Litchfield enquirer., 1847-03-11
THE
DOVE OF THE STORM.
By ORA M'NEyLLE.

GENTLY and quietly the night folded
i,s wings over a pleasant home among
she Green Mountains, where a happy
circle we're gathered together, around
blazing fire Of nipple wood. Il was one
of those oh fashioned honiesteads OF.
which every one has bright ileai-taIl
trees bent over il as if 10 shcl'er the young
hearts that beat happily under that roof,
and peacefully even as the birds that
sang 20 them through the long summer
DAYS, dwelt the little moantainecrs in
their secluded home. Their parents had
now been absent week on visit to
friends at distance, though it was mid
winter, and the broad evergreen forests
were tt ckly covc:cl wiih$noW. They
were 40, the people who spend in pleas
are the lovcliest season God gives US, for
little thought could they take of Journey
|. ius for amusement, when the rich fruit
md waving grain was ripening fast for
them 20 gather.
It was the farmers season for fitting
n3w-the harvest moon had long since
waned, and left rich stores in barn anG
eranary. There were stalwart boys 10
Lave at home, who knew full well what,
care WAS nccdful-and the parents had
no, feared to leave the little band alone,
without any protection but their own IN
nocence and the care OF Him in whom
they trusted. -,
Trained as they had been, TO brave II
storms and dangers, and caring little for
either, the hardy ohildr"n had enjoyed
the indepcl&cnce of being 'cft to take
,.,rr of themselves, as James Graham cX-
prcS,cd il. and now they were rccoun''ng
all the homn dates thcv had tnijhtui'y
performed, for the absent ones were eX
nectcd home that night. and each little
heart beat happily in the consciousness OF
having done right.
Well said James, guess fnther
don't expect to find all the corn husked
when he gets home.'
NO, nor the Old shed boarded so Dice>
ly.'
What have you got 10 tell father, An
ME said James to little gentle creature
who looked like a white morning glory
with blue eyes.
90, shall tell him how good we've all
been, and how helped you feed the lit
tie lamb every day
you'll tell him we've been good. too
won't you, cousin Mlrion = asked Rich
ard, for the roguish boy began to remem>
Der certain instances Of his teasing and
fun which he thought might not sound
very well in the account.
A guy and brilliant girl was cousin
Marion, who had escaped from the dull
restrain, of city life tor little while to
enjoy the freedom she loved. o, it was
strange how she could leave sphere Of
gaicty and fashion, where she was the
brightest star, to sit on that old stone
hearth in the farmers kitchen and crack
bulternuis, or help pare apples ill hcr
hands looked black enough-but she did
love it. and dearly they all loved her
she was so gifted and so kind. so winning
to all-and then, as James said, she was
. a first rate hand at making candy and
popping corn.
But Marion Norville was not gcnteel-
indeed she was'nt-she had rather play
the romping games of the country girls
coast with James Graham ola moonlight
night, than dance the bewitching Polka
in her splendid city homeland why
should she not. for the shadows of ole
bending trees fall on the frozen lake, ant
the moon shines brighter there than gas
light does in crowded room on beauty