The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1849-01-04

| dinner; tristan, was u not
Yes, the wild scapegrsce ola fellow--so
proud there is no doing ANYTHING for him.
And We. would help him il could, for bis
dead fathers snke.'
What did he come for?'
Il could hardly make out; for he stopped
me in the hall, and told him to come to-
morrow, for was busy, land you know,
Emma. how that matter Of poor William
sons bankruptcy had occupied me oil day
But young Tristan spoke 70 fiercely, al.
most thrcstcningly, that il vexed me; and
told him he better not call ngnin until he
could treat with civiIity the best friend he
had
'Poor fellow! perhaps he wns in want
snid the lady. gently; he locked wild and
hnggnrd, NJ he darted past the carriage
! 4 never thought Of that. Dear me!
wish now that had waited minute. But
he has brother pretty we'll off in the
world, who would keep him from poverty
But you will d. 50, Edwnrdr
Certainly, nv love. ] intended 10
spcnk to Hill g. vcnsbIes next week nbou,
q vacancy they have in their office. will
go there Tomorrow. Poor Tristan! his "a
Their was good man. should I've sorry for
any harm 10 como 10 the boy. though he is
rather headstrong'
Self conceitcd. Tristan fingered, hcark.
ching Ia tho last echoes Of that compassion.
n'c voice. Then with thrill Of rcmorre
that ran like On nrrow Of conscience
through his spiritual frame, he fed away
Through the still moonlight that made
long shadows in the streets the spirit wan
dcred. iisclf ~ mpapnhIc. II l,,icd over
the Same scenes with Tristnn's mortal feet
had trsvcrsed: hut now no jarring sounds
Of worldly traffic broke the holy quiet. A
watohman's heavy footfnll resorndcd along
the pavement. When he had gone b.,
woman. with child. crnwlcd TO some door.
steps mud crouched down.
When the ,nnn came past agnn she
crept hack into the shadow: but he per-
ccved her. and asked what the WINS doing
there. The tome WIS hardly 50 rough n.
he used in the daytime.
i have not been drinking--indecd.s sir. ]
have not was the faint answer; but have
hid no tand to-day, except n biscuit that a
pnor gentleman 10 the park give my boy.
We divided il between u.s.
poor soul! said tho Waterman, search.
ing in his pocket; here is half Loaf and
some cheese. lean do without nv break.
fast FIR once in n way. Onlv don't lie
there anv longer. good woman; fur ihcre'Il
be somebody else passing soon. and il isn't
| far IN the station houses
God reward YOU. sir,' said the woman.
The world is much better than people sav
II have always fund il 50. Eat, little
Johnny, and be patient. II 10 no, long ill
morning.
It's not long till morning! Oh, what
a deep lesson Of endurance was in those
words If tho poor dcsoln'c wandercr. Aud
he-the spirit who now with opened ewes
and ears lis.cned--had in lifetime reviled
the world; struggled la its darkn.ss, nor
waited meekly fnr the dawn that would
surely come at last. lie who, though, poor.
had never wanted n meal--who, though
wreichcd, had found IN his wrctchedncss
the blessed balm of iove--who, though
friendless, had never hccn altogether Desc
laic-hc had shrnnk from his despair like
a cownrd-while this lonely, farsaken one
lived patiently on, enduring 10 the end.
Tristnn's spirit yearned repentently
over the world which he Ind in his hitter.
ness condemned. Il was of Gods creating
and III. smile Of divinity rested on il yet.
With all its harshness, its GOODNESS, its suf-
ferings, it was still blessed world.
On. on, over mvrinds IL human spirits
,hn, the bosom Of the nigh,-stilled city en-
folded, did the soul Of Tristan pass-rest
ing with none until he came TO n small,
neai. suburban dwelling. When last he
crossed iis threshold, il had been with wild
anger in his heart, and curse on his lips.
From TINT threshold seemed yet to ring the
parting words Of strife:
Brother Tristan. / have been cnreful
and you a spendthrif. Every man ough,
to think Of himself first; YOU were ton grcnt
fool to do that. shall not help YOU any
more, and then you must turn out aud
work in the sirect-or starve there, if you
like il BETTER
And the terrible answer had been: mo,
but ] will die, and bring Gains curse upon
your head
| Could il be that the very roses which
now slept their still and fragrant sleep un-
der the moOnlit porch had ever been sha'
ken BY the breath Of such words as these!
The spirit Of Tristan stood in his broth
er's chamber--self. jussifying oven now
For the man slept % peacefully rs slough
his mothers son had still laid within lev
yards Of him il the little closet from which
he used t"cnll, when, boy like. they talked
together half the summer night. He had
no thought ofthat dark, weed-tangled mass,
floating beneath the siars.
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