, 1841-02-27
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'And do you Think said she. shat it's a
s'orys believe it's true,' and then she
went to tell me how there must be such PEG.
pie as Susan, and little Mary and Philip; she
SAID she had known them ever so long; when
she was a little girl in Kentucky. She had
slept In the woods and dresmt Of them and
had LAIN by the spring under the sycamore
and cried for poor Susan and the little lamb;
and as she spoke, her eyes filled with tears.
and she leant back against the tree, and look
ed up into the clouds.
Well really thought l again, this isa most
wonderful girl 10 be hoeing in the flower BEDS
'Would you like said she, TO 90 with me
and see the spring1. Now I was in a pretty
fix, TO be sure; ! liked something about the
damsel very much, she wa so open, frank
pleasant, and imaginative withal; but then
for me to be seen weeping salt tears under
the sycamore, with old Dan Stones senti-
mental garden girl, was something ! could
not stand; fortunately my uncle's shout, cal:
ling me "to horse" came TO my relief, and
with another long shake Of the hand, and a
promise 10 come again, ] got out Of the
scrape as well rs | could.
'And what have you done for the orphan!
Nothing said my uncle: ard so | jumped
back 10 my dreams of killing fyrants, and
cutting off the heads Of old %uncles; and. some
how. | found | was doing it all for the dark
eyed lady Of the thorn bodkin.
Every day for a week or more after this
ride | sought for m excuse to revisit the
Eden Bank; but none and my memory
OF the scene in the bower became as vague
and as pleasant as if it had been all a dream.
But one evening nv uncle startled me, in.
curing if | would trot over for him TO the
Bank next day; Of course l said say and az
ter a night Of queer visions and restless sleep,
sped joyfully TO see 4 servant girl.
SLOW are the mighty ~fallenr"
delivered my package, tied my horse to
an oak, and wandering into the grove. half
hoping. half fearing. to meet my nameIess
maiden of the hoe, | went to the bower. but
she was not there. ! looked over the garden
but saw no sign of her. and after searching
every dell and clump of trees. was about TO
give up the hope of meeting, her when n
form. that ! felt certain OF, passed into a log
hut Just over the run. made for the sept At
once. knocked, and the door was opened by
her. She had on the same check gown, and
carried 4 little child on her arm. Thank
vou,' said she in 4 whisper. and in Il manner
that struck mt as oddly. as did the Yankee
stage drivers question to the Worthy Prlnr
of SEEK Weimer when the night of the whip
observed. III you're the man what's TO ride.
I'm the gentleman what's 10 drive you.-
With surprise similar to the Prince'sl say. ]
received her ,hants and her orders. for she
told me the family was sick. and she knew
! would help the sick. and with n smile that
made even her presumption pleasant she
babe me 60 half n mile over the hill Tor the
doctor, and tell him to come nj once. OF
course ! did so and returning with the man
Of pilials; we found her tending the child,
nursing the mother, and cooking some queer
looking compound over the Goals.
sWell thought ]. 'that old Stone is not so
bad after all, to send his girl and such n girl,
TO see his sick tenants: but thinking he might
be more liberal of service than the cash,
determined 10 offer my purse to my friend
Efie, for so the doctor called her, and beck
oning her from the room, placedit in her
hand. Again ! thank YOU said she warm
"; lit shall be spent in Gods service, and he
will return it you four fold. But ] must not
leave them; good bye. Come again soon. |
often think Of you,' and pressing my hand
she returned TO the sick woman's bed side
sShe often thinks Of met repeated ] to my.
self, "a girl that goes out TO service by the
month. often thinks of met and ] can as
sure you | did my lip some damage in quiet
ing certain bumps Of selfesteem, &c.
However, a week convinced me that bit
ing my lips would do no good. ] could no,
sleep nor could ] eat; ] could neither think,
read, work nor shave; my skin became fever.
ish, and nv nails very long. These were
bad symptoms, but they were nothing to
what was going on inside. Such a row
rumpus, and a rioting,' Us was kicked up in
nv poor heart, you've no idea OF.
Are you in love with that jade! growled
Self Esteem.
sWiI you lower yourself by marrying com
mon help whispered Appropriateness.
is it possible you can think OF n girl with
out education?. sneered the Intellectual.
But then what a heart! answered the
Moral.
think of her by the sick-bed,' said Benevo'
lence, modesily touching my elbow.
Think Of the salt tears under the sycn
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