New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-04-26
CHAPTER II.
Love knoweth every form of air,
And every shape of earth,
A nd tl.l....


From that day new lite opened to the orphan child
She had come to her aunt gladly for she longed for kind
ness and tenderness but she found little there She
doce girl for she had early learned obedience and had
scarcely known that she had will of her own. far
less that it was to be gratifed.
She had little strength of mind little selfreance for
faculties that allowed action to exist
She was OF sweet and uncomplaning disposition fond
only of her boo and of the pretty embroidery painting,
etc, which she had been taught at school, But with
sigh she submitted to be deprived of her frame and
ors and soon learned to sit meeky Mt the sewing
which her aunt bountfuly provided for her. or laid it
aside without nurnur to draw bucket of water from
the deep well or to bring wood in her slender
She seldom spoke unless it was in to in
quiry and seemed falling into sort of apathy when the
Spring and its soft winds and sprnging grass
and delicate blossoms. so like herself aroused her
gree of activity had been the gossip of all the quilting
parties and drinng of the neighborhood that Abel
Martins rich niece little better than want in her
unces house. Many of these had reached Mrs
Maeins and perhaps it for this that Mary
was now left more to herself and her wishes So she
used to wander about the woods recne the dande
lion and violet gemmed banks of low, sr5eet-toncd
brook, that stole through her uncles meadows with
her pencil make sketches Of the pleasant she
An old dog. no tavorte with the family. who contrivcd
to pick up precarious living in the kitchen and woods
gradually attached himself to the orphan and at last
became her nseparable companion Alone in the fields
she more happy than she had been since her fathers
death. She garlands for the old dogs neck and
while he grayey sat and listened to she told him long
stories for want of other auditors sang her favote
to the Spring birds Her cheek grew less pale and
seemed healing her grief.
The Summer came and Mary still wandered out as
usual gradually acquiring health and strength One day
she was surprised to tnd by her seat under hickory
that grew the brook pretty rustic basket of flowers
and fruit thrill rushed through her frame, intense
delight that she had not felt for months They were
her Somebody must have thought and pited her 1t
was a friend who placed them there, surely, But who
could it be! She knew no one, had made acquaint
ances for her aunt had discouraged any advances made
by the neghbors' daughters towards friendship with
her niece. and she had neither cared nor needed.
Day after day she there and failed to find
Sha hn6D1 with vino
hundred pretty romances of which they the foun
dation One morning all the woodland creature were
asr the birds were buster than among the bushes
the squirrels eyes brghteras they shone out from
their mschievous little faces and every leaf gsten
ing and iuttering in the early breeze.
With light heart Many bounded over the mossy stones
and withered leaves in glad with the old dog who
made the echoes ring with his barking. With flushed
cheeks and eager eyes, she reached her vore tree and
looked around for her accustomed morning gift But ii
was not to be seen.
Wolf, she said gaily, you were here first, you have
carried off my flowers. Where are they?"
"They are here, Miss Loring' said young man, step
ping from behind the tree.
Mary looked at him moment in mute astonshment
Deep bushes evespread her face and she courtesied
knowing what else to do; then, with sudden impulse