The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1849-08-23
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am sorry to say, that at first May
Joined in the laugh with her mischevous
schoolmates, at the oddities of the master,
and contrived many little tricks to vex
him.-Ye ct if she raised her eyes q mo-
ment from her book, she was sure to en-
counter those of Harry fixed upon her,
with an expression so mournful, yet SO
tender, as bathed her scheeks with bushes
and her eyes with tears of contrition.
Her frolics therefore soon Welded to a
more pensive mood.-She could not tell
why, but the thoughtless mirth of her
companions vexed and annoyed her-she
no longer Joined in those idle pranks,
which had for their object the ridicule of
the master, but gave way to sudden fits of
musing and abstraction. When she heard
his footstep approaching, her heart beat
audIbly, and IN her class she no longer
raised her saucy eyes to misconstrue her
lesson, but scarcely lifted their dropping
lids, as she answered in faint tones the
questions put to her.
In short, Love had conquered the mer-
riest and most mischievOns maiden that
ever laughed at his wiles.
One day in early spring, ere the snow
drop Of the crocus, had dared to lift their
pretty heads above the snowy mantle in
which old winter had so long kept them
snug and warm, May placed in her bosom
bright and beautiful rosebud. 1t was
the first her little conservatory had yielded,
and as she that morning for the first time
discovered it peeping through the rich
green leaves, she thought she had never
seen any thing so fresh and beautiful
Carefully plucking it from the luxuriant
branch, she bore of the fragrant trophy to
exhibit TO her young companions.
We'll to be sure it was only rosebud
but as Harry deserted it sitting so proud
ly upon its pure and lovely throne, some
thing whispered with that rose his fate
was linked-was i; thornless, or should
he wounded and complaining henceforth
bid adieu to happiness!
May caught the glance of the master,
and blushed and trembled Just as if she
perfectly comprehended what was passing
through his mind, and as suddenly the lit
tie rosebud was invested with new and
tenfold value. She would have had it
next her heart from the careless gaze of
her young associates, for she felt that it
had now become a sacred ,hing which
their touch would profane.
Suddenly, May bent her head over her
desk, and shook long raven curls over her
cheek, as she heard a well known step
behind her, and felt that the large eloquent
eyes OF the master were fixed upon her.
But for the throbbing of her own little
heart, she could hear the rapid pulsation
of his, while his breath almost stirred the
beautiful ringlet which rested upon her
bosom. Rapidly her little hand now
moved over the slate, glancing at the right
and left, tracing figure upon figure, as
though its mistress had not thought, but
was occupied in deciphering the rules of
Coleman. 1t was most puzzling sum
never had she attempted one so difficult
in vain she erased-in vain began
again. OF course it was all wrong, and
SO Harry, as in duty bound, took the pen
Gil and sat down by her side TO extricate
her difficulties-as schoolmaster YOU
know, there was no other way.
But, dear me-instead of looking upon
the slate, his eyes never fell bit lower
than that little rose-bud--a pretty teacher,
to be sure!
s.4hen,-that is a beautiful rose, Miss
May!'
Yes, sir
'You-you are fond of flowers, see.
Yes, sir
They are favorite study of mine
are you much versed in the language OF
flowers my-ahem--Miss May?
They always speak to me Of Gods
love and goodness replied May, as de,
murely as if she had been answering hel
minister.
True, dear Miss May said Harry
They are, indeed, as the poet says-sthe
smiles of angels blessing and cheering us
in our earthly pilgrimage-but aside from
this heavenly mission, the poet has also
bestowed upon them another language:
In eastern lands they talk in flowers,
| And they tell in garland their loves and
cares,
Each blossom tha, blooms in their garden bow.
| On its leaves mystic language bears
| Is it so--do you believe this, May!'
May made no answer, but bent her heac
! still lower over the book before her, ant
the little rosebud trembled as though
moved by some breath of summer.
'The-the rose, May continued Harry
seems to have ever been favorite ant
expressive flower of this mystic garland:
The rose is the sign OF joy and love,
Young blnshing love in It's earliest dawn
There was pause.
.May-May. will YOU give me tn
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