The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1848-05-04

i, caused to Helen, aud placing il in her
hand, no ran down stairs before she could
ask tho Geutlcman's nome.
Look, look, Margary! she said, as she
carried the flowers TO the couch Of Mrs.
Wilson, and display ed them before her eyes
Are they not splendid9 Soc these beauti-
tul Autumn flowers, all fresh and dewy.
and these rich and rare cxo,ica" end Hell
en- danced around the room for joy, cxclaim-
ing Beautiful, beautiful!-and oh, Mar
gary she said as her eye fell on ono pale
fragrant rose-sonly think, here Is one Of
my own roses! Was be not very kind to
send me this beautiful boquct, and one Of
our own roses too, 10 make our room look
beautiful and happy again? Was be not
very kindr
'Whor inquired Mrs. Wilson, in calm
tone, and without raising her eyes towards
Helen; but the inquiry seemed like on lei
Gle to her warm heart.
For a moment she stood irresolute, aud
then the burning blood left her check as
she walked to tho window and looked ear.
nestly up and down the street. The little
boy who had brought her the boquet had
stopped on the sidewalk, and Helen raised
tho window and requested him to come
again to her room.
Say TO the gentleman who sent this
here said she placing tho boquea again in
his hand, say TO him that tho flowers are
very beautiful, but that canno, receive
the present.
The little boy curled his lip contcmptu-
ously.
4 guess there is not lady in the city,
ever 90 rich and grand he said, 'who would
not DO glad enough TO take tho flowers that
- bu, | will not tell you his name,
though you never yot saw, and ne, cr arc
likely 10 see gentleman like my master.
lie shall not know that you will not take
them, though, for ] shall tell hun ,hst
would not offer them TO such trumpery rs
you arcr and tho INDECENT child rushed
down stairs.
Mrs. Wilson made no observation 40 IIcl-
On closed the door and sat down to piece
Of sewing; but the unhappy girl began 81
lcnsly to make her comments ON the words
Of The little boy.
yes, the rich aud grand Indies, rs no
calls them, may receive presents, though
an unknown individual sends them; but q
poor creature like me- she thought, 'may
not take a trifiing gifi least by 10 doing,
she cause herself to DO supposed dcpraved.
Yet tho young rnan sho believed, % no
BILE and generous as he seemed 10 be, could
have no improper motives in sending her
tho flowers; he knew Of course, il was pow
crty that induced her 10 part with whit
she priced 80 highly; and pity for poor
lonely girl, had ,nost likely, influenced him
10 send what he thought would give her n
moment Of pleasure.
And Perhaps che whispered TO herself,
he might believe, that though | WINS poor
girl. might not he one of those base born
who find no onjoymcn. in anything bu. the
bread they cat and the clothes they wcur-
he might have thought me possessed Of
some ideas Of beauty, Of some Of the more
refined feelings Of human nature. But no
matter what he thoughts the flowers are
gone, and he never will think Of inc again y
And she tried 10 forget him, too, bu, not.
wi,hstaading nIl her efforts to bonish him
from her thoughts, his image rosc constant.
" before her, aud che continually asked Of
herself, why did no remember met Why
did nc send mo these fowessg
/ Poor creature! she had been 10 long un-
happy. and SO little accustomed 10 sec acts
Of kindness, that she could not conceive
how an individual could do anything 10 give
her pleasure without feeling an unusual
degree Of interest in her.
The mingled emotions Of pleasure and
pain which the trifling occurrence caused
her, soon gave place 10 more anxious feel
ings. Tho money which she had received
for her bird and rose was already half gone,
though scarcely four weeks had elapsed
since shc disposed Of them. Mrs. Wilson
was yet 80 i'll that she could walk about the
room only with the greatest difficulty; a
cold winter was fast approaching, aud
though Helen had ogain sndeavored to pro-
cure sewing, she was still unsucccssful.-
The only choice left her, seemed 10 be be-
tween starvation and the work house; but
of the latter she could not think.
No, nor she whispered 10 herself-'my
mothers child shall not be supported by
public charity; ono moro effort, and then
will dier
On the morning on which she had FORM
cd this resolution, there was something %
wild and hurried, in her manner, ~ she put
on her bonnet and shawl to go into the
street, thst il attracted Mrs. Wilson's At
teniion, and calling Helen near her, she
looked esrncssly in her face, and asked,
MY child can you sot trust in heaven,
however dark your path may ber oh
yes. Margaryr she said, and glad smile,
such - he'd not come to her face in many
days, lighted up her counsenancs, u was
once far moro weclched than now, Cor ]