New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1847-03-23

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she ssood and looked al him u stTlc@en into
stone.
There was no, one touch Of tenderness or pity in
it. There was not one CLEAN o. interest parental
recognition, or relentng init. There was change
On h, but not of that kind The old indifference aud
eoJ eopstraint had given place 10 tornething what
Al. never thought and dId not dare 70 think and
va, abe felt IL In It's force aud knew II well without
nsms: that a. II looked upon her, seemed 10 cast
q shadow on her head
Did he see before him the successful rival Of his
son, In health and lifs1 Did he look upon his own
saecessful rival Of bis sons Affection Did mad
isaloasy and witheyed pride. poison sweet remem.
brsnces that should have endeared and made her
precious TO hint Coaid 10 be possible that u wss
gall 70 him 10 sook upon Der in her beauty and her
promise thinking OF his infant boy
Florence had no such thoughts. Botlove 10 qoicz
70 know when It II syorned and hopelsss: and hope
died out of hers az she stood looking IN Der fathers
face. ci
II ask YOU. Florence, are you frightened II
there anything the matter that you come here
Il came Papa"
Against nv wishes. Why7"
She saw he kasw why il was written broadly
on his face and dropped her head upon her hands
win one prolonged low cry
Let him re nernber IL In mat room. years TO come
II mas faded from the air, before be breaks the 81
Isnce Itmay pass a. quickly from bis brain, a. be
believes, bat h 10 there. Let him remember II II
that room, years 10 come
Re took her by the arm. His hand was cod
and loose and scarcely closed upon her.
you are tired, ! dare say" he said. taking az
The light and leading her toward the door " and
want rest We all wsutrsst Co. Florence for
have been dreaming"
The dream che bed had, was over then, God helf
hsrl and she felt that il could never mere come
back
II will remain here 10 light you up the stsirs
The whole house 10 yours above there" SAID bel
father, slowly /" You are its mistress DOW 5000
night"
at;ll covering her face she sobbed and answered
GOOD night, dear Papa" and silently assembled
Once she looked back as II she would have returned
70 him bat for fear II ives q monentary thought
too hopeless 20 encourage and her father stood
there with the light-hsrd, unresponsive, motion
les.--until the utterng dress Of his fair child wal
lost In the darkness.
Let him remember il IN that room, years e
come. The rain that falls upon the roof: the vino
that mourns outside the door may have fore
knowledge IN their melancholy sound Let hin
remember II in that room, years to come
The last time he had watched Der. rom the
same place, winding up those stairs, she had hac
her brother in her arms IL did nor move hs hear
toward her now, IL steeled 1t but he went into
his room and locked his door and sat down IN BIZ
chair and cried for his lost boy.
Diogenes was broad awake upon his post, AND
waiting for bis little mistress.
"Oh Dill On dear Dill Love me for bis sake y
Diogsnes alresdy loved her for her own. aud
didn { care how much be showed IL So he made
himselfvsstly ridiculous by performing variety
Of uncontb bounces Ia the 'ente-cbomber, and con
cluded, when poor Florence was nj LAST asleep
and dreaming OF the rosy children opposite by
scratching open her bedroom door: rolling up bis
bed into a pillow lying down the boards, at the
null length Of his tether with his head toward her
and looking lszily az her upside down, ont OF the
tops Of his eyes until from winking and winkbe
lie fell asleep himself and dreamed, with gruH
barks Of his enemy.