The Lancaster gazette. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1846-1852, 1848-01-21
5rlrfteN Gale.
From tie American Review.
prgR FROM the rlRsr PART OF MY II

hA ~ l6USSELL,
CHAPTER PROM THE FIRST PART OF MY LIFE.
1t was strange that Kate Russell and
should quarrel. Strange that after weeks
Of fondness-after our daily wanderings
in wood and meadow after we had
christened every green bank that the
brooks baptiSed, and consecrated every
shaded knoll with some memory Of love
after all glad influences of earth and
sky had bound our hearts togeher--a lit
tie word Of jealous anger should have had
power to burst the bonds and free US
from our sweet slavery.
But so it was. Long we sat together
in the twilight, one October evening,
whispering bright dreams of the future,
promising never to be parted, and VOW
ing that doubt and change, and GOODNESS
should never enter our hearts; and, some
twelve short hours thereafter, banished
lover, with am empty stomach, and, as |
fancied, an empty heart, was packed
close in corner of the Old Colony stage
and Fastening towards the new Athens.
1t was dreary day, the dismalest since
the delnge. One of winters Texan Ran
gers in New England Northeaster, had
got the better of brave old autumn,' and
was fast banishing bird and flower--eve-
rything that daredto wear look of cheer.
fitness, from his masters dominion. 1t
was not day for rejecting on deeds that
need repentance. The rain trickIed
down the closed windows, and hid the
world from my sight The passengers
were gloomy aud silent as at funeral
If one spokei was with sigh and shud.
der, The wind howled through the gap.
ing crannies OF the stage, like disem-
bodied spirit The mud fell on the. roof,
with the dull sound of clods upon cof-
fin, and long before we reached Quincy
bridge, | had repented most bitterly Of
my hasty and foolish anger.
1t was not for pride that did not turn
back. Men may be proud when the sun
shines, but an east wind brings humility
On that day Lucifer himself might have
been dragged about like a whipped dog
No; pride was not in my thoughts, but
felt that we could never renew our old
sympathy. The bitter words we had
spoken must always remain barrier be-
tween our hearts. The raggedest rem
nant of common seuse would have taught
me that we had quarreled only because
we were little lower than the angels
that Kate was under the same cloud that
shrouded me, and that quick return
one kiss, one word Of love, would hea
the wound forever.
But it is not permitted that love and
common sense shall dwell together in
mems brains, and so l held my course
gloomily thinking of all that had chanced
since had travelled that road before; o.
the new wishes, and pleasures, and hopes
that, since then, had sprung up in my
heart, and the sudden storm that hac
blasted them all.
Turn back. dear reader, with those
thoughts Of mine, pray thee.
Just before the Indian Summer, my
good friend Frank Russell, had promised
me ionnight's shooting in the Old Col
ony for thus fondly do the good people
Of Plymouth name their weather.woTl
country. We were to visit his uncle. tn,
Colonel, and much he boastedto my will
ling ear of the old gentleman's hospital
) ity. Something there was too, in prais
of his cousin Kale's beauty, but that
minded less, We were nearly ready fol
our journey, when suddenly Satan or Mo
mus. or some other of the subterranean
crazed Franks Governor with vail
hope that his son might make something
in the world if cut loose from his old as
sociations. Speedily to coin this into re
alily, he shipped poor Frank, unwarned
without one farewell call, or parting sup
per, to New York, there, from the balC
emnence of a stool in Front Street, L
wing his flight to usefulness and distinc
ton, and aplum.
was not to be banked of my sport
, and, day or two after Franks disap
pearance, mounted the Plymouth stag
besides Ben Slebbins, the driver, an
started down the road at the rate of 81!
miles all hour.
Speed is reckoned by miles and min
utes on that route, now.a.day; but th
way of life was then a pleasant wall,
not "A steeple- chase that steam has mad
it since, Sensible people were laughin
at the vagaries OF mad-cap fellow name
Fulton. who pretended to have made
, boat move without oar or sail Old sea
4. dogs wagged their heads, and reckone
+ she went down the stream.
: We pay dearly Cor these new inyer
tons that men find out, and for steam
we have bartered away race of grea
i souIed men, yclept stage drivers; univel
sal philanthropists, different in mark an
: number from those of our bad days. me
whose hearts had no opportunity to clos
whose daily business it was 10 ride cha
ing ard stealing secret kisses, leavin
II kind messages, and dropping loveleltel
e and presents of game and city finer
+ through miles of sunny woodland
But, alas, for the noble craft! Th
men of the long whip and the manyo
the orioles Of the way side inn, the ruleI
of the world ifrall the worlds astag,
Z are fast passing away.tYet they al
i booked for a glorious immortality. "The
! lines have fallen in pleasant places.."-
Tony Weller will keep the road till I'll
last.pike is paid, and the lastman set dow
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