The Santa Fe weekly gazette. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.T. [i.e. N.M.]) 1851-1854, 1854-06-10

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II was one Of the I0yehest eyeningsln
the loveliest month of a New England
autumn. One of those delicious pet
days as they are fondly called, which,
perhaps, from the uncertainty oftheir con
tinuance, sometimes elevate the spirits
more than tho "long sunny lapse of a
summer dayslight." Birds had been cla-
norous in melody, rose flowers had con.
fdiugly expanded their delicate petals to
the genial glow that was abroad, and
lhere seemed to be more light in the
world than We arc accustomed to enjoy.
Yet that day had passed away--the war.
mer beams were gone, but their delight.
full influence still was felt in the soft bal
my temperature that remained. The
birds had all vanished; yet even of them
one would have said some soft charm
still fingered in the dreamy hum which
though gradually becoming fainter, was
atill about; and if some delicate flowers
had closed their bosoms from tho breath
ofcyening, others there we're which gave
out their fragrance.
On this delightful evening We intro.
duco our readers to the cottage OF pastor
Wilson adjoining the village church, II
was remote from the settlement, shut out
from its hustle and occupation this
suiting the character and taste Of its oc.
cupants. From its little porch where
they were sitting, the pious couple feast
ed their eyes with the refreshing green Of
tie woods whose boughs bent gracefully
down to kiss the beautiful verlure that
grew beneath, while the whole was ba-
thed in rich, warm food of purple
light. The sunset hung lingering over
the village as if to contrast its own cha
mellon like and gorgeous beauty with
flic aSed and placid scenery below.
Many Of the settlers might eseen seated
at the vine clad doors Of their simple
dwellings, watching its fading splendor
as it sunk behind tho tall trees which al
most hid from view theirministers dwell
ing at the distance we have described.
After calmly enjoying the beauty of the
evening, the freshness of the air, and not
least perhaps their own peaceful thoughts
for some time they simultaneously a.
rose, and withdrew into the cottage, for
sunset was their appointed season for
evening devotion. The old man seated
himself in his arm chair, but his wife
fingered near the open lattice until the
gloom Of twilight was gathering over the
sky and continued to gaze down the path
leading to the village with intentness and
esgerness. At last, as though weary Of
her employment, she turned away witha
smothered sigh, saying, Husband, what
can detain Amy ?"
81 know not" was the disturbed reply
of the venerable man "There is no
fear that bodily harm can have come to
her, for it is now long time since we
had incursions from the Indians. But |
fear for her souls happiness" "Has it
not accured to you, wife" ho continued,
that Amy's relaxed interest in the duties
Of religion, together with her repeated
abseGccs from home, originate in some
cause not purely accidental. For myself
my suspicious have been attracted towar-
DIS the young stranger who in the last
few weeks has appeared amongus. She
has already informed us Of their having
had moro than one interview atthe dwell.
lings of some of my peoplein the village.
We must see to it that they meet no more.
He must have no further opportunity of
awakening an interest in the unsuspect
ing bosom of our child"
There was a tone of deep dependency
in the voice which spoke these words--for
recently the change in their daughter had
become marked. Unusual absences from
her home--a sadness foreign toher natu-
rap cheerfulness Of manner-a sudden
.9ud frequent outbreaking of tenderness
towards her mother and himself-all
these circumstances could do no more
than excite uneasiness and anxiety in the
minds Of her parents.
A low murmming Of voices was pre-.
sently heard atthe little wicker gate out.
side, and Immediately after the door was
softly unlatched, and Amy Wilson gid.
cd into the room.
The anxious glances Of her parents at
once discovered by the light Of the fire
which blazcd brightly upon the hearth
stone that the young girls eyes were
dimmed with slightoxpresslon ofsorrow.
and that her lonely cheek was a shade
paler than It's want. She moved onieklv