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


by violent blow. had fallen PROSTATE TO the floor,
her hand still graeping thebroken geranium, whose
leaves were scattered around her.
.CIarinda = cried Mr.. Horton, s,ernly. unjust,
unnatural woman, what have you dune?'
She is a liar, brother. aud struck her. She
deserved it, wered Mrs. Dushane, pale with
anger.
She is not liar. and l know it, answered he,
in raised voice. There stands the liar y point
ing to the pow terrified and guilty looking Clara.
{. heard everything that passed between them.-
She broke the flower wantonIy. purposey, against
her sisters prayers she broke it, and then basely
denies it, Rise, my poor child,' continued he,
trying to lift Eie from the ground, you shall have
one frierd to protect you, if your mother casts
you from her.
| Efie was only stunned by the fall, and when
she found herself in the arms of Mr.. Horton, she
struggled to be released. s
'Oh! let me 60, cried she, almost frantically-
| 'she will hate worse than ever. Oh how |
wish was dead how wish was dead
There was something terrible in the express on
of the chids large dilated black eyes, in a wild
paroxysm of p,ssion she repeated this fearful ejac
|
| her the more closely.
'Clarinda,' said he soiemnly, you have that to
answer for which will weigh like iron upon your
soul at the great judgment day. What has this
poor neglected child done that you treat her worse
Than hireling, and lavish all your affections up
on that selfish and unprincpled grl!'
Clara said her mother, ieave the room in
stantly. This is no place for you. Why do you
not obey mel
Clara began to weep bitterly but her mother
took her by the hand and leading her TO the door
gave her in charge to a servant with whispered
injunction not intended for her brother's ear.
| Now lot that child CO. said she. If l to
be arragned for my conduct, don't want any lis
teners. Efie follow your sister, and mind that
there is no more quarreng.'
She shall not CO. cried Mr.. Horton. i fear that
there is no safety for her out of my arms. Clar-
india l cannot believe the cruel, unjust and unnatu-
raj mother see before me, is the sister whom
remember in the spring time of the hearts feeling
and in the gentleness of early womanhood.'
Brother, if you wish me to speak let that child
60. / will net be humbled before her or any hu-
man being.
Yes, let me co. said Effe, again struggling
L don't want 10 stay here
One question, first said Mr. Horton, tell me
truly, why you wish yourself dead!' -
Because every body hates me-
And W hat makes you think every body hates
you!'
because I am ugly cried the child in low.
bitter tone, looking darkly and suenly at her
mother.
/ will lovo you, Effie, if you good, well
as if you my child. But you not
give way TO such violent passions Be gentle if
you wish to be loved. Be gentle if you wish to be
beautiful
He put her down from his knee where he had
seated her, and motioned that she might depart.
She stood for monent as if irreso ute, then
threw her arms aroundbis neck kissed his cheeks,
his hands, and even the sleeves of his garment, in
a most passionate manner, and ran out Of the
oenl. .-e...--
sOh! Carinda,' cried he, greatly moved, what
heart you are throwing away from YOU
To me she has always been suilen and cold,
said Mrs. Dusbane; she has never shown any
affection, but the contrary the greatest dis
Ike
Because the fountain of her young affections
l has been frozen, and her young blood turned to
GALL replied be: brother. She has been brought
up with the wthering conviction that she is an OBJ
: ject of hatred and disgust TO those around her,
/ placed in glaring comparison with her beautiful!
sister, treated like menal, her dress neglected,
her manners uncultivated, and her sensbilities
crushed and trodden under foot. Talk about her
/ affections. You might as we'll take those very
! haal
fill you have bruised out all their fragrance and
then murmur that they gave you back no sweet
ness. But that child has affections, warm glow
ing affections, though you have never elected them
t land mind too though you have never cuitlva
ted it; but if God grant me the opportunity, will
L take possession of that unweeded wilderness o
her heart and mind, and turn it into bloom
h ing domestic garden, yet
Mrs. Dushane was thunderstruck. She saw in
prospective her darling Clara dsinherted, and she
knew not in what way to avert the impending ca
u lamity.
; Brother cried she, putting her handkerchiefte
g her eyes, you strangely altered You useo
to love me once, but now the stranger within my
8 gates would treat me with more kindness. Yot
don't know what provocations Ihave, or you woulc
y not accuse of such cruelty and injustice
You forget, Clarnda, that have been wit
/ neas myself of your injustice. do not make &C
d cusa,ons but appeal to self-esident truths-ane
did you not suffer Clara to depart, without onct
If ,ebuking her for her falsehood and guilt!'
:. Brother, believe you hate Clara
i have no love for her faults, and to speak the
II honest truth never like fauorates. From the
time of ancient Joseph's coat of many coors, which
excited the envy aud hatred of his brethren to ou
II days of modern refinement, favolitism has beer
+ tbe u;tfnl source of sin and sorrow and often times
q of blood aud death. Do not accuse me OF unklnd
ness, Clarinda, because | speak strongly ot the
!. evils you have caused. would arouse you to
sense of your danger, and place before you in al
g their length and breadth, the sacred duties YOU
e have too long neglected. ~,