The Rutland County herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1852-1855, 1853-03-26
The Lost and the Living
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But ilrcting twelve month had pass
ed since the heart uhat for years had
beat against his own was forever still.
cd, when Walter Lee brought again
fair young creature TO share his widowed
home No father nor mother, brother
nor sister claimed my part Of the or.
phan heart he coveted and won. No
expense or pains Ind he spared TO dec.
oratc the mansion for her reception
Old familiar Objects, fanght with ten.
dcrcst associations. had been removed
to make way for The upholsicrs choicest
iancies. There were no pictures left up.
on the WALL with sweet sad and mourn
fnl eyes to follow him with silent re-
proach. Everything was fresh and de.
lightiul rs the new boru JOY that filled
his heart
My dear Edith" said he fondly
pushing back the hair from her fore
head; "lhere should be no shadow in
your pathway, but have tried in vain
to induce Nelly to give you the wei
come you deserve; however she shall
not annoy you. shall compel her To-
stay in the nursery till She yields to
my wishes"
"Oh moi don't do that" said the
young step-moihcr anxiously, think
] understand her Let me 20 to her
dear Waller" and she tript lightly out
of the room and lefl him To himself
Walter Lee looked after her retreat
ing figure with lo,cr-llke fondncss.--
The room TO him seemed To grow sud
denly darker, when the door closed af.
ter her. Reaching ont his hand he nj
most unconsciously took up book that
lay near him. A slip Of paper hulicr-
I'd out from between the leaves, ike a
white winged messenger. The joyous
expression of his face faded into one of
deep sorrow. as he read it. The hand
writing was his child's mothers. Iiran
| thus:
"Oh To die, and I've forgotten. The
| warm heart cold-these active limbs
siill---thcsc lips dust. Suns TO rise and
set. flowers To bloom, the moon TO silver
leaf the trees around my dcarown home;
the merry laugh. the pleasant circle.
and ] moi here The weeds choking the
iresses ofsunny hair forgotten in its en-
vrlopc the sun Of happiness 50 soon
absorbing the dew drop Of sorrow -
The cypress changed for he orange
UredM ! Oh, no, no, don't 1ato forget !
close your eyes sometimes and bring be-
fore you the face lba, once made sun
shine in your home feel again the twin
ing clnsp of loving arms the lips that
told you mot in words.) how dear you
were. Oh. Walter. don't quite forget
From NeIlic's clear eyes, let her moth
er's soul speak To you. MANY LEE"
Warm tears fell upon the paper as
Waller Lee folded II back. lie gave
himself time TO rally, and then glided
gently up TO the nursery door. IL was
partially open. A little fairy creature,
OF some five summers, stood in the mid
die Of the floor. Her tiny face wa.
half hidden in sunny curls. Her little
pinalore was full Of toys. which she
grasped tightly in either hand
No. You are not my mamma" said
the child. ] want my o~ndend mann
ma, and ] am sorry papa brought you
here
Oh, don't say that said The young
step mother, don't call pe mamma. II
II gives yon pain. dear. am quite
willing that yo" shoold love your own
mamma better Than yon do me-"
Nelly lookednp with pleasant surprise.
q had dear mamma and pnpa
once" che coni'nued' and brother.
anh sisters. 30 many and 20 merry but
they are all dead Hnd sometimes my
hear Is very FAD have no one no"
to love me- bot your papa and ,op.'
Neihes eyes began TO mo''len aud
taxing ont one alter another Z" The h'ile
souvenirs Ahh io'A IRON Der pin"'ore'
she sH'' Ahd yon wont take aHny
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