The Santa Fe weekly gazette. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.T. [i.e. N.M.]) 1851-1854, 1854-06-03

desR; tue supporters Of the pulpit lifted
to its floor long slender lines Of lesst
mine; while from the raiters Of the roo
hung rich iestoons Of daifodil--makina
altogether a completely new interior; the
high backed chair Of the clerk beneath
was SO richly adorned with roses, that
one kneeling before it might without
any great effort ofimagination, have been
mistaken for q votary of Flora.
For sometime our young pair amused
themselves tripping from spot to spot,
their sweet childish voices making the
echoes Of the humble building. AT
length tired Of the days cxertion little
Amy threw herself into the hinge arm
chair behind the desk. She was a To-
vely child, with large soft eyeS's and fair
hair, which fell into light waves, rather
than curls, nearly to her waist AL.
though tile cxpccial pct of the whole set
tlemcnt she was not spoiled, owing to
the remarkable sweetness Of her disposi.
tion, which caused her to receive iadul-
.gcnce as the flower drinks dew only 10
become more light and fragrant from the
rich overflow Of nlitriment.
Her noble companion, Frank Bartlett,
was laughing boy, who was two years
her senior, a plumb urchin, his lifc one
long holyday Of fun and frolic. There
was not . day in the village that did not
wag its ears knowingly rs little Frahl,
Bartlett drew near.
From under a rude orched porch out.
side, the clear laugh and singing sliout
of a troop of happy children. Who still
loitered near, might be heard. One was
romping in body frock and pinafore a.
mong the trees, now tlusting his arm in
the leaves TO grasp tie barred shoulder Of
q little sister, then creeping away under
the green shadows, as q hare will hidvit.
self, and raising his singing voice to
challenge pursuit, clapping his hands and
laughing scamperiug off finally on his
chubby little feet, to plunge headlong in
the fragrant grass with a happy Joyous
ness truly refreshing At the farthest
extremity ofthis rustic shed, tbrcc or four
were playing with noise enough Tor
Christmas holydays; two atfootball, while
the rest were testifyiug their feelings by
shorting around them with the EXTREMIST
merriment. All, childhood beautiful
spring time of the heart, when deception
and suspicion are alike unknown, while
yet the flowers oftustiulness bloom side
by side with budding hopes and fancy
ere the germs Of envt ard selfshness
have come. to shadow this bright little
Edon of life's imaginings-how lonely
thou art in thy freshness and purity
Little dreamed the guilcless young
gambolers at this moment that savage
eye was peering upon them from behind
the caves of.he Westinghouse. An enc
my was lurking near who ere the village
clock should point to the hour ofnightly
rcpose succeeding that dog of glee was
destined to shed a gloom over the late
happy region.
The pretty May queen tired at length
of her seat IN the tall chair, sprung down
with bound and a run and was soon
out upon the green amidst the merry
group we have described. Frank Bar
tlett had fallen asleep in one of the high
pews, with large psalm book for a pill
low, and consequently took no heed of
her departure. How beautiful that boy.
ish dleamer looked as he lay in the calm
sleep of his time Of lite 1.-THE round, fair
outline--the fresh bloom Of the features
the dark hair falling aside from his fore
head, leaving its surface visible, and fair.
Meantime, the shades ofeycning drew
on, and pennon Of the hour began to be
star the heavens. AAgnal from the pa
rents now brought the truant children to
their homesrall but the reposing boy.
1t was the moment looked for by the
lurking foo. Stealthily emerging from
his retreat an athletic Indian appeared.
lie gazed around a moment to convince
himself that his way was clear, and then
advanced softly to the door Of the meet
ing house. From his place Of secretion
he had caught glimpse through the
window fthe sleeper, thus opporlnnely
for his purpose left alone in the building,
and he felt that bis moment Of revenge
had come. An instant ho stood at the
threshhold- then advanced with mea.
sured tread along the aislcs, SO light
were his footsteps that the scattered gar.
lands and stray flowers of the late page.
ant rebounded unharmed beneath his
maccason tread. The space which di.
vided him firm the slumbercr was soon
past. and he stood before the ehilds smil-