The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1877-07-06
Dear me, that boy is going.to do just

what did; know it,"
| The vessel, booming merrily along,
reached the Strait of Macklnaw, where
the voyagers were again greeted by the
close pPoX NIFTY OF Autumnal. tinted
trees and shrubs. Soon Lake Michigan
was reached Only asingle day of quiet
passed in her waters. At the change OF
the moon storm broke upon them,
which, continuing, caused all the ladies
to retire to their state-room.
The storm, however, did not retard
their course materially, and the passen-
gers soon had the pteasure OF seeing the
distant spires Of the CITY Of Milwaukee
dimly appearing. AT about O'Clock in
The morning the steamer Beauty entered
the commOdious harbbr and discharged
Its animate and inanlmate freight.
| Nearly one month later we will call,
with the reader, at OconCmowoc, Wis.
A pleasant party are seated on the por-
tico of Silver Hall. Few places in the
Northwest possess the beauties viewed
from this spot-two small lakes, heavily
| tringed, on one side by bright tinted
suruDs and late flowers, their CLASSY
waters rejecting the bright colors In
many-tinled rays, and multiplying them
a thousand times in the tiny rippies.
| A rustic bridge spans the connecting
stream between these lakes, and in the
| distance an old man is seen ,hing.
| TIE grounds Of Silver Hall are beauti-
tul-wlde-spread aiding trees, well-kept
walks and grassy lawns, then best ol
ali lfe-real, joyous liie-a merry group
are around the swings, an easy-yolng
soul swings in hammock, suspended
between Two trees, and lurtner on
busy party of young people are playing
IcrUquet, their joyous laugh uniting Win
The CLICK OF The balls.
The porticos are well filed, but we
Ibaye only to do with one group. Mrs.
Jennings, her daughter and niece COM
pose it. Mrs. Jennings is quite tall aud
stately, dressed IN exquisite taste; her
dark hair and eyes, II nothing else, trace
her maternity to liLhesome Mamie, who
lis just now deeply interested IN letter
from-shall we Tell it?-the interesting
mate, Mr.. Ward. She is young, but, no
matter, ips only correspondence, and
may never amount to anything.
Presently she starts and gaZes down
the well-IlIed porch.
"Cora, there comes Arthur"
"Where pasked Cora, starting up, and
, looking eXpectantly in the direction III
, uleated by Mamie's finger, then sinking
| to ner seat again as she notes his neal
approach.
: Arthur Vernon, our friend of the
steamer Beauty, it was true enough. He
came up between the chairs of Cora aud
Mrs. Jennings, and placed hand on the
/ back Of eacn.
Mrs. jennings, can l rob you Of
l Cora's society lor time? l have u
t boat, and The evening Is going to be de-
+ ignJtul for rows"
3, 'On, Arthur take me, too," said Ma
+ mie, sprinsing from her seat on the
veranda railing, aud thrustihg her let.
= ter into her pocket.
= "Can't Mamie, upon my word; every
I boat is taken but 4 small one, and that
will only accommodate Cora and me-"
"Oh, you naughty Arthur! You are
e only saying thai TO be rid OF me. l un-
ders Land your tricks"
r "Mary, stop bothering Arthur; he has
=, a right " choose his company. Certain.
V ly, Arthur, you have my permission.
e trust you Will row in before it become.
i damp"
I 81 certainly shall come, Cora"
1 Costa, VINO had taken no part in the
: conversation, was by no means an unln.
teresLed listener, and at ArLhups last
o words, wrapped her light shawl arounC
u her, aud, taking MS arm, skipped gee
FULLY down the long yeranda TO The boat
:" house.
Z During the month that had passed
II Arthur Vernon mad not been idle. lie
. mad stopped a day or two In Milwaukee
J. on business, ana had joined The pleas
'; ure party at Silver Hal. IL has become
t taclLly understand Lnat he was paying
IS attentions TO Cora Olmstead, altnougl
naught had ever been saia to warran
l. that deduction.
IS Tonight, with the tull-faced moo
shining upon them, Arthur Verno
ruWeu up and down the beautilul lake
= whose waters, rejecting the moon
C. bright rays, seemed but bed Of moite
, silver.
i, Neither seemed to desire converse
ton, and for long time no word wa
III said. At last Cora spoke.
: Arthur, cease rowing a while, an
repeat to me that beautiful verse yo
did the other night"
III "Tne one of Shakspeare's?
III "Yes."
ODediently he placed his oars, and, a
Is lowing The boat TO drift, repeated, in
~ rich, mellow voice, these lines:
Is 'Mine eye hath played the painter and hat
Thy beautv's form in table OF my heart.
II NV boc.y is the frame wherein tits held;
- And perspective, it is best painters art
=, For through the painter must you see h
To and where yourtrue image pictur'd lie
Which in my bOsom's snop is hanging still;
That hath its windows glazed with thll
in eyes.
III Now see what good turn eyes for eyes ha
done;
In Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thi
Su for me
Are windows to my breast, where through t.
~ Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee"
II, THAT is beautiful" said Cora.
"And true" added Arthur.
Cora blushed, but remained silent.
re- the risk Of overturning the boat, Arthl
Lp- moved TO the stern and, gracefully r
al, cliuing in the bottom, on the Turks
eL rug which lined the boat, took Cora
We, hand.
"Cora, it seems almost useless for n
I'll to tell you what my eyes have told "
elf each moment since we met, but, kno
ad ing that they speak the truth, you ce
wn talnly will not be surprised when 1 u
Jn- YOU that / wish you for my own-r
mt wife; that love you with pure a.
Ter earnest love, as should be given to o
fitted to be my other, better lite. thiI
for YOU return my love. Am [ rightW
1er Eyes, Arthur" she answered tlmidl
.ng "Do you care for me-myself? or
ON Won only care for Arthur Vernon?'
Sc, 81 do not know what you mean, 4
ain | thurp