Democratic standard. [volume] (Georgetown, Brown County, Ohio) 1837-1850, 1843-11-14
CHAPTER w.
DEATH AND D1sAPpoINTMHT.

CHAPTER w.
DEATH AND DIsAPPoINTMRT.
A few weeks after the conversation al
luded TO ia the last chapter, the old man
sent for the family to his bedside, which
he had not left for several days, and with
halfrepressed chuckle Of satisfaction, in.
formed them that be had an important
secret TO reveal. Mrs. Lincoln bent ca
gerly over HIM, Priscilla seated herself
with her usual compOsure, and Lizzie half
drew back.
"You have repeatedly told me, madame
that it was for my own sake you valued
me SO highll-for my own superior qual.
tiles Of mind and heart, for my striking
resemblance 10 your deceased husband,
not for my wealth--that wealth was moth.
ing in the eyes of affection, etc. I thank
you as you deserve for this assurance -
| will not insult you by moments doubt
Of its sincerity Mrs. Lincoln smiled
benignly and Lizzie turned impatiently
10 the window. 4 have taken YOU at
your word, aud fully trusting its truth,
have made my win accordingly. II is in
the hands Of my solicitor. ! have left the
whole Ofmy vast property, in specie and
land estate--with the exception Of tri,
fling gift TO one who is very dear to me
--tOa distant relative, the Cnly one who
has never troubled me with his company
his attentions or his Gattery, a poor ape
prentice ata dry goods store in Amer.
ica.'
Unable to conceal her disappointment
and vexation, Mrs Lincoln retired from
the room. Priscilla followed with still
statelier step than usual, and Lizzie,
springing fro m The window, cIasped her
uncle's hand. exclaiming, 4 am so glad!
am 50 glad! Now can nurse you with
pleasure, and lovs you as much as
choosev
The old man was speechless al fist
with surprise and Joy and at length he ex
claim sd-'Is it possible you really care
for me9
Dear uncle were you not kind TO my
poor father in troublef Did you not as
sist him with your purse and your in.
fience? and do you think | ever forgot
il9'
The invalid sunk back on his pillow
with closed eyes through which tears, the
first he had shed for many year, stole
over bis wilhered cheeks, and murmur.
ing shank GOd!' fell into tranquil sleep,
still holding Lizzie's hand fast in his
From that lime until his death, which
happened in a few days, she nursed him
with the tenderness and attention of an
affectionale daughter,
Mrs. Lincoln was agreeably surprised
to find on opening of the will that the
'lriHing gift to one very dear to him, was
mol less than a sum of El200, bequesth.
ed TO her daughter Elizabeth.
The latter generously OF as she said
Justly shared the sum with her mother
aud sister, and affairs went on as before
excepting that somehow her rambles af-
ter flowers in the woods grew longer and
more frequent.
we are trying to fnd the little blue
sFoEgetme.me- mot, which Mr. Wexford is
sure grows 10 these woods somewhere,
said poor Lizzie. blushing and smiling,
when one day friend questioned her TOP
closely upon the subject.
e y CHAPTER Y.
%g5h LIZZIE AND A LogER.
Autumn had come with all It's cheerful
fires its PIC mic feats and evening dances,
with It came to the village Of
young man and wealthy nobleman, whu
fell desperately i1 love win Lizzie at a
party, and one afternoon when she came
iRioeher mothers parlor, looking particu.
tlaFIy bewitching in her simple straw bon
net and graceful maniilIa, and found him
there alone, he suddenly offered her his
hand and his heart. But Lizzie laughed
the matter of by telling him that she
could not stop to acceptit, as she was in
great hurry to go into the woods in search
ofa certain little blue flower called the
Forget me-nol'
CHAPTER VI
TABIEAU vIvANr,
Trust me cousin, all the current of my
being seIs to theV.--TENNYsoN.