The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1877-11-08
Bound to E1ope.

Bound to E1ope.
'This is a dreadful matter-of-fact
world, said Lucy Graham, as she look.
ed mp into her Cousin Lizzie's face !;
all the romance has departed. Don't
you think so, Coz?'
well, 1 never gave the subject
much consideration said her cousin !;
but thought l heard you yesterday
saying that Susan Grants marriage
was very romantic
NO, no not her marriage-that was
very stupid and matter of fact said
Lucy: sit was her meeting with
George that was so romantic. She fell
overheard near the Five Bells at Put
ney. last summer, and George, who
was of the party, but had never seen
her, sprang from the bank and rescued
her. To be sure she was only wet and
frightened, and the water was shallow
but still the incident was delightfully."-
romantic. wanted her to elope, but
she wouldn't, and they were married
in the old hum-drum style, If ever l
marry am determined to elOpc. The
present style Of cOurting, proposing
and wedding is just as flat as dish
water !: 1 want little spice of romance
in my matrimonial schemes
Yet Lucy was no empty headed, ro-
mantic simplctOn far from it. She
was very pretty, very fascinating, and
very intelligent, highly accomplished,
and in most things very sensible /; but
unfortunately Miss Lucy had got her
head full of sentimental poetry and
overwrought novels. aud had taken
quite q dislikc TO matter of fact Incl
dents. AS her father was rich and her
mother loved society, Lucy, of course,
did not lack admirers among these
there was one who cared nothing for
Lucy's money, but loved her with
deep, earnest love for her own bright
self. He was handsome, talcnted,wel
connected and rich, and in every way
suitable match for the coquettish
beauty; but Lucy greeted him with
the utmost Indifference. Did he bring
her flowers, she tossed them aside
while he was present, with an air of
profound contempt; and yet, If he
could have peeped into Lucy's most
cherished books he would have found
that between the leaves were pressed
many of these same flowers. Did he
ask her to dance. she was invariably
engaged, and yet her eyes would fol-
low all his movements if he took an.
other partner. If he asked her to sing
she was always hoarse, yet it she heard
him mention any air as q favorite
Lucy invariably purchased and studied
it. In short, disguise or deny it as
she would, Lucy was in love with
Hugh Murray.
Lucy said her cousin Lizzie to her
as they sat sewing together, don't you
think you are treating Mr.. Murray
p
Shamefully, Lizzie? Shamefully 2
Why 1 positively accepted an offer to
have a gallop with him across the
common this very afternoon
Yes, 1 know that: but you flirt
with him outrageously. Are you GO
ing to marry him, Lucy?'
Lucy shook down a shower of gold.
EN- curls to hide her bnrning face, and
replied:
He meyer asked me, Lizzie.
But he will. He loves you, Lucy
he told me so-and-and Lucy; he
thinks you-you-perhapst that is, you
will not refuse him.
Does he? He will find out his mis-
take.' /
why, Lucy, surely you do not in
Tend to refuse him?'
But dol! said Lucy.
'Why? lie is everything desirable
your father will be delighted with the
match.
There, now, you have just hit the
very reason; he would ask me and
then ask papa, and there would be
nothing romantic about it no opposi-
lion a rsal stupid wedding; a trip to
aud then just settle do wn
like all the rest Of the world, Bah.
The very idea is tiresOme! No! am
when do marry, l will
elopev
One week later, Lizzie and Hugh
Murray parted at the door with these
words:
'You are sure said Hugh. that this
is Lucy's only objectionT
sSure,' replied Lizzie.
goodbye
And, leaving her with warm shake
Of the hand, young Murray took his
way to MIR. Graham's counting-house
in the city. He was closeted with Mr..
Graham for long time, and then came
out with beaming face and a light
step. The same evening found him
alone with Lucy in the drawing room
Of Barnes Villa. He was very silent,
apparently very sad, while Lucy was
cheerful aud chatty.
Positively, Mr.. Murray, you are
very tiresome,' said Lucy: you are as
silent as If you were dumb. Have |
you anything on your conscience
Lucy said he, looking into her
eyes, Lucy, love you.'
sResllyl Well, so YOU have said