Iowa capitol reporter. [volume] (Iowa City, Iowa) 1841-1855, 1853-03-23
For the Iowa Capital Reporter.
The reconciliation.

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Susan Percival was one of nv earliest play.
mates. and the only one of my girl acqpautan.
ces for whom during the harpie,t days of my
life. | contracted a more than ordinary liking,
vi h whom, to cut the matter short, | fell i'll
love: And far beyond the stormy years of la
ter life, that love is radiant still with childish
innocence and the spell of ch, dish dream, un
br"ken save by one sad incident.
| had not seen her for many a weary month
aye. for six long years Of toll AMI adventure
ard whrn at last | found myself fairly return
ing +" the familiar ceres Of hoyhood, it was
not with the yearnng of a heart sick man or
with that longing love, which may be suppos-
ID. No--l cared not to see her--at least.
thought So; wa not going home for that pur-
pose, and s,roye how successfully the sequel
will show, TO bani>h all thoughts of her from
my mind. for we bad parted mplea~antly--
even rs Strangers Some trivial difference of
opinion had created Il nutaai co"luess, which
the thoughtlcss remarks and thought css pride
Of offn dcd niaDlhood had succeeded in chang.
ing to the bittere,t aversion. All me How
brief are the quarrel- of such bright days, and
yet how painful may "reminiscences make
them
long absence. the cares Of new and stir
ring life. the quenchIcss and often selfish am
hition of young man to excel in protest.
he loves together with an undue confidence
in his ability to act alone more successfully
than i'll concert with any beating heart - al
| these had shadowed, but could not erase. the
| memory of one who was of old very dear to
me. and with an unjust haste Surmsed how
malciously ehe had given up to ano her those
locks, and that soft hand aud pleasant heart
and with what an ueffable smile of disdaiL. she
would meet my gaze Thus | mused and sad
! " loo. COX il apife afny sscnriniaatjan 70 bea,
up bravely against what kew would be nc
| LIGHT afilicti"n-to meet yet greet her not.-iu
| spite ot nay duggcd e>olve to luuk a, col y
and mamfnlly Indifferent a. possible, could
not forget the de ghtiul mem"ries uf our friend
| ship-of our love- So | curl.d my beardlc--
lip, when imagined her ha ghly glance, and
dropped genuine tear, as remembered how
mi dIy thn-e blue eyes once >hone upon me.
The coach rolled on; here came AN old elm,
hobhling by in the gathering twilight. like
some friend who once dandLrd us upon hi
knee, but ha- grown strangely old and drcrepi,,
| since We left his side and caresses This was
but three miles from town. yet it used to seem
a hundred. and IN our rho iday ~troll>, Susy and
! had never venturcd 80 far from home.
say never-ycs, once had Ii was when
first conceived What struck me now as the
whimsical idea Of Locc, W hen soft words, and
| touching becaue Ingenious >ighs and sweet
music stca ing over our Dreams made us flny
eyed 10 oeveryuutward danger, and We wandered
on until the dark !rnwning elm sighed - gloom
lily and Ioud. that We thought il spoke and
wavrd,us back.
Then came the valley in whose retired nook
and leafy closets we had woven many a Future
in the alter portion of our Love-llfe. aud ID,
whisper Of tie brook fet on my ear bur .encd
with memories of genial freshness. and ] wa,
,ad with the struggle within. Pride. and wha
could not die,a name'ess yearning for Il gliu pse
of Susan Percival had my hearts field between
| them.
| Here started up beside me some ragged wall
| where wchaA cu.Ied slraw berries aud May flow.
erS, and / thought 1T he same wild ivy whose
leaves were pictured on The gray Heaven, from
which we had often crcpt III rror.
| At length We entered thetnVa, and saw
the church beneath whose sacred pc, sas we
hal parted in anger and sorrow and III stream
of pride rushed back upon my kpd affec
| ti"ns. The coachman gai.y >ang4he 'amo us
old song of "R"sn the bow and bs,ced my
self upto The coming event with acorufu Up
and >ni'e of tremendous import. and cast Her
| from my thoughts.
| We stopped at the house Of an only and el
der sister with whom WAS TO pass a few weeks
| alighted from the coach, and passing huri
edly up the steps some ladies' left the door;ever
ngcal ers thought and'faucied that The glance
OF Susan Perctval beamed from among Tho
| group.-but, oh. how changed-how tall and
graceful and dgnihed. but with he SAINT
! sweet face as ever
| With hasty salu,alion of the ones ! recog
! ty slight Of Her loved the most aud Luew
the best. met my Kate upon the door~iont
and rushed with her TO the par or ! repeuted
of my cruel scorn at first. but f-w minute,
renewed my strpling pride. and thought %
"Susy Percy" as We used TO ca her. with {
very manly and very gloomy non n-ehalance.
Little did imagine that This very saIi-fac
tory selfshne,s was to rob my visit at home n
all its anticipated joys, and my friends would
wonder what sorrow OF the sea had sent ne
wearied home. with dropping brow and aching
! heart.
! Congrau' atoms were soon over and in a day
or TWO, had fallen INTO the easy life of "A wei
come visitor. Increasing evidences Of prosper.
| ity met my observation. III the enlarged man
/ eian, and tasteful garden and library Of my
brn'her-in law, An air Of ancient comfurI
pervaded what whcI lett, WAS riIe with the
smell "fncwty turred tur aud Eew wly-spreaj
pant; and there We're one or two little stran'