Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1854-01-07
Mistfllane0us.
THE TIRE AS UR e =.

A young girl and an old man were
seated in little attic, the furniture Of
which more than modest, but carefully
preserved, revealed the efforts Of power.
ty which bad not lost its selfrespect. Or.
der, taste and neatness gave to the poor
chamber sort of elegance. Every ar.i.
Gle was in its place, the bricks Of the
hearth had been carefully washed, the
tapestry was unspotted, and the window
adorned with little curtains Of coarse mus.
lin, on which numerous darns had formed
aspecies Of embroidery. Some pots Of
common flowers ornamented the sill of
the half opened window, and perfumed
the room with their sweet odors.
l, was nearly sunset; a purple ray H.
lumined the humble dwelling. lighting
up the charming countenance Of the
young girl, and playing among the white
locks Of the old man. The latter was
half reclining in an arm chair Of rushes,
which an industrious solicitude had
adorned with cushions stuffed with tow,
and covered with cloth. I'm old taboure.
sustained his mutilated feet, and his only
remaining arm was resting on q little
stand on which lay pipe and q tobacco
pouch embroidered with colored beads.
The old soldier had one Of those bold
and furrowed faces, in which frankness
tempers rudeness. A gray moustache
veiled the half.smile which dwelt upon
his lips while his glance resed az il in
abstraction on the young girl.
The latter might have been twenty
years Of age; she was brunette with win.
ning and changeable features, or which
emotions were expressed by sudden and
rapid transitions. Her clear countenance
resembled those pure waters which re-
veal al that lies in their inmost depths.
She was holding in her hands newspa'
per, and reading to the old invalid sud
denly, she paused and listened.
what ID the matter 2 said the old
man.
Nothing replied the young girl, whose
countenance expressed disappointment.
you thought you heard Charles!' re-
sumed the soldier.
1T is time,' said the reader, blushins
slightly; his days work must be ended
and itis the hour for his re.urn.'
when he does return finished Vincent
ip . tone Of vexation.
Susanna was about 10 defend her cous
: in, but hsr judgment doubtless proteste,
against this intention, for she stopped
embarrsssed, then fell into a reverie.
The invalid passed his remaining ham
over his moussache, and began 10 twist
impasiently; this was his habitual gestur
in bis 6h Of dissatisfaction.
Cur recruit plays hard march, sal,
he, at lest she returns home sulky, h
nsglects his labor to frequent taverns an,
fstes--all this will end badly for him an
for ua'
DO not say 50, uncle replied III
young girl. my cousin has lost hi
courage for labor, because, he says h
has nothing 10 expect. He thinks lie ca
neyerlay up anything, and that the mos
he can DO i % live from day to day will
out anticipation and without hops.'
'Ah, h that his plan.i' returned the ol
man; well, het has not the honor Of il
venting i. We had once regiment ,
rcasoEers rho excused themselves fro,
starting. on theplea that the route was t
long, and who were lingering about Il
barracks, while their comrades wera 4
sering Madrid, Berlin and Vienna. Yo,
cousin does not ssem to know that by 81
Ting ons foot before the other. The ,sma]
\ 80 fat nan traval "a Rn,na T7 4