Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1847-03-17


Marion's enchanting stories, which were
usually the thrilling realities Of History,
dressed in her own glowing thoughts. =
/ Sometimes she recited an old fairy tale or
some wild legend of early tines; but 10
night the white plumed dove lay lovingly
by her, and her eyes rested sadly on, its
trembling breast, as it uttered those low
moaning sounds, which nothing on earth
equals in plaintive sadness. Marion's heart
beat time to the mournful notes, for there
were nober feelings striving against her
woman's feurfulness; thoughts of the poor
sufferers in the wild storm, OF their peril,
and it might be oftheir death. .. ~
3 She rose resolutely and said, SIN going
to find those beggars;' and as she spoke she
began to wrap shawl around her, while
her lovely face glowed with courageous
feeling. 80 .a T..@ +
Don't co. plead little Annie, you'll be
all buried up in the snow.'
God will take care of me, Annie she
answered, laying the blue.eyed dove in the
child's lap. as
sYou shall not go alone, cousin Marion,'
said Richard, whose better feelings were
all awakened by little reflection.
'I'll carry the lantern,' said James, for
rough bow as he was, he knew the perilol
such an errand. - ~safs .,as'g
While they are hastily wrapping coats
and cloaks around them, we will follow the
beggars on their lonely path 1.
l.s
.That house looked some like our old
home, didn't it, pa?' said thepale, sad heart
| ed girl, as she looked back on the Light
ed house where shelter had been refused tc
them. Oh, how wish we were back where
we used 10 live she added, as the old mar
walked on silently
sYou have forgotten, haven't you, tha
the old place don't belong to US now, ne an
swered harshly: don't worry about it, ioI
we can't help j: now. "a .4s ss
/ Il know it, she said sadly, I'VE have no
house anywhere Oh, how mournlully
those simp words were spoken, bearing the
tale Of young heart crushed and blghted,
Of Young hopes crushed forever. 1t touched
even The heart of the hardened father, und
he drew his motherless child close to his
side, murmurng, poor dove, poor Isabel.
Ay, the beggar-girl bore that proud name
and she had graced it in happier days,wher
her father was an honored and trusted man
when the noblest vessel on the broad lakes
was his own. before rum had ruined God
like intellect, and wasted prince!y for
tune.
It was dark now and those forsaker
hearts even as on Gods earth, and thei
path was lost; faster came down the blind
! ing snow, and in their utter desolat.on, tn
wanderers at last sat down, unable to pro
ceed. and weary With exertion. And nov
5 the neglected Isabel lay folded in the bosof
Of the father whose fallen fortunes she ha
!. SO devotedly shared, and hot tears fell frol
his eyes on her pale face. Isabel DARLING
S can you forgive me that deprived you.
D love and home, and everything on earth
can you forgive me for being drunkard
# oh, father, do not talk Of these Ling
n now; am happy in dying with you' doa
e dear father
t shadowy phantons gathered dimly
it round the repenting man, pointing far boc
v to o lost home and character, to the graz
Of broken.hearted wife, and tothe Ia
i. closing eye-lids of his gentle daughter
,e Broken words of agony and contritit
,e mingled with the hollow dirge that the
as trees sung over the dying.
MS Isabel's eyes were shut; the father knt
n. it by bending his cheek down till it touch
do hers. till he felt almost glad that he 81
a. not the closing Of those beautiful eyes;
many n weary day their light had cheer
I'd him since poverty and drunkenness
is. driven him out to beg for daily bread; tn
81 we're clear and blue as the waters OF tn
re. own beloved lake, and they ever lool
uf- kindly on. Now they were closed
no ewes other weary spirit were opened
70 she saw. such white winged angels as
md often Aoated dimly through her dreal
,os and sunbright flowers and gushing fountaf
zen 9 and dwellings ofwonderous beauty "
MT before her. n t,aa9 l,s ,te
ink There they are perishing-thouglh ls'
= has earnestly longed to die, as she reyl
ri. n little from the death lethargy, she mes mes
in. Ecloserato her fathers bosom like an an
!. / cent dove, and feels it's sad to lay dow
aid young life there in the dreary tempest
a. far from all of life and sympathy
,e.' once more she gazes round and sees
ymou m wild storm clouds parting slowly, and
the star trembling in its distant home. NO
not d star, it's a light and there are sou
in ing footsteps and cheering voices near. ,'.l
hut The father reused himself at her hur
] a words, but they we're too nearly exhau i't'
hev Is cali for help. Marion heard faint
e Of as of one perishing; twas just y like
: !, =. = ,o,oan;na Of 4 dove. sHere, Richard,
hssd IA wav with the lantern, she exclaimed,
face she bounded over the snow drlit Dy y v
lre,1 the wanderers lay. They saw q or