Daily national era. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1854, 1854-03-09

sootbed her by silent caresses Whsn husuS.e
and her mother left the room, ! made inquiry
as tenderly as possible
more0 81,
aoh dear the girls and boys all laugh at
,,a 40 !. y and a fresh burst Of tears came
q Poor little thing is that ALL 2 said !, stro-
king her temples
She looked up imploringly, al if to say !" ls
il not enough?b and ! could not withhold my
sympathy, when | remembered what ridicuie
ia TO d heart utterly nntutored In the ways Of
! the world. j.
/ said little, but comforted her by leading
| bar 70 sneak Of all the little trials OF the day
h detail. When the ladies returned, bidding
her 90 and play with the other children for .
time, turned to Mrs Marsden.
II find myself obliged to ask your ASSIST
ance my dear madam, in matter wmch
seems Of great importance to my little sisters
happiness. find her very much grieyed az the
laughter Of her associates, which has Deen
chiefly, as suppose, aimed at ner ungra sau.
style Of dress Aunt Tryphena's ideas OF dress
are. at least. half century behind the fashion!
| IL we can make some slight changes IN that
respect, think there will be little lett 70 ara"
ridicule upon her."
LYLE aRae eli ac5S06l aJRRfdAi e Rq sShSSsSd
have done so but they are always such
thoughtless things Mamma please leave It
to me-Ill see that her hair is prettily cnrled,
4 and I'll lend her one Of Pets frocks to put on
i in the morning
Late that evening Us passed an open door
way, saw Mary Hyde sitting by q dim light,
sewing upon child's frock. A book was
dropped upon the table before her, and be-
tween it and her work her eyes vibrated rap
idly, while fingers and lips kept time briskly.
Trying to do two things at once, Miss
HydeaD I inquired. "ls that your philoso-
phy?n
She started and appeared confused but in
moment, dropping her eyes, she replied, tim
idly
Necessity is the parent Of philosophy, ] have
been told"
"A clever girl--pity she is 50 plain faced, !"
thought ].
| That dress | saw, the next day, upon my
| little sister, whose released ringlets gave back
the image Of other years to my heart Eulalie
| still found much to contend with in the world
of school it was q cold world to q sensitive
| spirit like hers, that had never mingled with
crowd; and, had it not been for one kind
watcher-but anticipate.
| A month had | fingered in the vicinity Of
Embury. had visited D, and, unrecog-
Missed by my poor mother, had again left her to
the care Of those who best minister to minds
diseased had completed my business trans
actions satisfactorily; yet though Duty called
on me loudly from beyond the Western Lakes,
closed my ears to her cry.
My first despairing decision had been sha-
ken; but suspense had become far moro tor
turing than despair had been. Did spark of
the feeling that fred my own being glow in
i al - q oko hao, IN I
not, with all my penetration, feel assured.
One evening | strolled into the garden, to
battle my hot forehead in the cooling dew.
Augusta had been unusually bewitching that
afternoon; | had spoken warm words, that must
have had meaning to her ear but strange
shadow of caprice had oyerswept her, and she
had glided away from me like @ butterfly.
Stretched upon the wicker seat Of the heavily
shaded summer house, Fate ordered that |
should be, per force, a listener to the following
fragment Of conversation
Mary This is wrong, Cousin Augusta
You know we'll enough that he loves you and
you ought to be frank with him!
augusta Nonsense!
And an inaudibIe murmur of something else
followed.
tell you and IL you have the heart of true
him know whether you love him
Augustd Humph like him well enough;
but there! Pm not going to let him know it
If he likes me, as you say he may find it out
as he can! "Him thou lowest never tell thou
lovestn
The sounds died away in the distance.
Not with the ears of my reason but of the
passion that had enthralled me, did listen to
this dialogue 1t left but one idea in my throb-
bing heart. "She loves me! | can and viii
win her ~ Do not blame me too much. What
should have learned Of woman's wiles in my
hermit life?
The point of correspondence gained, went
back westward. Resolutely did ply my pen,
in siege Of that caprice-walled heart Her
letters were less capricious than her eyes, how
ever for they always breathed tender tone
But, with all the coyness Of her childhood, she
refused to commit herself pleading thou
sand pretty excuses--"She was too young to
be married; ~ "she could not 20 SO far away
from home;p her "mother would never hear
Of her going Westo-an still she wrote, and
still trusted, without doubt Of ultimate sue
cess
The two years Of my probation had passed.
Unexpectedly an opportunity of selling my
Western property presented itself The little
home which had long labored to beautify
was given up without hesitation, since she could
not come to share it. To settle my affairs |
was obliged to remain several months longer;
and then, for home and happiness in the
land where first drew breath | wrote to
Augusta explaining this delay.
So absorbed was in these business arrange.
ments for time, that had scarcely leisure to
notice the change that gradually came over
her letters ] was at last aroused to sense
Of it, by missing them altogether. ! wrote
earnestly no answer came
Was che ILL., The thought was madness! |
seized my pen, and dashed OF hurried note
to Mary Hyde. But failing to receive an an
swer to that within the narrow limits Of
time my impatience prescribed, wound up the
tangled threads Of business ut any cost and
fastened eastward