The Brookhaven ledger. (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1875-1883, 1880-09-30

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! with my uncle, who has been anxl
o2s for years for an alliance betweel
the two families. The Blackwells
you know, are a very aristocratl
and wealthy famiiy. The Colonel i
handsome, intelligent, good, every
thing in fact that the world woui'
unanimously vote, good match
| but, my dear, she added, with some
thing Of a bitter smile, Tam so fool
-lish as to'think that there's another
requisite to happinessowhich the
world usually leaves out of consider
ation, and that is love, and as ] pos
sess none of that { to my happiness
necessary commodity my uncle's
ambition must be sacrificed and my
expectant friends disappointed" .
We'll, Ethel pray inform us what
kind of a man is to succeed, when
the elegant, accomplished and fas.
Eeinating Colonel fails" -.0A t57 q
swell, Lam sure / don't know.
sometime think that necessary lit
tie, organ called the heart was left
entirely out of my composition, and,
consequently, doubt capability OF
any unusual amount of affection,
and, under the circumstances it was
better for Ethel Raymond; to tread
lite's pathway alone than to be an I'M
loving wife, a handsome husband
and elegant establishment to the
contrary Do you know l some
times think" she added, musingly,
shad the gentle voice and tender
smile of Eugene Emerson, our boy
teacher, been known to me in ma
turer years, things might have"
"Ah, indeed" interrupted, with
q merry laugh. $50, after all, it is
not, the lack of, affection that is 81
l disastrous to our friend, the Colonel.
jOnly in the wrong direction; that 5
1all. Come, now, confess. Comics
sions you know, isigood Tor the
4 souL"li ,cf sc.4a
aNo, no; You are too fast. was
only a little child in those days, you
| willremember." lei
|ed 'Well, thenI am to understand
! theionlyg serious effect then was to
destroy any germ ofafection which
might spring up in after years"
f'Well, perhaps; I believe you al
ways did possess the faculty oftrac-
ing things down to a fine point"
"Where is hep" I enquired. "Do
you know anything of him?" n.
81 have heard nothing for long
time. He used to write to me occa-
sionally in my childhood days, and
once when in the city had the au
Idacity to call, as my uncle express
ed it. of which fact was not in
formed for some time. Then my
uncle told me that he thought it
best that our acquaintance should
end, and, | presume, gave him to
understand the same, rs I have
never received any letters SINCE.
He is now editing country news
paper some where in the West, l
believe, and l occasionally find ar
ticles from his pen in the leading
scientific journals, which even nn-
| Gle is forced to admit are very fine
But come, my dear; if we go to
church we must hasten our prepa-
TONS ..s--
In a few moments / was ready,
waiting for Ethel, who in, In her
navy blue silk, velvet cloak, err
mines, and iaunty hat with its long,
waving white plume, was indeed a
fair picture to lock upon, as she
caught up the long train of her
elegant dress, preparatory to start
ing. Little we thought Of the dis
aster that was to befall that same
| train ere our return.
When service was over we started
home IN a great hurry, as it was
very late. had just landed safely
on the side of the crowded street
when, hearing a terrific whoa from
the car-driver, | turned just in
time to see Ethel caught from un-
der the very horses feet. She had
hurriedly crossed the track just in
front of the car when her dress
caught and jerked her back, and in
another moment she would
have been trampled under the
horses had not q strong arm caught
her while car passed on, taking al
most the whole of soft, shimmerin9
train with it. And, as soon as
Ethel was released, ! was surprised
to see her turn and joyfully extend
both hands to the stranger who had
so gallantly rescued her, Retaining
one of the hands, he placed in his
arm, and in n moment they were be
side me- \ glance at him assured
me that he was Eugene. We re
turned home, bringing Eugene witt
us. A merry party were we that
evening, even Ethel's uncle was
very gracious.
| That old, old story, which af
terwards learned he had come from
his Western home to tell Eth
el, whose image he had ever held
and few weeks later | stood be
side my friend that snow elaC
Christmas morning in the softly
lighted parlor, fragrant with tht
breath of the white blossoms peep
ing out from every niche, and nest
led among the, holly and evergreen
silent witnesses of that short i'm
pressive ceremony which gave E,l
gene and Ethel back to each othe
after their many days of separation
There Was a Crowd Of Him.
The Rev. Daniel Isaac was an &c
centric itinerant Preacher. HI
once alighted at an ins to stay al