Wisconsin herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1846-1849, 1847-06-26
LANCASTER SATURDAY. JUNE s6, Is47.

lStephen's house dog. She uttered
wild, loving language to the image,
land strained her embraces around its
lunyielding form. She kissed its hard
Ivermillion painted lips, until she Sc
riously considered whether they did
mot require new painting to make
them sweet again. Dorina, thine was
4 a hard lot. The world said thou vert
buried alive. and still the fame Of thy
beauty lived in the street, and many
an old beau heartily wished that thine
house might burn, and no one save the
wooden Stephen.
Tie months wore on, and Dorna
glancing at the bright sky through her
front window, she looked at the ground
and at the door stood hesitatingly
gentleman. Was it sacrilege for Dor
lima just to take peep at the MANI
Would it be infdelity to Stephen, if
she looked at the living beauty of her
one at the street door? She thought
it no harm, and looking round at the
wooden husband, there he stood, look
ling snilingly at her. Memory of
Stephen! that smile was thy desertion.
Hsdst thou frowned, it would have
saved thee, perhaps the life of adora-
ton of thy widow.
The door opened. Madam said
the maid, "a gentleman would speak
with you, lovely gent!cman, almost
as lovely as your blest one. lie said
he had business with yourself alone,
which he could not trust TO me- oh,
no. said Dorina, 'tell him see no one
make up some story-l'm sick with
sorrow-for, ah mel' and she claspcd
her white arms around the wooden
Stephen. and she kissed his faded lips,
aud she heaved deep train of signs,
and cried out, forever thine, Stephen,
forever thine MADAM you must
come down--'twill never do, for he
has caught sight Of your form from be-
low, as you stood gazing by the win
dow. He says he will not now be
sent away. should think madam,
you might go.' Perplexity dashed its
lightning contortions over her beauti-
ful face, and futtering 'twixt memory
and hope, she rushed and with sud-
den glow again embraced the image
that so long bad soothed her woe, and
going to the door, she looked back. -
With averted glance she caught the
face Of Stephen-he smiled on her
he was happy--wby should she not
be happy also? Down she goes and
lets the stranger in Ali widow Dor
ina, loving MIN forever
Who is he? can you tell? A suit
or? Ask the maid who is listening at
the key hole. How long they sit to-
gether? Does Dorina weep! Alas
no. There is Joy in that clustered
room, and in joy the day slips by
Why don't the stranger go? Sure he
bores the widow Dorina. He should
leave the house. Perhaps he has the
unheard Of boldness, TO ask to remain
"a guest.
Dorina comes forth alone. Is she
sad? No. She says, maid, the gen.
tleman will be a guest to night. Go
make our supper ready Gladly flew
the maid 10 her work. But alas! IN
her eager prying at the door, the cook
ing wood had been forgotten. Up
house and down house not stick OF
wood could she find, and the wood
cutter would come no more that day.
Dorina is in agony, when the maid
saws, 'ah, madam, hear the solemn
truth, there's not single stick OF
wood in the house. Suppose take
the image down and split ii. 1t is
good wood know, and would cook
sweeLy.' The image cried Dorina.
No indeed! But-well-yes, dol
What need 10 make all this fuss about
It, Pm sure | don't care But ma am
the image is TOO heavy for me, CAME
'lihit alone, aud then TO take it down
the gentleman might sec it. 1t would
90 easily out Of the window "a
lucky thought" cried Dorina in de-
light, and falling 20 the hard pavement
in the yard, vii split it for you too,
and save much labor This gentleman
will hereafter live with me, and |
should hate 70 see tllat odious wooden
fright in my bed chamber said Dori-
NJ. Up sash, aud up went the blessed
wooden Stephen 10 The window sill.
lifted BY the widow and her maid, and
then, down he fell with hoFrid crash,
breaking into a thousand pieces, Oh
the lard stones below. These frsg-
monts fed the fire that warmed The