Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1854-04-22
Original 5torp.
Written fer tho Anttslayery Bugle.
zARILLA, A SIMPLE STORY.

though humble cottage Of Jonas MILAN and hi
good WIFE Susan.
lhis glen is pretty spot, and somewhat re
mantle in appearance, with its crystal brool
Frattng along through it, for all Tie world lik
some careless and happy child but without an
reculiarity Of features to distinguish 1t from
thousand other glens and yacs in a country 81
bountcous'y gifted by nature as tho Badger State
Tothc careless observer, searching only for sceno
OF oat,cayd beauty the stream would be no clearer
the grass grcencr tho cottage no more attractive
than many anothcr but for certain class o
fanatics" # possesses peculiar charms ms beip,
enc of the depots on the Underground Railro,d
The simple.heartcd dwollcrs in this quiet nook
shut out from the world "and the rost of mankind,
know little and care less for the hoariless conycn
tionalitcs Of society; vet their manners and
language though somewhat primitive and uncouth.
ARE too expressive of real heartfelt bcneyolcnce to
bo considered coarse or rude, ly the most fas-
tdious.
No gay carriage from town ever rolls along the
wild woodland path leading to their abode; but
not uniroquently in the dusk of evening or in the
depth OF night dark-browed stranger knocks
tmidly at the door, to implorc food and rest in the
name OF Him who has promised that deeds of
h'''. 9hail not 90 unrcWurded.
One afternoon, when autumn had arraved the
venerable forests that surround their home in
livery OF gold and crimson, Jonas had busines.
which took him to town.
allow to be back to supper about sundown q"
said he to his wife, as he drove away.
Accordingly as the last sun-Lcams faded from,
the hill tops the little antique table was drawn out
ana spread with tempting viands but the DAYLIGHT
ia1cd out, and the moon came up in the east but
Jonas did not come. The boys. tired and bur.rv
INV came in from their days work on the farm
and reluctantly Susan sat down with them at the
ttbieysayng as she did so, that Father was gone
heap l'ngor than ho allowed to be-"
" He'll be back pretty soon, | reckon" said
Robert; Its pretty smart of piece up to town
you know, aud daddy didn't start very airly."
The meal concluded, the hoys retired into the
lott aud were soon in a sound sleep; but the
mother having cleared away the dishes, sat down
IN 'he door with her knitting to await her husbands
return.
Il was something quite unusual for Jonas MEL
Ian to linser as he did this evening lie never had
any spare change or spare time to waste in bar.
rooms lie never stopped to talk politics with the
brawling set usually found about such places In
decd, to use his own expression, lie didn't blicyc
in politics. lie never could Sec for his part, that
they did anybody any good. lie didn't keey about
em, nohow." Then what could keen him? That
was the question that disturbed tho serenity of
Susan Millan's mind, and compelled hcr TO Law
aside her knittng"shc dropped the stitches so. VI
Higher and higher sailed the moon above the
dark tree tops, the old clock struck ten, and Susan
was ON the point of awakening the boys for fear
the "Aa5ens or painters had got her old man.
when the rattng Of wheels along the stony road
or rather path leading down the hill side, quieted
her growing apprchcnsions. Susan ran out to
let down the bars" and as her husband drove
through, she observed stranger seated beside
him. wearing black beaver hat and surtoutl
buttoned up to the chin.
F." Did you git skeery, Susan, inquired he
81 reckon | did somc,' was the answer, "whatI
could keep ye so %
"Wall," replied Jonas in low voice. as if afraid
of being heard, at the same time stopping his
horse and jumping out Of the wagon. "Wai, the
fact is, staid to bring Il friend who diRaf ,rish 10
come by daylight! Its gal, though, for all the
clothes"
The good wife needed no farther explanation.
suen visitors were neither unfrequent nor unwel-
come at her house. She received her guest with
far more eordality than if she had been an empress
travelling in state. But she was no empress. No.
poor Iarilla or that was the name Of the stranger)
though beautiful in person. intelligent in mind and
graceful in manners beyond most of her sex. VET
according to the laws Of our Glorious Repubc. ."
could not be even recognized as woman. She
was lying from oppression which every human
being must hate and abhor; and was now appor
emily safe from her pursuers and among friends.
fet her countenanco was sorrowful, and her eyo
did not radatc with the hope Of an almost realized
freedom.
Her story which she rotated to her kind hostess
during her stay with the Millans, which may serve
to explain the cause Of her grief, ran as follows;
The first years Of my life were spent on n
plantation in the southern part Of Missouri Nv
mother as have been told, died when was still
an infant, bat was too young to feel her loss and
my father, by the love and tender care he layshed
upon me- rendered my life one eloudless summer
day.
I'VE lived some distance from neishbors, in nj
old and somewhat dlapidated house. shaded by tall
venerable-ooking trees, and few flowers and or
namental shrubs, which cultivated with the aid o
my father and nurse
(" But though almost isolated from the world
felt not the want Of other society than that to b.
found at my own house, las | called it,) where
dwelt IN ancied security and peaceful contentment
careless Of the awful fact that !, though the oh
ject of my fathers solictudc and affection, mn,
though reyered by my fathers slaves. as being o
superior ordor' was yet myself but slave tha
my mother, though beautiful and beloved, was n
wife, but slave before me; and that my father
with all his kindness and care was alas no G1tkey
but only master! Thus happy in tho present
and regardless Of the future, my life passed Of
until the expiration of my fifteenth year.
About this time, yourg man bearing thc
name OF Henry Lee, distant relative Of my father
came TO pay him visit.