Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1845-04-19

hate llsbourne was not likely TO be We
ry happy IN such household. At first
her grief so subdued her natural vivacty,
that there was little TO blame except her ig-
norance and her disregard Of etiquette; but
these were great grievances to Mrs. Leigh
ton, and she was determined to educate the
untamed girl TO her own standard Of pro-
priety. She first undertook 10 teach her
lneedle-work, and it was surprising to sec
how soon Kate caught all the necessary
knowledge Of that which had once seemed
so mysterious TO her. Perhaps the weari-
some monotony of her present existence
tended to give new charm 10 the occupa-
ton, but, certain il is, that poor child &C.
quired in month what had been to her
| five cousins the labor Of life, and found,
IN the quiet tolls of the needle, resource
for many heavy hour.
| But vain were all her aunt's endeavors 10
bend her plant mind into the constrained
attitude of fashion and frivolity. Kate
would sigh her plantive songs in the soil
tude of her chamber, but she would not
sit for six hours a day. perched up before
the grand piano in the drawing room. iShe
had fary.!ike step, and the most perfect
grace was evident in every free motion of
ton from a French dancing master, nor
would she adopt the Strengthened gait of
fashion. Then, too, she was continually Of
Tending against proprety. She had laughed
outright at the patitudes of one of the
richest men in society-and positively
had yawned almost in the face of IA
prosy old gentleman, when he talked to her
Of his lonely Ewidowhood-nay she had
even ventured upon more than one occa-
sion, to bIurt her own crude opinions upon
some mooted point Of etiquette, in such a
a manner as TO disconcert, most etfectually,
the upholders of fashions 'despotism
| Poor Kate! she was like forest bird
suddenly caught and Gagged. Her cousin
Harry looked calmIy.on, and never nterfer-
ing, except to save her from positive OPP
preston. He knew exactly the degree
of discipline her Wild temper needed; he
restrained his own impetuous feelings, for
the sake of her future welfare. So he ca
and studied, and painted and klounged in
the drawing room with his sisters and
cousin but seemed gifted with one of those
happy poco.cur0nie tempers which nothing
can ruilie or disconcert.
Two years had nearly passed away since
her fathers death, when Kate one morning
entered, unannounCed into her cousins
painting room.
Cousin Harry, am going home" says
she.
What do you mean, Ka;cl'
Il am going back to my own dear home"
said she bursting into tears. Il cannot
bear this sort Of life longer. am tired of
being subdued and scoded. am sick of
hearing how often mOrtify the pride of
your mother and sisters. ! am not fit for
city life, and no one here cares anything
about me. The very dogs and cats in my
native village know Inc better than rational
beings ever will here"
But, Kate, dear Kate
There is no use of talking, Harry;
have written TO old Mr.. Lee, who now &C.
cupies the house, that shall be at home in u
month, and that will give lin time 10 re-
move his family
And do YOU really think Of living there
quite alone, Kate"
The poor girls tears fell like rain, as she
leaned her head upon the table.
Il feel quite alone in the world, cousin
Harry; there is no one TO love me, no one
to understand me; know am a wild, ig-
norant creature: but have warm affec-
tions, and might be happy if people would
let me; so will 60 back and try if ! can
forget every thing and every body"
Not every body, dear kate-do not
r strive to forget every body; for when you
go ! must be your companion, sweet"
You, Harry"
! AYE, even |, dear Kate; look up and
will show you the scene Of my long cher
ished dream Of happiness"
Kate did look up, and upon the easel be-
fore her. rested picture of her own sweet
cottage with its spreading elms, and the sill.
yer brook winding round the foot of the
hill.
Look again, cousin, and see the object
of my long silent love-"
The girls eye.lids trembled. but she rails
ed them not, for the weight of conscious
: ness was upon them.
Look sweet one, and confirm my fond
hopes"
, Her dark eyes flashed for an instant from
beneath her long lashes, as her glance fell
upon her own portrait, and then her head
; sunk upon her cousins shoulder.
f Kate went back to her village home, but
e not alone. There were cold looks and
" stern circumstances TO be encountered, but
e these were trihcs. Love had awakened in
e her more enlightened sense of enjoyment,
d and during after years Of peaceful happi-
IS ness, when, as the honored wife of Harry