Daily American telegraph. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1851-1852, 1852-07-27

all hate me And you said, nobody could
help loving me!' Oh, it was cruel, cruel Oh
no, no; / am the cruel one breaking your
heart, and making your life miserable | wish
| was dead, SO do | hope shall die"
Emily, Emily" and the pastor with
strong pang, folded her to his heart. "Tempt
not the Almighty to desolate my home again."
She burst into tears 1t was well she wept
herself weak in his arms, and grew calmer.
They talked long there in the fading tire-light
and gathering fury of the tempest without, con-
fdng to each other all that had racked the
hearts Of both. The pastor tried to inspire his
young wife with confidence in her power yet
to win the hearts of her people and to become
all she would be, as a minister's wife She
smiled family through the tear-mists, turning
her timid eye to him
"TU try! ~ she whispered, softly.
cit is all you can do, darling!" was his warm
reply. "And now, to change the subject about
Rocksy! She must 60 ofcourse, and we must
get another. | think know where better
one can be found But Emily, love, will you
hear little suggestion in the Mrs Ray line?"
"If it comes from yon certainly" said she,
Nesting closer to him,
"Will you try to take care of your own room,
then?" said he; for know, and knew long
before you spoke tonight, that that has been
one of the stumbling stones that 60 to make up
the mountain of prejudice against you Irlties
tell great DEAL sometimes"
eyes, will do it," said Emily, in the tone
of resigned martyr; 81 will do amythi'g!"
"There speaks my noble Emily! And you
will sometimes 90 with me to visit them?"
eyes, when | am stronger!" she replied,
laying her hand on her heart and shutting her
eyelids feebly.
Her husband laid her on the sofa, and stroked
her veined temples until heavy slumber fell
upon them. The hectic had come back to her
cheek; she breathed quickly and spasmodical-
ly; now and then dart Of pain pierced the
placid expression of her rose-like face. He
looked long and sadly upon her, and repeated,
in almost her own words
"Why did / take her from her home?"
And the echoes of the gathering night and
the shout Of the stornl-wind answered.
"Why-why?"
CHAP. Nv.
People talk of forming character" and of
Ere forming character" The first is compara-
lively an easy task, when the soul is young,
pliable, and cast in no mould of this great
Babel world. 1t is quite another thing to tear
it, in it's full growth and strength, from the
mould of Habit, and cast it over anew, to fit
the reformers fancy. There are few crucbles
fiery enough to melt the mature spirit to the
likeness Of "a little child's )" and few wills
strong enough to dare the flames of trial un-
finchingly, until the work is wrought, and the
character, twice refined, glows with the stamp
of stern decision and self-sacrifce.
Emily's was not one of these. To have fitted
herself to the desires and exactions of her carp
ing people, would have been to change her
very being--to turn back the current of her
nature on the channel it had worn from her
early childhood.
She did try,n as she had promised sincere.
ly too and faithfully. But her bodily strength
was falling and her mental strength had long
been sapped by the enervating influences of an
erroneous education.
Mrs Stephens, venturing out one sunny day,
not long after this, kindly determined to make
her a morning call. As no ono came to answer
her gentle rap, she pushed open the door, and
walked into the parlor. 1t was empty; but
door leading from it was ajar; and beyond, she
thought she heard slight cough. She softly
opened it, and found herself in EmHy's winter
sleeping room. Emily herself was sitting on
her trunk, with both arms leaned on the table,
and her head upon them; bed lay in chaos
before her, the elements strewing chairs, posts,
and floor. She sprang up when she heard
step.
6Oh, pardon me, dear Mrs. Young in
trude," said Mrs. Stephens, stepping back "l
did not know that your room was on this
foor!"
"Oh, stay, stay!" exclaimed Emily throw
ing both arms around her, and drawing her to
the only cleared chair 81 should be ashamed
to ask anybody else into such looking room
but you have a heart kind enough to excuse
and overlook, know"
"You look i'll, my dear Mrs Young"
~ am not well, surely" replied Emily ~
have little night cough, that isn't much; but
then this pain in my side, that any little exer-
tion brings on, is so discouraging You; see /
have been trying to make my bed said she,
smiling sadly. "You will think me very fool
ish, know, when tell you that tire myself
out with doing it, every morning, so that |
have to lie down again. had just spread 1t
open, as you came in and the business OF
turning those feather beds looked 80 formidable
TO me that I-well, my eyes tell their own
childish weakness! never have been used to
it. that is ALL"
'"You ought not to bring on this pain, my
friend" said Mrs Stephens seriously. "Why
don't you call your girl to do it?"
Emily blushed and hesitated.
al will be frank with you, at least" she
said, laying her hand in that-of her friend.
" You know the parishioners have been criti-
cizng their minister's ignorant useless sort of
a wife; and Mr. Young wanted me to do this.
1t is q little thing, know but have not even
the little strength it requires"
"And you must not do it again" said her
visiter, looking fxedly in her face. 1t had
fallen from its roundness, and her eyes were