The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1836-02-12

uas y harmless ~ herself; and the lonG
widow complained that she caught NJ
mice--eerlainly well founded com.
plant. But Dummy's beauty Vas he
never ending theme Of country praise
and il was, beyond all question. exirsOr
binary and exquisite in rs nature. Hel
form was 50 fragile. 80 delicate. 50 va,
Eering. that she reminded one Of The I'm.
dulallng willow rather than . tangible
creature Of flesh and blood. Her eyes
were remarkable both for dazzling and
intense expression; and her teeIh-so
white, SO eyen-imparied . brightness
70 her smile. that rendered her eounle.
nance absolutely sunny.
She's a bOnny bird. God bless her,
Mrs. Furlohg. ms'am,' said one Of her
Few Tisiiers TO the widow on summers
evening. while Poor Dummy was busily
employed in peeling some osiers that
looked more taper Than her fingers. And
sure il 5 many would put up with her
IniiTmiiy. and thank We TOO. 10 have such
a child: IL she hasn't COL bachelor YET
more shaafc on ihe buys, for sure il : .
hard wnr.iug, LEI alone 4 beautiful. wife
she'd make--and she q scholar into ihe
bargain; and il 5 many a man would bid
a high price for silen. woman, who ne
vel could turn her tongue TO make an IN
answer even if she had a turn Cor lhat
same. Now, Mrs. FurIong. ma'an. may
be We wouldn't take i. III of an onld resi-.
ienIer like myself To ask We IL We know
what she DO be 50 often writing. upon
the nice white paper, Of an evening.
sometimes: and sometimes % morning
ont upon the moor; or uesr the bee hive
there IN the far corner-ay. out wonder.
"heFe ye can s"e the etlmneys or Gas.
gle Balhlern above tie ures: and Mrs.
Franeis's Goltase hard by
W lay then. indrrG. BldJv agral sorra
word q writing I know IN the wide
world from Adam. barrIu' me sor,l ihas
lusi holds a half a t,zzen letters, that I
bargalmed with her master IN Dahlin Tor
Cod Is sake TO teach her iirsi; and then.
hy golng over them - olen | learnt
them myself. and can tell them ii ans
part pf book. or upon paper. a. clear a.
Ger sel,olar OF Them az. sllhss single or
together j
Why then. that's very clever OF you,
and you would have been bright NO.
man, Mrs Fnrlong. If il had been Yer
luck. | suppose il would be an offence
y ask what The word wasl'
No offence in life. Biidy,' replied
The widoS, her pale cheek flushing aud
her fingers twiIchng the slriug OF her
apron at the same time; no offence ~
life. nor no shame erher. thank God
he word was 'faihsr'-if she couldn'i
'pake u with her lip. she can feel 10 in
he heart There was pause--lhe wi
lows lip qu,ered. and Blddy took adj. |
vantage "i the opportunity To draw forth &,
rom her bosom half a sheet Of scrawied !
paper.
May be. Mrs. Furlung. this is written |
III over with The word--ihis Is what she |
10 be Al. sometimes. She dropi il, and /;
thought III show ii IL yon.'
Mrs Furlong turned the paper over
md over, up and down. but could make |
lulhIng of il.
| see m r and an A. and the other
etiers that know. here and there said |
he. but not put together as they ought
o be- aud then she becknned her daugh
er tn her and showed her the writing. |
n an Instant face. neck and bosom be. |
'ame one scarlet ilush--her fair white /
row grew rd as the damask rose; let +.
'ng the thin wand Of willow which she :
I"ld drop, she covered her face with her
lands; then. as il suddenly recolleciing
bar her mother could not read what she
lad written. she sprang forward, and
alling on her knees entreated 70 possess
he paper Her mother desired. BY signs,
hat she would communicate the con-
"nis. No, that she would not do.
Them whispered Buddy, keep il
md show il to his reverence. for a rea.
on have. and he'll tell We the rights Of
t. The widow resolved to act upon
lcr gosslp's advice; placed the paper in
'cr bosom; aud without needing Poor
)ummy's silent eloquence. proceeded
hat same evening to the dwelling OF the
,nest.
The good padre was standing. or ra-
her leaning against the lonely post that
his garden gate, his big coat
'apsng like mantle upon his shoulders,
md his brevlary opened at evening mass.
lie glanced over the rude scrawl, and
miled as II something amusing was con.
aimed therein.
Would your reverence be pleased to
eli me the contents of that samep said
he mother. curtseying.
The contents" repeated the priest.
II your honor pleases,' replied the
widow with another curtsey.
Indeed. my good friend, ] believe, as
veil as ! can make 1t out, il is poetry
An, an, sir! hope that is nothing