hour for visiting, reading, or
rest. And yet she was no drudge. In
society she was always appropriately
and tastefully dressed. She was good
pianist, and sung well in clear, cultivat-
ed voice. She was well read, and kept
up an intelligent interest in all current
topics, conversing easily though mod
estly.
Will found that at every visit to Mr..
Holway's pleasant sitting-r DOM increased
his distaste for boarding house life, and
his love for pretty Winnie, till he found
| himself in serious consultation with
Uncle Josh again.
$50 it is not my pet, Floy Hartley"
said the old gentleman. cit would
serve you right if [ married her my
SELF"
II will give my consent, VIII said,
snilingly.
s.No, my boy, no /! You and your
pretty Winnie must fill my old heart, us
you have promised me corner in your
nome long years ago. Will, when my
hair was as brown as your own, and my
eyes as bright, I, too, had my love
dream. was country boy then, and
to own farm was the very hight of my
ambition. [ was working hard for
farmer named Nelson, for [ had no
parents, when there came to visit my
employer cousin from the great city of
| New York. In those days, Will, New
| York seemed farther away from the
small country place than Europe seems
now The advent of Josephine Nelson
| was an advent in our village, and her
beauty and grace were fully appreciated
| by all the rough pumpkins around her.
Working on her cousins farm, I was
| constantly near her. [ drove her.. if she
wished to see the srlrrOundi ing scenery,
and as we jolted over the TO ugh country
roads she told me of the great city, of
the openings there for energy, industry
and talent She found I was fond of
reading, and lent me volumes Of poetry
she had brought with her from the city.
| Books were rare treasurers forty Years
ago, Will. We read the sweet measured
lines together we walked together In
| shaded lanes, and [ gathered wild
| flowers which she wore in her bosom
| and hair. To make a long story short,
| Will, I loved her with all thu wild en-
thusiasm of boy, and the nature rea-
son of a man. She was far above me in
grace, in beauty and goodness, but she
was gentle as she was fair, modest and
| tender.
"When told her my 10 We she laid
her little white hand in my rough brown
one, and promised to be my wife. Then
she came home to the city, and added
dollar after dollar to my hoard, to fol-
low her. Mr.. Nelson wrote to Jose
phine's father for me, and he promised
me place in his counting house if I
came to the city. [ came, Will. Then
L found out why my suit W as favored,
why no cross was laid on my darliDg's
| love. / had thought her pale, delicate
beauty was only the city's refinement,
compared with the robust charms of our
| country lasses. [ found that 1t was the
beauty of that scourge of the seaside
cities consumption. Her pa rents knew
my darling could not live to be my
| bride, but because she had given me
the treasure of her love, they made me
welcome as son in their home.
ST spent my days in the counting
| house of Mr.. Nelson, and my evenings
with Josephine. Slowly she faded be-
fore my loving eyes, growing weaker
and weaker, till she died, clasping my
| hand in hers. That was forty years
ago, VIII, but I have loved no woman