The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1881-05-05

noon was drawn SO quickly up to the dusky
evening, was something could not account
! for. knew that had been, and still was
sitting by the side of Emily Corlew, in the
cars: knew that she had been telling me in
/ quiet, graceful way, of her beautiful
home in Missouri, how she had left it
several months before, without even taking
her wild, adventurous "pirit; that she was
! not sure that she was right; that it was not.
III reality, safe for woman to be travelling
about without protection, but she had
never met with insult, or had the slightest
indignity offered her. Il clenched my fists.
wanted, above all things, to zee the man
who would dere wrong her, even in
thoughtD Did think she was acting pro-
| perly. she .sken.
'Most ~ertainly do. answered, "Peo-
! pie are not, in reality, SO destitute of dis
cernment as to read face like yours
wrongly" continued, calamity.
| She bowed and smiled. The sun cleaned
up moment from the west, and threw one
kiss Of its golden light upon her face. That
face! Had heaven been robbed of it's beau
i ty, that our common earth must be blessed?
| In my heart, was certain that it was SO.
! 'At what place are you intending to stoI
next?" I asked at last, finding room in my
| mind for the first moment for thought be-
| You'd the bewildering present.
AT Cincinnati; and you-~here are you
| going?';
TO Cincinnati" Unanswered, tucking my
| ticket up my coat sleeve that she might not
observe that I was ticketed 200 miles be-
| You'd But do you intend to ride all
| night in this carr"
s'Oh! most certainly. never can sleep
| in train. Besides there is something ex-
| ceedingly fascinating in being wnirled along
! during the dark hours at the melcy OF the
| daring steam horse. Do you not think 500"
! ooh! yes; I always thought SO, although
| it has never before been my pleasure to
meet with a lady who agreed with ME upon
the subject" Oh, most outrageous of false
hoods! detestei travelling by night: from
! my very heart had always abominated it.
She thought Cincinnati one of the most
! delightful places in the world, she went on
! to say. She was intending to remain there
some time, or, until her father and sister
came up from Missouri to meet her, which
| was their intention. Several years before
| thew had spent the summer there. Did /
not think it charming:
ooh! perfectly delightful. One Of the
sweetest spots ever visited. I thought l
| could remain there always without growing
weary of the place." What another lie! l
hated Cincinnati; had never attempted but
once to spend any length Of time there, and
then had come near dying OF ennui.
wish could tell you plainly Of that
nights ride, or enumerate accurately the
number of untruths my little bird Of an
Emily Corlew witched ma into telling. But
that would be utterly impossible. One
must have been placed in a similar situa-
ton to appreciate mine fully. Think Of it,
chatting until the "wee sma' hours ayont
the twail," till pair of the brightest eyes
in the world grew dull and heavy; and the
daintiest of heads bows and mods in every
direction for the want of firm pillow in
which to rest. Think of that little head
dropping down to your shoulder-closer.
closer, until at last it rests there contented
ly and confdingly. Think of watching all
night-of wrapping the refractory shawls and
| scarfs about the tender, unconscious little
form-of nesting it close to your side, and
wishing that it would always be night.
Think of all this, and you will have faint
Railroad with beautiful Emily Corlew. But
I did not grow weary or sleepy-not I.
Quite to the contrary. 1 hailed the first
light of morning streakng up the East with
| something like sigh. And when my beau
tiful charge awakened, and looked abont
confusedly and blushingly, as she became
conscious of where she had been resting.
I would have sold my life dozen times
over rather than have given up the mem;
DRY OF that blessed night. did not tell
her SO in words, but I gave outmy thoughts
to her in my eyes.
That day after my arrival in Cincinnati,
I telegraphed to my friends of my unex-
pected detention, and then gave myself up
to Emily Corlew. What followed was like
a dream to mel suppose I may as we'll
say was, indeed blessed dream Of love.
I know that I grew to think Cincinnati one
of the dearest spots out of Paradise, and
myself the happiest fellow this side of
heaven. Each successive day was but a
perfect round of bliss. There were walks
and rides in the cool, delicious mornings;
confidential tete-a-tetes during the long,
drowsy afternoons, and sails and horse
back excursions in the sweet dewy evenings.
There were half checked expressions con-
stantly upon the ips-little tender stories
forever in the eyes, and happy, suggestive
bushes always breaking up over the per-
feet cheeks of Emily during that time of
happiness.
The independent fortune which had been
trying my best for five whole years to
quander-blessed them that it had been
too large to squander-blessed the hour
that had found me in need Of a travelling
valise, and the idea that prompted me to
go West to visit my relatives, and to stop at
Cincinnati for the sweet sake Of Emily
Corlew. I believed, at last, that the time
had come for me to marry Il had come to
the conclusion dozen times before in my
lifetime); that should be better man if
my life were constantley purified and ex-
allied by the presence of a sweet, gentle
woman. was wild and reckless-at times
wicked beyond all account. Wouldn't she
but what's the use Of talking? I didn't
think of half the noble things that I am
telling you about. The fact, as it stood,
plain and unvarnished, was, that I wanted