Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1852-07-14
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Z on don't love my mother" said little
Ellen Crosby, slowly retreating from her
father, with her hands behind her, and her
lips qniveriug as she spoke: ..s
=" Whatdo you mean pctl'' he exclaimed,
springinS after her, and drawing her resist
inc form towards him; that is !: very
strange thing for little girl to say; what
put it into your head that father dou't love
mother9" he continued, smoothing back her
soft hair from her white forehead, and LOOK
ing earnestly into her downcast eyes.
Because when mamma went away from
the table you spoke cross, and said she was
always sick and she has got a headache" !"
added the child earnestly, while the tears
trickled down her cheeks have been
sitting beside her all the afternoon, and rub
bng her forehead; and she is sick and tired
very often, and you never tell her you are
sorry, nor kiss her as you do me-
Charles Crosby drew his little girl closer
to his bosom: Her artle.s words had fallen
like fire upon his heart. He felt instantly
that he had spoken larshly moro than once
to the gentle being who had never given him
an, unkind word Seven years Of his wed.
ded life had passed calmly and fleetly. BE.
Ing young and most impulsive creature
when he married, he could hardly appreciate
the deep, holy love which his sweet bride
treasured for him and him only. After the
romance Of the affair, as it seemed 10 him,
had settled into quiet, perhaps, monoto.
nous reality, his restless spirit yearncd for
some fresh novelty. 10 work through the
day, to come home at night and spend the
evening hours, by the side of bis ~sassaand
infant child, whose beautiful face cleaned
like rosebud upon the white pillow in her
little wicker basket cradle, became tiresome
to him. He wished his Ellen had more Vi
vacity, more brilliancy, forgetting that these
might accompany variablsness OF temper.
anent that would truly have made his home
unhappy.
Ellen was most excellent wife; hers was
that inward purity which stamps upon the
features loveliness far beyond mere beauty
nobody hestated to call her handsome; hel
ways were winning, her form slightly ane
fragile; withal she had so much prudence
and was so good a manager, that from the
time or his marriage, Charles Crosby hae
been accumulating riches. But she needed
affection and much care; she was delicate
and so sensitive that a word of reproacl
from one she esteemed, would cause almos
serious illness. The language of her full
blue eyes, as they were sometimes fixed up
on the noble face Of her husband was, love
me; oh! how yearn for your full, unre
strained love! then they would fall to the
floer while the consciousness that he wa
not towards her in manners rs he had once
been, and oh, she feared, not in heart-woul'
send an icy thrill through every fibre Of he
frame. OF late, Charles Crosby had oftel
become nm alien to his home, until the mid
night hour; he had found, as he thought
choice and congerial spirits. and with them
"the spirit of wo," that is "the spirit
vine" But alas! his fine manners wer
disappearing; his home was not an carthsI.
paradise to him now-he had grown YER
cold and worldly; indeed he knew not til
extent of the change in himself
He worshipped his lovely child; and call
/ either by the sweet names Of "fairy, an
4 a:pef and :. darling;;' she was in truth sue
7 Il a, one as few, very few parents-are blesse
81 with child Of neither ordinary beauty o
y Intellect and but for lier mothers jldicieu