The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1842-05-26

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"ThsEe. "ssid Mary. wsirhine the ar.
nngsmeni ssgesly, q lhA will do; M
though. i does not show bolh The buds-
turn i fsrIher round-s lilsIe mnre-ihsre,
rs righ;" and Mary walked round the
room 10 view The rose in various posi-.
lions. sfler which she Insisted lhaI her
mother should 20 around uiIh her 20 lhe
outside 10 see hos il lacked there. .How
kind Il was IN Miss Florence 20 lhink Of
giving ihis 70 u.s." said Mary; "ihoueh
she had done so much far Us, and given
% 50 msny things. yeI Ills presen, seems
ihe best 81 all. because il sefmed a. il she
thought Of rs. aud knew JUS, how We fell,
and 50 few do that"
!" Yes, indeed" said Mrs. Stephens,
signing.
What bright afternoon that small gifl
made in that lille room. How much
faster Mays tongue aud fingers aew The
lIEelong day; and Mrs. Stephens. in The
happiness of her child. almost forgot that
she had headarhe, and thought. ss she
snpped her evening cup Of Tea. that she
felt much stronger Than she had done Cor
some time.
The rosei lis sweet influence died not
uiih that 6rsl day. Through al The long
cold winter that FLOWED. the watching,
tending shd eheiishing Of that flower.
awakened thousand pleasant trains Of
thought that brguiled The ssmeness and
WEAKNESS Of their life. Every day The
fair growing flower put forth some fresh
besuiy; = bud-s leaf--nr Q new shoot.
constantly excited fresh delight 10 i,s pos-
SCISSORS. As ], stood 10 The window. The
passer-by would stop and gaze. attracted
By lie besuiv. and then how proud was
Mary, nor did even the caiew0rn widow
notice with ind ference when she saw
the eve ofa chance ,isiier rest sdmiringly
on their lavori,e.
Bot linle did Florence know WHEN she
gave that gift. tina; there was Iwined around
il an invisible thread. that reached far ss
brightly into The web Of her destiny.
One cold afternoon 10 the early spring.
tall. graceful young man called al The
loHly room 10 receive and pay Tor some
linen which the widow had been making
up. lie was wsyfsrer and stranger in
The place. recommended through the cha
Jity Of some Of Mrs. Stephens patrons.
His eyes. as he was gong out, rested
admiringly upon the rose; he stopped aud
looked earnestly al il.
/" Il was given 10 u.s." said litle Mary
quickly, "by young lady as sweet and
as beautiful as that is."
"Ah!" said the stranger, turning and
fixing upon her pair OF very bright eyes.
pleased and rather struck with the sim.
plici,y Of the communication, /" and how
came she To give il 10 you, my linle girl!"
"Oh, becsuse We are poor, and mother
is sick, and we never have any thing
pretty. We u.ed 10 have agarden once.
and we loved fl,wers so much. and Miss
Florence found all this out, end she gave
US this"
"Flcrence!" echoed the stranger.
"Yes. Miss Florence fEsIrange, q
beautiful young lady--,hey say she was
from foreign parts, though she speaks
English just like any other lady. only
sweeier."
as she here noa!is she in the city!"
said the gentleman eagerly.
"No, she left some months ago." said
the widow: bu, noticing The sudden shade
Of disappointment on he fare. che added,
I" hut you can find ill about her by in
quiring al her aunt. Mrs. Csrlisie's, No.
10 - street."
As the result Of all this. Florence re.
ceiyed from the office in tho next mail. a
letter. in handwriting that made her
iremble. During the msny early years
Of her life spent IN France, she bad well
learned that writing; had loved as a wo
man like her loves, only once; but theLe
had been obstacles of parents and friends,
separation, and long suspense, I'LL at
length, for many bitter years, she had be-
lieved that the relentless sea had closed
forever over that hand and heart; and il
was this belief that had touched. with
such sweet calm sorrow, every line in
her lovely face. Blu, this letter Told her
lha, he was living, that he had traced her.
even as hidden streamlet may be traced,
by The freshness. the greenness Of heart,
which her deeds Of Kindness had Left
" herever she had passed.
And thus much said. do our fair readers
need any help in finishing his story for
or course not.
Speech Of Ssr. Simmons,
OF RHODE ISLAND, 49,: