The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1846-09-10

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meny groups and vsleh heir pleasant
sports. The adEsnlnHOns bsys lhsl rush-
ed % The stream. ne girls lhsi sesmpsFsd
Ike madcaps % shsir aPlay houses" sn-
der The elms. and llAe tender TOsy children,
bat sat On he grass By he door playing
NTH smooth pebble Stones o. each elhrr,s
downy palms. smused Lsr perhaps. Cor
she watched lhem inienily, bul sllll she
sighed. Thea she half iTembled and. o.
lIich Ike, bent her head and held her
breath. Tor q one Of The large open wins
dows VAS seen half length fgure-a
noble, massive bead and graceful shout
ders. She saw pair Of large. s0li eyes
look out, bot they SEEMED not dwelling on
The playful children. far less on her retreat.
She fancied there was look Of deep
thought upon The manly features and res-
ignalion rather Than abiding happiness in
The close curying Of The mouth lhsl pari-
ell 10 smile-an old, unfoigoiien habit
While The same pensise expression re-
msined on The brow. Perhaps that cloud
Of sadness hung heavily enough over
those familiar features 10 affect her. for
she rose slowly, afler The linking Of a
hand-bell had called in all The roveTs aud
The young master had returned 10 his desk.
and with more measured step descend
ed The path and reached The angle Of the
lawn appropriated Is play ground.
Miss Helen hleynell, Jon are quite
belle! Ii must be confessed YOU are very
well dressed--a white frock, with a cape
Of The last devised shape; and that great
I.eghorn fst-whal cheese OF hail
Pray, where are you bent, and with what
intent. Though yOu do look so sweet,
l don't think you'll meet"
"wslly! Wslly! Do hush! consid.
er, you might be orerheard!" enireaied
the flushed girl, looking up in wide
branched tree where The malicious little
rogue sat perched. with his book in his
hand, like mischieyous sparrow.
"Where are you going, my pretty maidi
J I'm going amilking, sir, she said'--was
, the only reply she received; but she was
sufficiently versed in the boys style of
. conversation 10 inform him tina, she was
going 10 visit the sick woman he had spo-
; ken Of, and she pointed 10 her basket.
/; whcw! Is il so Well, you are .
dear. good girl, for once; bu. when yon
: are going 20 such wreiched place, why
couhi you not wear calico dress and sun
bonnet, as Jeanette Creamley does---a SEN
sible girl she is. | thought that, maybe,
you'd liked like doil.baby, and como
down this way TO see if Mr.. Day would
leave his ABC your humble squire 10
be-" zss aa b. a sf'tr-~ ID
"Wallace-that is too hard ~ .@.za
| The naughty brother had before this
] sprung from his arbor seat, and was trudg-
7 ing beside her with her basket. which he
, quietly observed was really weighly. and
he felt sorry TO see her 50 warm and IA
, iigued, though nothing was more distant
, from his intention than 10 loose any op-
> portuniiy of teasing her about her former
lover and his beloved teacher and friend /;
for he had plaza in his head which he
, was working out very skillfully. "What's
, the matter, sis :" he went on quite inno-
/ Gently 10 say; Why, you look as il
had said some of my real cross things,
J that cut you up So" e s4a IL,
She could not answer this, but as they
) had reached us bridge that SPAWNED the
loamy milf-stream, she reached for the
basket, saying he must 90 back 10 his stu
| dies. He only declared that he would
carry il on. for her. L" He won't scold me.
, Il he says any thing about my being a.
way too long, I'll say | met you; and
the minnie say sister Helen, be will turn
, around and tell some Of the boys to be
) still, or say if they'll come up be viii help
hem cat with hard sum-" :. a
|, Much TO Helen's confusion, on her twi-
light return she met Francis Day and
r Wallace. II was evident the meeting was
. only concealed by Wallace, who was en-
} deayoring to convince his tnior that some
) common violets by The roadside we've un-
, commonly odorous, and with all his might
: he was provoking q discussion as to wheth-
5 err they were wild or naturalized. Mr..
Day bowed coldly but politely TO the
/ beautiful girl, who, retained recognition
u much I'd tle saAc sRHHs. UuA ~ oudSc uat~
!, ing bounded on before, he could not leave
/ her TO walk alone. Their conversation
, was commonplace enough; on her side
E hurried and confused as if she were afraid
0 TO stop for words; and bis replies were
!, calm and cold, occasionally somewhat
n ironical. Still when they reached the
r gate, where Wallace was waiting to press
!. him 10 enter. he offered 10 her the dusky
violets, which insiinciively he had relieved
with some tlowerspires Of the long grass
i and bound with ribbon Of the same
8 She received his gin with tremulous
,r hand, and he refusing all invitations u
o come. seated herself alone in the porch.
a Humility Submission 70 an humble
J. fate - she murmured, as If referring Il
10 the floral language that had once beer
l, taught her. "Sterner teachers than flow
,e ers must give me that lesson" ~''
10 "Yes." thought an unseen listener
ID :. You need sthorn in your side. -
4. Then, in a very unconcerned tone, q voice