The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1854-08-16
W00DSFIELD MONROE COUNTY, OHIO AUGUST 16 1854
Listen to me, Stowell,' he said, for
am going to talk

Listen to me, Stowell,' he said, for
am going to talk
The young man smiled.
'It's no use, although it is humbug,
feelings are feelings, and relations are re-
la,ions, although they are deuced poor and
proud said Mr.. Fudge.
But not the less deserving of your re.
gard for being poor suggested Stowell.
Poverty-humbug! don't mind that a
straw. Pride-hate it as hate old Grudge,
the lawyer. Would help them, if they
would let me, that is, my brothers. family;
sent them presents once, and back they
came like dishonored draft. My sister
very imprudent-poor girl-forgiven her
long ago. | must see her before die
will find her out if she is in the country
is it in search of her you wish me to
assist you?'
The merchant had walked to the win.
dow, and stood with his back to the young
man. Thoughts of that once dear but
cruelty neglected sister, now that he had
seriously reflected upon his conduct to-
wards her, completely unnamed him, and
| il was some moments before he could re-
| ply. s
mo, my dear fellow, that task must
with more tenderness than Stowell had
ever seen him express. But my brother,
he has amily-don' t like his wife-proud
as Lucifer-wouldn't t let me send presents
to the children. He-good enough, but
ruled by her-our separation all her fault
Mr.. Fudge had now relapsed into his
old favorite, abrupt manner. and had com.
pletely regained his selfpossession.
1t is to them would send you. Few
miles back in the country-can easily take
passage in the cars. Freight-my' good
will; the supercargo. you-dispose of it
acsording TO your best Judgment; bring
some Of them back with you.'
Il understand, sir; you would have me
seek your brother, acquaint him Of your
desire to see the family together again. and
by all means to conciliate his wife in or
der to gain her consent to allow at least
one of the children to visit the city,
'Wife-humbug! don't care fig about
her; but the children-should like to see
them.'
But you said. sir, that this lady posses.
sed much influence over her husband
Completely hen-pecks him.
tThen We should by all means gain her
to our wishes, or we would surely fail OF
accomplishing your DESIRES
Right, Stowell-right! I'm an old bung-
ler-take your own way; never could
agree with women-never could under.
stand lnem.'
when do you wish me to start, sir?'
Earliest convenience
Tomorrow, if you wish it,
TOO soon--not time enough to take in
stores--hurry will spoil all. Say next
| week.
Next week then it is, SIR
We'll talk of your prospects another
time. Stowell. About remaining with me.
(Mr. Fudge rubbed his hands and gave
one Of his peculiar short laughs } well see,
we'll see.'
Il am in safe hands, sir, when am with
you; have but little thought for the fu-
ture.'
'Humbug! but you are not far from the
right
A pause.
'Stowell. how long have you been sepa-
rated from your parents?'
For nearly six years. replied the young
man with sigh.
Six years-a long time, but not twenty
Have you sisters?'
'One, sir, only one-,here are but two
1 of u.s.
six years since you parted. Six years
what are they to twenty? Stowell. more
than twenty years have passed since saw
mine. But they write-your family-dc
they not?'
Nearly every week hear from them
had letter to-day
And have none--that is, no private
letters-mine all on one theme; business
business-am almost sick of the word
/ Both were now silent with their refec
tions. The mind of the merchant sough
again the scenes of childhood. The mar
Of the world was again boy-at the ole
homestead he played with his brother and
sister-they were all children and happy
His father smiled upon them and his mo
ther kissed them with all the warmth ofspa
rental affection. Memory had filed uE
the gap Of more than forty years. and the
wall which shut out the world was agair
perfect.
j The memory Of the young man had nc
gap to fill. His relation with home had
never been broken. And though frequent
ly sad in his bodily absence from parenta
love and sisterly affection, he felt thu
blessing of each resting upon him and eve
present.
d CHAPTER Ill.
], Mother, tomorrow is my birthday
= Yes, Amelia
i shall be seventeen
/ Il know it, child
Child! Why, mother, am now q wo
man! Why do you always call me child2
Il would always have you remain such
my dear--and thus you will wish in afte
years. Children are exempt from sorrows
and care rarely contracts their brows.'
: .What makes you so sad oflate, mother?
Sad, Amelia-what put such foolis