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HESTER'S DIARY. Shrove Sunday. Ah, indeed and next Sunday Is the beginning of the Lenten season. Thengood- by to all parites and balis; they are dead for a while. Peace to their ashes Still, what does it matter to me? Tom says I am engaged, any way, and I needn't cry because the pay festivities are over. Tom is my brother. He is twenty-one, I am seventeen lie thinks himself a whole encyclopedia, and he is for ever teasing me about tins horrid old engagement. I heartily wish there never had been such an or- ganization invented. I am in the slough of des- pond 1 Seems to me, on refaction, I would as soon be a Hindoo widow, and be hurried away on a luttee as to be disposed of in this way. The cause of my annoyance is simpiy this. I am engaged to be married to one Gien Sneldon, a horrid man, I have no doubt. I only suppose this. I never saw my affianced. U icle James did all the business for me. I am taken in and done for all without. iny consent. Uncle James is Tom's guardian and mine. I wish there never bad been a guardian invented There J've written invented twice on this page. Well, I am so miserable, I can't find any other word that fills the bill. I'm going to stop, and bid the old diary adieu. First Sunday in Lent. The dull season has commenced. How shall I be able to live through the long, lonely days? Now, were I a young man, I could find plenty to divert myself; but unfor- tunately I am a girl, and in order to be very nice and ladylike, I ought to sit demurely in my room and try my sight over flaming embroidery, or daub satin and velvet with hideous designs. But I'm a regular idler, and cannot endure such restraint. Aunt Marguerite is a paragon of decorum, and holds a very tialit rein over me. It's dragging on towards April, and with April ccme warm days and patches of new grass, and, best of all, the wee, shy wild flowers. Then I Bhall just meander around in the woods and gather the lovely blooms. I always had an intense desire to be a gypsy, and not be tied down to a bouse. I went to church to-day; would have been happy had it not been for that hateful entangle- ment into which uncle has led me. He assures me I am formally engaged, aud I may get n.yself ready to enter the matrimonial state ere long. Tom says I am a fool to be sad over it; if he were in my place, and didn't want Sheldon, he would just cut and run but, alas he is not like me. A raw, miserable wind and a a wild March rain. The gloomiest Sunday I've ever made the acquaintance of. Uncle and aunt took turns in torturing me all day, dinning in my ears the praises of Glen Sheldon. I wish he had never been born or, if iate designed him for me, why didn t he come a Wooing like a Christian, and not bave me tied up and handed over, all labelled for the event, like a pagan? They say he is rich, and money is their god, it seems; I did not think they were so mercenary. Tom tells me that uncle is no doubt acting wisely, but I fail to see the wisdom. I wish Tom bad such an elephant on his lianas, and then he could sympathize with mo I'm awiuliy miserable. All fcols' day. Yesterday, we had a young man come to see us. He's out now with Tom, some- where. Hs is tall and nice looking his eyes are the deepest and daikest I ever beheld. His nam? is Wood Waldo. Such a strange name I gasped when he was introduced. He is an old friend of uncle's, yet not an old man. I think be must be twenty-three, or twenty-four; any way, he is a regular spic and span young fellow, and I mean to cultivate his acquaintance. If they remonstrate, then I shall rebel Easter Sunday, Three weeks and over since I wrote last. Who would have thought it? When I commenced this diary, I meant to write every week. I needed some outlet for my feelings, and longed for some way to empty the vials of wrath. Wood Waldo knows all about this" engage- ment of fatehe is a ready sympathizer. He walked to church with me this morning. I had a lovely new hat, and he was very complimenta-j. He compared my face to the white and blush roses in the basket near the altar, and my eyes to the purple pansys I wore in my bosom. I would have been supremely content if that old gold dust" had not (lared me to be happy. Wood told me ho intended to take my part and "see to Sheldon." After this I felt more resigned. I am certain be will see me through ;he is my friend. Saturday evening. I can never forget this day. I have marked it with a white stone. It has been a red letter day for mf. Mr Waldo and I went to a picnic. We strolled off alone, after dinner, and gathered May flowers. We sat and talked a long time. I told him that old money bugs was coming down on the 29 ;h to remain over Decoration Day, and declared that if he urged his suit, I would do something desperate. Then my new friend said)- "Now, Hetty, you are building mountains out of molehills. It may be he won't come, and if he does, will break off the engagement when he finds what a rebeliious subject he has," Then he laughed long and merrily. But I did not even smile. It was all very well for him to make light of it, but had our positions been reversed, he would not consider it a laugh- ing matter. I went on at a headlong gait, holding my handkerchief to my eyes. He thought I was crying. Soon I felt his arm stealing round me. I did not rebel, for was be not my friend ? Then he said some words very low I don't believe the birds in the branches above us could have heard, but I never missed a single one. The crisis bad come. He loved me-I loved him, Bitter mixed with the sweet. I am engaged to another. Heavenpreserve me What shall I do when the old proxy puts in an appearance? Two weeks and a day since I have held com- munion with you, my diary. Much has happened in that brief span of time. We know not what a day may bring forth. Only five days before my intended comes. Uncle says I must be civil to him, or he won't answer for the consequences. He told me the other day that I would thank him, when I came to know Gien Sheldon. I retorted that I didn't want to know anything about him. Then he smiled, and said no doubt I would rather go spooning" with young Waldo but I'd best cure my sentim, ntal thoughts and cast my eye on the practical side there was the bread and butter question to be considered. He knew I was all poetry and romantic notions, so be selected a husband who possessed a great share of the filthy lucre. I was wrought up, and went to bed with the conviction stamped upon my heart that heathen- ism stalks abroad in the land. Wood has gone away, after assuring me that he will stand between me and Sheldon, if, after I'vo seen the latter, I break with him. We took a long walk last evening, and much happiness was compressed into one little hour. I promised to be his wife, and told him that when be was gonis all light and pleasure would go with him. Then he smiled and kissed me, saying that time would bring ail things right. Uncle said this morning that now, as I bad had my play spell, I might get ready to wed Mr Sheldon next Wednesday. The suddeness of the thing frightened me. I pleaded for a little time, but he was firm. He remarked that we had all our lives to do our courting in. The law was laid down, and I must toe the mark. But there is a way of e.cal a.. All is peace and tranquility. Silence stalks abroad in the house. Old geld dust did not arrive when expected. I have not heard from Wood since he went away, but uncle had a letter from Mr Shel- don this morning, and he states that he will be on hand with his best man Wednesday, leady for the twelve o'clock ceremony, So it appears that I am stranded by fate. Can Wood have deserted me ? The fatal day has dawned, bright aud lovely. I awoke iu time to see the sun dance on the wall, but my heart did not respond to the measure. I am awfully miserable. I fefJllikea lamb about to be offered up cn the altar of sacrifice. I am too disconsolate to write much. All hope is gone. I had believed implicitly in Wood Waldo, and he has failed me Aunt found me weepmer, and 1 murmured some- thing about the way I was being reated. She smiled kindly, and said that after I had seen Mr Sheldon I would not regret my bargain, and that I ought to trust my uncle. I had resolved over and over not to marry old gold dust. I felt strong while Wood upheld me bn t coercion has pushed me to the wall, I am waiting uumbly to be tied for life. Unc e tells me that the groom and his best man will meet us at the church. He says thatGlen wrote him that as all was so well arranged, it was useless for him tocome down until time for the ceremony. He comments upon the enormous fortune that Sheldon possesses. I do not care. I am docile- passive all spirit has fled. I never thought to thus tamely submit, with only a slight struggle, but Wood has deserted me, and what matters the rest ? Men are all inconstant. No one could have made me believe that Wood Waldo was a mean, despicable flirt I hope he will not blacken his soul by any more such falsehoods. I hear them calling. God help me J Two hours later. What a strange and wonder- ful thing has happened! The bridal cortege moved up the long aisle to the melody of a wedding warch. I was so benumbed that I moved mechanically. I never raided my eyelids as we approached the altar. As I took my place the organ's tonel; ceased. The clergyman came forward. We stood beneath a floral bell, and a fine, variegated nimbus shone over our heads like a benison. I saw a form beside me, but never glanced up at bis face. I meant to show my indifference from the start. The church was very quiet. I heard the words, Wilt thou, Glenwood, take this woman to be thy wedded wife," &c., then his response, "I will." An electric shock, it seems to me, passed through my every nerve and fibre. I looked up for the first time, and there, smiling down upon me, was the face of Wood Waldo. I did not faint or scream I trembled a bit with joy. that was all. So I learned that Glenwood Waldo Sheldon was Wood Waldo and gold dust" combined. Uncle said it was the nicest and most cleverly executed surprise he ever saw. He was always considered eccentric, and this WAS a fair sample of bis tricks. Gien adds to the fun by telling how I confided all my grievances to him, and was certain old moneybags" stuttered. He says I was just as indifferent to his gold dust as he could have wished. He read my diary, the provoking man, and remarked :— Well, Hester, you have written quite a journal of romance and trouble, but you must discontinue it. If you have any fresh grievances, you need not tell them to insensible paper, but take your revenge on me."

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