The daily republic. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1853-1853, 1853-08-16
Home Again.
BY ELLEN LEWIS.

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Rye Field next station! "Hurra 1t seems gooc
to get into a Christian country once more after
three years camping out among California saw
ages. declare, wonder if Kate hasn't Just got
supper ready!'' Par parenthess, isn't that q
masculine dea0 eyf 4i !
"Hurrah, there, Mr. Conductor, just shove out
my baggage; Pm off here!" and sure enough ne
hurries home at the rate Of two locomotives tied
together
you" and he looks through the window. "Where-
wh-e-w! if that ism t comfortable; there sits Katie
with handsome young man. In dress, blue
too; the gipsey always knew she looks prettiest in
blue-and those earrings too-confound the wo.
mani wonder where she gets money to dash
out with when I'm digging away in California
Taking her hand now! Sathanos, what will come
next9 May you 90 to-Kate, swear, God bless
you, darling! Kate, / say, kate?" and ne raised
his voice little.
envy husband!'' and the prettiest white arms in
the world are around his neck, the rosest lips
pressed to his own, and over the bright, black
eyes close, long, jetty lashes heavy with tears!
don't know how it was, but by this time the
husbands heart was soitened considerably. 1t
might have been owing to the influence of GER
tain other heart, beating and throbbing against
his own; but it's certain he gave the handsome
young felow--his wite's youngest brother-a cor
dial welcome and sat down with his good humor
not at all diminished by the sight of nicely-browned
biscuit and smoking tea-cakes. s,
HOME AGAIN. M a.t-s
A handsome man, with slightly sun-burned
face, sat in the afternoon train towards slingsby,
leaning his head on his hand He had been for
three years wanderer, and had come home rich!
Rich there's great deal in that word-to most.
To him there was every thing. The proud man
had seen his delicate wife, reared luxury reduced
to privation, and she suffered and complained not;
but it maddened him! He left her on mad cru
SADIE for gold-left her with weary memory
passionate kisses The deep, bright eyes Of their
one child, their almost angel Florence, looked on
him in his dreams sometimes, and he heard the
last tear-choked "God bless you" from his young
wife g lips. a1 asea
Not for many weary month had he heard It'd
ings from home, and there were tears IN the deep
ewes that shone from underneath his slouched
Spanish hat as he hurried from Slngsby depot.
The roses were bright around the porch of the
little fairy cottage-the woodbine was green over
it, and forth from tufts of mgnionette and harris
ease, floated faint, delicate breath of perfume.
But where were his wife's blue eyes-where the
sunshine of Florence's golden hair' He hurried
in, there was no sound Of life, and the pale thin
figure lying on the couch, with the golden-fringed
lids dropping heavily over the blue eyes--can
that be Jennie-his Jennie. Unjust be. "Jennie,
sweet wife!" and the worst burst from his heart,
like low wall. The lids understandable, the
ripe lids part-and then she sinks in his arms IN
fainting fit, almost like death.
A half hour later, and he held her in his arms,
murmuring low words of love, blent with vows
never again to part on earth. 'sBut Florence,
our Florence" he asked at last; where is she 81
ssDead, dearest, dead" and the word swelled on
his car like the wall from a broken heart.
Yes, there was life and light on earth, and the
great world reeked not that the grass grew over
that child heart-that the violets grew above those
eyes, and that only dirges were the husbands
welcome home. ~.
All me, can gold pay for the wasted wealth of
the hearth Can the CLEAN of gems shine out Of
memory the tears that sparkle on the eyes we love,
or velvet spreads, enwrought with gold and pearl,
warm us like the clasp Of clinging arms which
holds us to the heart that beats for us only
Family Friend.