The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1849-03-07
Prom ,hs Hone JoumaL
TALE FOR CALIFoRNIANs.


man AMI ysung gid. whose appearance
rorespanded with The aspect Of their liAb'
i,.,ion; Tor IN both were alike visible Ger
,,in Ar az nealness and good lasle. which
en- emhelllsll even poverty itself. and gIss
N air af elegance 10 the lauliesi abode,
Everything was ia is place The brick
fanr was carefully scrnbhrd; The faded
green tapestry VAS he from every stain
ana The windows Uae furnished viii
coarse curtains &c y ..i,e muslin. 80 thick
" covered with darius. that u almost bore
Ihe appearance &C embroidery. A lev
lawer.pols siood outside The open WIN
dow. and perinmed the noon with Ira.
grance. !,
The sun was about 90 sei;a purple
lighl illuminated the humble dwelling,
gIanring on the flesh. bright eonnlenance
81 Ihe Young maiden, and playing around
Tie white hairs &c the agrd man. TINS
Latter was reclining ia nsh.wnyen arm
chair. which careful and loving hand
had furnished with cushions. and careful
~ stuffed with tow. and covered with
patched chinz. lIis mulilzled limbs resi-.
ed upon an old eLan6s-pisd. converted IN
10 a stool, anl his only remaining arm
rested on small Table. on which lay an
amber pipe aud Iobaeco.case, embfoi.
derrd with colored beais.
The old soldier had one OF those bold
and furrowed counlenances whose rough
ness is tempered BY IFS frank and kind ex-
preston. A gray musiache concealed his
halfpaIled lips, az he fixed his eye with
an unconscious smile upon the young girl.
She was about twenty years 81 age a
brunette, in whose winning and flexible
features every psssing emotion was por-
irayed. She held in her hands news.
paper, which she was reading aloud 10 the
old man. Suddenly she stopped, and
seemed TO listen.
.whai do you hear 7" inquired the in
valid.
"Noihing." replied the Young girl. while
her coanIenance was expressive Of disap-
polniment.
You thought YOU heard Charles = in.
qulred The suldier.
1T is true that | fancied 50" replied
his young companion, slightly coloring ;
.his days work must be finished, and
this is his hour FOR returning"
When he does RETURN" remarked
Vincent in tone of vexaiion.
Susan was on The point Of seeking 10
Justify her cousin. bul her judgment was
doubtless opposed TO the attempt, for she
stopped short, looked embarrassed, and
then fell into reverie.
The invalid soldier passed his hand
across his musiache and twisted Il lmpa.
nently, his usual gesture when anything
annoyed him.
"Our young conscript is making bad
campaign Of IL" he a, length began. He
returns here out nf humor; he leaves his
work 10 frequent tavens and The race
course all lha, will end badly both for
him and u.s."
.Oh, do not say so, uncle You will
bring him i'll luck" replied The young
g,rl in tone Of deep emotion. Il hope
il is only moment of delnsion, which
will quickly pass away. For some time
past, my cousin has got some strange mo-
lions into his head, and he has mol the
heart to work"
And why so, pray J"
7" Because he saws he cant expect 10
better himself by his labor. lie thinks
that an artisan, let him work ever SO hard,
can have nothing 10 hope for the future,
and therefore deems il best 10 live merely
Tor The present hour, without carefulness
aud without hope"
"ih SO that is his system, is il !" re-
piled The old man. knitting his brows.
Well, the honor Of inveniing il does not
belong 10 him. We had also in our regi-
meni rrasonrrs of that kind, who gladly
avoided marching with their comrades be-
cause the way was so long, and who drag
ged on their dull existence IN the depots,
while their companies were taking pos
session Of Madrid, Berlin and Vienna.
Your cousin. you see, does mol seem TO
be aware that. by putting one foot before
another, even the shortest legs will get TO
Rome al last!"
"Ah. il you could only get him 10 be
Of that opinion!" exclaimed Susan, with
anxious earnesiness. IL have often tried
10 change his mind by reckoning up how
much good book.binder, such as he is,
might economize bul when come to
The total, he shrugs his shoulders. and says
That women understand nothing about cal.
culaiions."
And so | suppose you gave up the
matter IN despair, my poor child = SAID
vincent, looking at her with smile oil
mingled sadness and affection. Il see.
now, why your eyes are SO often red"
Uncle. assure you"
"Wha, makes you so often forget 70
water your gillyflowers, or TO sing your
merry songs
" Uncle"
Susan lookel down as if confused, and
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