Daily American telegraph., 1851-12-26

O rheumatic out there, let alone the beating in
of the rain on the floor just mopped. Come
away, there.0
"WelI, i wonder" I" added her obedient
spouse, hobbling back to his three-egged stool
of Office.
Anne galloped down the hill, face to face
with the tempest. Oh, there was wilder
storm within her surging breast! The black
clouds sunk over her like a pail, and the mist
goblins shrieked and raved about her, shutting
her in from human sight. Once she dropped
the reins to the neck of her horse, and, clasp
ing her cold hands, pressed them against her
scared eye-balls, as though to bar out some
terrible sight
"Obliyion or death!n she groaned, vehe-
mently.
But oblivion never yet came at the cry OF
the despairing. Then she grew stronger, as it
seemed, for she threw back her tangled hair,
tossed back her crushed hat and laid bare her
forehead to the pelting of the storm She
laughed a low, shuddering laugh, as the icy
drops trickled upon her fever-hot eyes
Anne had placed mortal on the shrine Of
her Maker--the creature on the throne of the
Creator. Not. content to give the unselfsh,
unutterable lore Of a womans heart, she had
poured on The altar Of her idol that "sacred
OIL of worship and alteration that is not with
impunity withheld from Heaven. She had con-
centrated the universe into one point--and
where was her universe now? Where was her
idol-shrine
"The store" of the country for miles around,
with its much be-chalked sign Of " fish, fan
mel, -four, dry goods groceries" and dozen
other indispensabilities stood just on the rocky
bank, fronting the crescent fall, whose foam
wreaths now dashed against it's back wall. 1t
was kept by an older brother of Anne. The
bay pony, by force of habit slackened his pace
before the plank platform. Anne looked about
her in momentary bewilderment; then sud
denly checking him. she threw herself from
The little building shook with the strife OF
close combat beneath its foundations, when
Anne stepped over the threshold 1t was dusk
within, unlighted for want of customers
Annes brother started forward from his desk,
in surprise, at the sound of STEP and brushed
against his sister before she was aware Of his
presence.
"What are you about, Anne z" exclaimed
he, catching her roughly by the arm :" Girl
believe you are beside yourself! Drenched
and dripping-a sight to behold and you
were half dead before What, in the name
of the four elements, sent you out on such a
night?"
/" came" answered Anne, confusedly, and
rather incoherently, II came--the children
wanted some gingerbread and I0-
" Nonsense !" exclaimed her brother tho
roughly provoked at her rashness and heed
lessness. This is all of piece with your
woman-capriccs Go home Immediately and
tell mother that will carry you to the Insane
Retreat, to keep you out Of your coffin, if she
does not bolt you into your ROOM out of the
reach of fire and water There, there, go
don't wait to catch your death cold! AS if
could not bring that foolish gingerbread
Childish there go"
How little we know Where our harsh words
are falling, when they drop bitterly from our
lips! All! there are wounds that cannot be
healed in tme-nor yet in eternity!
Would he not speak one kind, brotherly
word to that anguished sister! If he had
looked into her haggard, despairing face,
perhaps he would not have turned away SC
abruptly as he did after this TRADE, and hidden
himself again behind the high front of his count
ing-desk, assured by the patter of the pony's
feet upon the pebbles that he had taken the
homeward road.
Home the faithful pony went, after waiting
his time for his rider; but Anne did not 20
with. him. She only shrunk back into the
shade, until all was still again. Then she
glided, like a guilty thing, noselessly through
a long, dark passage, to the back door of the
shop. She lifted its latch carefully, and went
out into the gathering night.
Wild warfare was beneath her Billows oi
mist rolled and swayed hither and thither in
the abyss, and where they parted for mo-
tha inEx have 1ac ha
trembling rocks with mad turbulence
There was no eye but the eye of Omnipres-
ence, to look upon the passion blinded girl,
and to that she looked not up. Where was
her guardian angel, to whisper "Wait, wait
pc patient?" 1t was the hour of darkness,
and of fierce fends, who famed the storm in
her soul, so family emblemed by the elemental
raging without. That soul sent up its agonized
cry for forgetfulness, for rest for peace
Death is an eternal sleep,n her mother had
taught her. Alas! that mothers words
should ever come between the young heart and
Heaven
An hour went by. Anne's brother buttoned
his storm-proof overcoat around him, locked
his store, and leading his horse from q near
stable, took his way homeward. He was met
at the door by his sister and mother, who faced
the storm-blast with countenances of conster-
nation.
"Anne! where is Anne, Charles (" exclaim-
ed Mrs. K.
Anne foolish girl sent her home an
hour ago."
"No! she is not here Her pony came! Oh,
my child where is she?n
"Why did you let the girl 90 out this terri
BILE day z" asked the alarmed brother.
81 never knew it! Charles, 60 be quick T!
Oh if her father was here !"
Charles K seized lantern, and rushed out.
That night, over all the thunder of the storm,
arose the swell of human voices, the shouts of
neighbors and friends who went forth fearless