The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1853-06-23

e wharf.
II was some three years after the ador
ton OF the little cmigrant. She had out
grown her infancy; her lovelness increase
with each coming day. Unbounded wealt
lay at her command child as she was. He
foster parents loved her with love tha
was near idolatry. She was the charm O
the household, and far and near was she spo
ken of as the beautiful Rose Rineold.
At times, thin, STOPPING figure might b.
seen gliding along by the princely old man
sion, and going stealthily to the back door
way of Judge Ringold's wealthy home.
There, from the kitchen, through tn
Kindness of the servant, the poor mothe
caught now and then, a glimpse of her los
child. With her hair falling in long, trainet
curls, glossy as silken sheen about her pret
ty shoulders, and the dainty air that luxur,
bestows, she looked, in her rich robes, lik,
an angel to the stricken mother Stricken
for, alas! she was childless now.
Her grief had smoothed the shroud anc
prepared the grave for the infant last born
and she knew but little comfort otherwise
save in this stolen pleasure.
/ CONSERVATION fell upon the house of the
proud Judge. A scourge, such as none heal
whispered, save with trembling seized theil
beautiful Rose. No one could be found tc
take charge of their darling, save the agoni
zed mother, who, on her knees, PRAYED sc
wildly for the privilege, that they at last con.
sented
Many days and nights dragged on; wall.
ing notes struck the fond ear; death hover.
ed by, casting the shadow of his dark wing
on the sunny brow and gentle heart, but hel
own darling laid on her bosom, from whence
she had been taken-and every breath of the
poor mother was prayer of thanksgiving
Death came at last-but it was the old Judge
whom it called to his last account: and agar
came death, to summon the foster-mother o
Rose.
Now, indeed the bond seemed broken; but
| 1t was not SO. The promise, sacred as al
oath, that had been cxacted from the trem
bling mother, when she begged this grea,
boon, she held sacred still Her child reco
vered; and all the fortune of the Judge, il
was found, was left by will to his little Rose
LEFT in responsible hands until she should
arrive at suitable age to reclaim it.
Little knew the lovely child-the grace
ful girl, the beautiful, though proud and i'm
the person of that pale, bow ed down servant
t. whom she. the wlful, petted creature,
clung with love for which she could never
account, dwelt her own mother-the mother
who had given her birth
81 cannot imagine what is the matter with
nurse" said Rose to her lover, thoughtfully,
one day. 1t was the eve of her wedding
day; more beautiful than cver-perfectlv
queen-lke in her regal lovelness. she was
to give heart and hand to one who had long
loved her-a ''man of perfect PATTERN
the soul of honor.
II found her crying over a little pair of
stubbed shoes, and one of the most comical
little irocks, a sort of antedilnvian rel"
And then oh. nJiIuWs Inc around SO closely
and watches me SO curiously-poor SOUL
she feels bad because | am to leave her,
suppose; and really could hardly be more
attached to my own mother"
Happening to 20 down stairs, as her foot
was on the threshold of the parlor door, she
was arrested by smothered sobbing. Her
nurse was standing before the portrait of
Rose, as she was when little child of five
years.
sob. it's hard, it's hard" wringing her
hands with all the abandon of grief-.and
me her own mother. And yet | wouldn't
spoil her pleasure, poor child.--l'd die first
and | wouldn't bear the pain of my own
refusing me. O.! why didn't die, and be
put in the coffin with you, Dennis! why, my
father, didn't ! die when did the cruel act.
But hush, hush. didn't save her precious
life! Havn't seen her day by day all the
years after. Isn't it blessed Just to be u
servant to a creature so beautiful! Such a
proud, glad, happy creature, with all her
wealth, is my own darling, may the holy an
GELS"
Turning, she uttered wild shrek, for
looking almost ghastly in her sudden anguish
Rose Rngold stood, as if transtixed to mar
BILE. But with strong effort, the noble girl
checked her pride.
'.Don't be frightened, nurse, sit down dear
nurse" she said calmly, so calmly that her
white lips hardly moved; 81 had dream
just now, that was not perhaps all dream"
She shook her curls from her pale face, pres
sed her hands together, and continued
IL have not had such thoughts for years;
but seemed little, happy child on the
deck of vessel. 1t comes to me now, all
comes back to my heart. The bright, hand
some woman that called mother; the dear
old people who loved me SO; the crowds of
uncouth, but honest men and women; the
last time | was pressed to her heart my
cries after mamma: my grief for her, lasting
days, weeks and even years; my adaptation
to house of splendor, and consequent for
getfulness of child's deep sorrow. And
now look at YOU" she continued with a
sweet smile, taking the trembling hand in
hers, IL remember more. for to my inmost
heart comes the memory of my mothers
face, changed, yet oh! the same. Her eyes
were blue and bright; yours are blue and
faded. Her cheekwa richly colored; yours
is pale and sunken. But oh! | feel you are
the same; you are my mother; | am your
child; why did you not tell me so belore!"
And winding her arms about that neck, as
the weary head laid on her bosom, she whis-
pcred, s.did you think should be ashamed of
you!-ashamed of her who bore me! Mo-
ther, you did me injustice; were | twice the
naughty one | have been, could not be so
lost to humanity. From this moment you
are my loved d and honored parent. q! tell
me why you have not always been 50! l
thought some great tie bound u.s."
And she was told all-in few and broken
words, for the mothers heart, strong as it
was, could hardly bear this excess OF JOY.
When she narrated how like a guardian
oureI she had lowered about her, bearing her