The Owosso times., 1881-08-19
Written for The Times.
Ge0rgiana Ganson
BY AN owossoAN.
CHAPTER Nv

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| CHAPTER Nv
| Setting aside the jealousy one youn,
lady naturally feels at the imputed
superiority of another, Myra Weston
was an excellent girl. She was whole
some and handsome too. She was
blue eyed middle-sized blonde, who's,
vivacity made her the centre and lif
ofevery circle.
Very naturally Henry Yost, wa.
drawnto her. 1t almost always turn!
out, that if there is forward and talk
alive and pretty girl in asmall countr,
town she attracts the studious and retic
ent young man. She talks and laughs,
and says nice things for him, and re-
lieves him of a disagreeable if not i'm.
possible labor. And SO people became
gradually aware that Myra was having
the silent Henry for a beau. There
was no flourish of tr,mpets about it.
From all the gatherings where young
people went, the young couple went
together with such seeming quiet and
prediction that nobody was heard to
express surprise about it. No doubt the
memory ofthe reader will readily recall
many another such case, where associa.
ton and attachment seemed to grow by
such imperceptible and natural stages,
that one could not more determine its
commencement, than mark its contin.
uance. Weston saw it and was glad.
Perhaps that is not the proper word
to use, for it can scarcely be true that
any parent ever rejoices at the love of
child for any person however desir-
able he may be as husband, but we
can safely say he was not displeased,
and was easier respecting Myra's fu-
ture than under many other circum-
stances he would have been, for his
keen business eye saw that young
Yost would be one of the doors and
thinkers Of the world, and that he
would have no lack of character to
to sustain him. There was a number
of bright youths in the village who
acclaimed we'll and made a noise in
the lyceum, but they began to break
away from the tedium Of study and
abandoned it, while Henry only in
creased his ardor and avidity as he pro-
crossed, until now the merchant saw
that the quiet young man was prepared
for college, and would soon 60 thither.
"Dexterous wagging Of the tongue" as
Carlyle terms it, he did not hear but
there were not wanting those (and
Weston was among them who discern
ed under his modest and dignifed
reserve, the play Of mightier forces
than are common to men. aat
Myra liked him--not for what she
saw-but for what she instinctively
felt was in him, without being able to
tell why. His speech was lacopic and
commonplace, and attracted her be-
cause it always seemed he was so near
to saying something original and wise.
His words were playthings himself a
god ! Again and again she tried to
resolve the effect upon herself. 1t was
entirely inexplicable, and upon the
whole, she was glad that it was so. AS
they sat in her fathers front yard one
afternoon, in pause of their talk,
Myra was busy with these reflections
when she heard the click OF the late h
of the gate, and suddenly looking in
that direction, saw Miss Georgiana
Ganson in the act of opening it A
call from Juno could not have surpris-
ed her more She hesitated moment
felt a slight tremor, and then with
sudden resolution started down the
path with her accustomed heartiness,
to meet the deacon's daughter. 1t
was the dash of the smiling brook, to-
ward the majestic river.
What they said when they first met
we cannot say, but they walked back
to some chairs where Henry sat, and
Miss Ganson bowed to him one of
her stately bows, which he returned
in like manner manner. Then turning
she said to Myra:
l think l discovered that you were
quite surprised at my coming, and l
do not suppose l ought to expect any,
thing different. My life is made up
OF salutations and valedictories. / have
no social betwixt and between. I am
like traveller who should be situated
so strangely as to have the beginning
and the end Of a journey, without the
Journey itself. j am introduced and
then say 'goodbyep is il not better
80 !" Ha
AS she said this with her rich and
resonant voice, Henry Yost turned
slowly and wonderinglY to look at her,
She seemed to be gazing at the tops
of the trees along the road in front of
them. Henry could NOT eav thar her