The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1840-07-17

large nor hard, replying to her frank kind
smile with another which if not as sweet
had certainly more wonder--in i'll sat
down by her on the bench Of turf. She
had been reading Miss Edgworth's simple
Susan, and as l took the volume from her,
| saw that .he page was blistered with tears
A beautiful story said l.
And do you think said she, that it's a
story Il believe it's true;' and then she
went on TO tell me how there must be such
people as Susan, and little Mary, and Phil
ip; she said she had known them ever SO
long, when she was little girl in Kentucky.
She had slept in the woods and dreampt OF
them and lain by the spring, under the sy-
cycamore and cried fer poor Susan and as
she spoke, her eyes filled with tears and
she eant back against tree, and looked up
into the clouds.
Well really thought I again, this is a
most wonderful girl to be hoeing in the flow
| er beds.
Would you like said she to 60 with me
and see the springs Now was in a
pretty fix to be sure; liked something o.
bout the damsel very much she was so open,
frank, pleasant and imaginative wilhaI; but
then for me TO be seen to be weeping salt
tears under the sycamore, with old Dan
Stones sentimental garden girl, was some
thing l could not stand, fortunately my un-
cle's shout calling me TO horse came to
my relief, and with another long shake OF
the hand and promise 10 come again, l
got out of the scrape as well as could.
And what have you done for the or
phan 2
Nothing said my uncle: and so I jum-
ped back to my dreams of killing tyrants,
and cutting off the heads Of old uncles, and,
some ou, foupd .-os slo;.,~ g. n r, IL
dark-eyed lady Of the thorn bodkin.
Every day fer week or more after this,
sought for an excuse to revisit the Eden
Bank; but Rone came and my memory Of
the scene in the bower became vague and as
pleasant as if it had all been a dream.--
But one evening my uncle started me, en-
quiring if l would trot over for him to the
bank next day; of course | said aye and
after night Of queer visions and rest
less sleep, sped joyfully to see servant
girl.
How are she mighty fallen
delivered my package, tied my horse
to an oak, and wandering into the grove,
half hoping, half fearing to meet my name
less maiden of the hoe, went to the bow
er but she was not there, looked over the
garden but saw no sign of her, and after
searching every dell aad clump of trees, was
about to give up the hope Of meeting her
when form, that felt certain of, passed
ints log hut just ever the run. / made
FOR the spot at once, knocked, and the door
was opened by her. She had on the same
check gown, and carried little child on
her arm. Thank you,' said'she in whis-
per and in manner that struck me as od-
dly, as did the Yankee stage drivers TO the
worthy prince of SAKE WeimSr, when the
knight of the whip observed, If you're the
man what's to ride, I'm the gentleman
what's to drive you.' With surprise SINH
lar to the Princes say, | received her
thanks and orders for she told mo the fam
lily was sick, and she knew thatl would
help the sick and with a smile that made
even her presumption pleasant she sade me
90 half mile over the hill for the doctor,
and tell him 10 come at once. OF course
did so and returned with the man Of phials,
we found her tending her child, nursing
the mothers and cooking some queer looking
compound over the Goals.
well" thought l, old Stone is not SO
bad after all, to send his girl and such girl
10 see his sick tenants but thinking he
might be more liberal of servics than the
cash, determined to offer my purse to my
friend Effis, for so the doctor called her, land
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