The Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1852-1853, 1853-11-23
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KATE HAMILTON,
Or. the Flirt's Reward.

"Oh Katep' said merry voice, "Papa
has iustreceivea letter flom cousin Charles,
announcing the pleasing fact that he will be
here in a week, to spend all the bright sum-
mer with us. Don't you rejoice with us?
for he used TO be lavorlte with you as well
as myself in your childhood days. Years
have elapsed Since then, and. perhaps, he is
as much changed in heart as he must be IN
person. | don't anticipate that, however,
but think of him as the cousin Charles OF
other days. And he will be such pleas
ant ADDITION to our little home circle.
The lady addressed raised her head, and
looked smiIingly at the lovely speaker, and
when she had finished, remarked gaiy:
"Now, that you have ended your tissue of
golden memories, will tell you that lam
glad that-he is coming. 1t will alleviate, in
Some degree, thus duh monotony; forthere is
some danger OF these old woods, with their
ceaseless wailng, giving one the horrors be-
fore the end of this long wearisome sum-
mer." ng aa. 1"a
"Oh Kate! do not call it wailing-itis is not
ft term to apply to these majestic old
trees. | call it the gentle signing of the
breeze as it kisses the rowing branches of
:he proud forest monarch. | love to wan.
der in these old woods. can indulge in
such pleasant reveries uninterrupted--can
recall SO xividly thehappy days OF our child
hood, when we used to wander so fearless
thro' its intricate paths. You loved it then
as we'll as myself-how is it that you do not
love it ,ao,os" she continued sadly. "Oug
beloved parents are here with us--it is our
home, our childhood's home, SO fraught
with pleasant memories. We are surroun-
ded by everything that can constitute hap
piness. How can you weary of it! Ineuey
Gould. z e.. .'..' ht." ..'''
II love my parents as well as you do,
Amy, but must confess; my little country
sister, that ball room, theatre and other
city scenes are more in accor lance with my
taste, than roaming like a love-sick damsel
among these old woods. Did | indulge in
day.dreams as you do, l believe would
die of ennai. II seems 10 me there must be
some ancient convent buried somewhere in
tsdepths; and what you call the gentle
signing of the breeze must be the nuns
chanting their vesper hymn, And as |
take no pleasure in captivity, or its conse-
quences, avoid it as-much as possible, while
you, with your gentler nature, love such
scenes, in the romantic hope of affording re
lief.sy So / am afraid" she said. tapping her
sisters cheek lightly "that we are compell-
cd to tread different paths, | am msorry 0 ur
tastes ere not more congenial; but as nature
has endowed us with different attributes,
We must cen submit to our fate. But when
did yoa, say that Charles Cleveland would
be here? He gave promise Of much beauty
and intellect in boyhood. II nature has full
filed that promise, be must be very hand
somle,P she said, thiopvSghtfully; as i speak
ing more to herself than to her sister. 4. II
Amy looked at her earnestly for few
minutes, and then, she stole her arm quietly
round her neck, as il, 10 rouse. her from the
thoughts that she read top we'll, let me
paintthsm as they stood thus on that bright
summer evening. eresorrow had come, with
crushing weight, 10 dim the glorious beauty
Of one, and the soft ETHEREAL loveliness, q