The Ohio star. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1830-1854, 1853-07-20

Nix. Horror, rich and childess widower,
made his first visit to his also widowed sister, Mrs.
Dushane A beautiful little girl of about ten, was
introduced to him as the darling Clara, his little
pet niece who was prepared to love her uncle bet
ter than any body else in the world, always ex-
eepting her mama. The child was remarkably
beautiful, and all the decorations of dress were
made to enhance her juvenile loveliness. The
heart of the lonely man melted within him when
he felt his neck wreathed by those white velvet
arms, and his cheek kissed over and over by those
sweet ruby lips.
"God bless herr" cried he, bugging her to his
breast, again and again. 6 What precious child
it is !" s.sz
l love you, dear uncle muttered Clara, in the
softest voice. have loved you long tine.'
Mr.. Horton gave the lovelY child another
embrace, then, releasing her, turned to his sister
with moistened eyes.
If heaven had granted me such a child Us that,
sister, to cheer my widowed heart, should still
be of the happiest of men,
You must look upon her as if indeed she were
your own. my dear BROTHER, said Mrs. Dushaue.
drawing Clara fondly towards her. am not SO
selfish asto wish to engross her exclusively though
l must acknowledge that have mothers pride
| as well as Affection
| But you have another daughter, your eldest
born--where is she ? My heart yearus to EN-
brace them all. came here to see if its aching
void could not be filed
'Oh Effie 2 said Mrs. Dushane earelessly,
do not know where she is. She is very shy and
reserved-likes to be- by herself-very different
from t:lara-remarkabiy ordinate in her person.
continued she, in lower voice, and has very
singular and sullen disposition. She is great
aflicton to me- but one cannot expect to be blessed
iu all hel children
| Still want to see the Child said the benevo-
lent Mr.. Horton loved her father like my own
brother, and he used to say his little girl was the
image of himselfisl cannot help loving his daugh-
ter.
Il fear you will not find much 10 love in poor Ef.
fe,' replied the mother, with deep sigh, but you
shall her, then ringing the bell. she ordered
a servant to bring Miss Effie to her uncle.
Soon after. dark, thin, negected-looking child
was ushered into the room, who hung back on the
hand of the servant, anl whose looks and gestures
expressed sullenness and reluctance. Her long
thick, dark hair hung in tangled masses over heI
neck and forehead, and it was difficult to distin-
guish her features. for she endeavored to cover
them with her hair, as with veil. With slow
steps and averted face, she approached the centre
Of the room, when her mother called to her in q
tone of authority
Put down your hands from your face, Efie
and come and speak 10 your uncle-come-quick
> err 8
Effie looked at her uncle through her longtre
ses. then, letting her hand fall, she drewsnearer
with mors willing step. @ $50
sAh that WAS her fathers glance exclaimet
Mr.. Horton, opening his arms as he speke.k
Eflie hesitated a, moment, then darted ike light
ming to bis boso,,. and chung round his neck viii
both her arms, as if she would never let him CO.
. Effis,' said her mother. reploa shingy, yot
! too ru1e-f did not tell YOU 10 tear your unl'
t to pieces
I, Lei her hs- let her be- said Nff. Horton, push
ing back her bar aud looking Earnestly IN her face
n w ny her eyes are full of tears, and her hear
>. pea'S as though she had been running a race
!, ooh Dc AFRAID OF me, I'm your ow a uncles WHIT
mas 10 h'tie girl OF his own to love; / want you K
look upon me- father
'Ibat will do. Efie, said Mrs. Dushane yot
8, make your uncle too warm. come and tsta a sea
Isby me- Nt
E1ie Withdrew her arms from her upcle,s neck