The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-10-15
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ana the very presence among us OF man
at whose nod heads could disappear, who
thought no more Of ordering slave 10
he killed than careful housemaid of
sacrificing spider, gave an impetus to
trade and a brilliancy to the West-end
which it was devoutly to be wished could
be repeated in 1879.
LIN all ranks, amongst all classes, the
Shah was household word. Tom
Thumb created ne more profound sensa-
tion. The popularity of the Claimant
may have proved more enduring; but
even this was by no means so universal as
the homage rendered to the Shah. We
have outlived it, and we have wel-nigh
forgotten the furore he caused, as we
have habit of forgetting most things;
but it may be doubted whether we have
ever since been SO apparently joyial, rich,
or prosperous, although 'seventy-four,
fancy, is named in the City as the last
plentiful year before there set in the
dearth of richness, pleasantness and con.
tidence which marks the era we have
now reached.
The most of the Yarrells life in seven.
ty-three seemed very pleasant. They
had grown accustomed to their new state
and their strange wealth. In very truth
the old life at Bersey seemed like far
away dream. 1t is true, Sir Hubert was
always troubling himself because he
could not do sufficient good; and, indeed
he had never learned the art of doing
good efficiently. Lady Yarrell was an
noyed to find twelve thousand year
and an old family-tree could not make
her a queen of society; and Susan was
saddened because nor word nor line to
her had, during five long years, arrived
from her lover.
She had been faithful to him; but he
she did not like to say he had not been
faithful, but she felt afraid her memory
Of the olden story was more tenacious
than his.
However that might be, she was free
from her engagement-had long been
free, She could have married any one
of the suitors who asked her hand; but
to each she answered No.
A softened look, kindly smile, gra.
cious word, and 10, the deed was done.
They who came to wed enrolled them,
selves as friends; and there is many a
wife in England who knows that she
had once rival in fair Susan Yarrell
and who does not fear to say SO.
The new life was very pleasant to he1
at first; but in the year of which write
she was growing somewhat tired of the
eternal round Of pleasure-party giving
and party-going.
IF yon would make up your mind te
regard me as the old maid Of the family,
she sale one day to her widowed kinswo
man, Mrs. Dallwood, 4 really think We
should all be a great deal happier But
Mrs. Dallwood shook her head.
Early times for that, my DEAR she
answered. You have had grand pas
sion, l suspect; but you will outlive it
myself, who speak to you-was
once head over ears in love-indeed, ar
still in loveVwith a man who never
asked me to marry him. If he had,
should have accepted him ia certaity
and-been miserable. After all, Susan
love is not everything
Susan did not answer, though sht
thought it was great deal.
4 think it is rather too bad of YOU no
to marry at all, after all l have done fo
you, proceeded her friend. Had vol
been my own daughter, my own-very
own, / could not have toiled more indie
fatigably in your behalf; but you viii
not help me. You do nothing-smile or
no one. You have been out nearly five
years. In two years more you will be
as that saucy boy of mind said the othel
day, quarter of century old; and yor
are yet unmarried. My dear, my dear!'an
Mrs. DallwOod shook warming finger a.
she spoke; I will pop in and say how dye
do to your papa before l co. she went on
almost in breath. with his books a.
usual. Bless the dear man! He love
them better than he has ever loved any
thing, yourself excepted. OF that an
quite certain; but don't tell your nam
ma said so.' .
And with this caution langhingly ut
tered, Mrs Dallwood trailed her lon,
train down the ample staircase of Var
rell House, and peeping into the library
asked:
is any one athome? Itisonly George
who wants to have chat with her ole
friend
With that simple courtesy which neve
failed him, Sir Hubert greeted his gar
rilous kinswoman. F.1,a
4 knew you were here he said, 'ant
should have come up, but thought yol
were having confidential chat with my
dear Susie