True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1855-09-26
CHAPTER III.

CHAPTER III.
At last, the long winter with its snow
clouds and biting winds, passed away, and
on the little village fell once more the
warm golden light Of summer.
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"You see, Miss Warren, ! took your ad-
vice, and put the crimson stars upon white
ground; and very pretty it looks, too, |
think : and aunt Esther held up her new
quilt with a pleased air.
Miss Warren anguidly pushed aside her
book, and looked at the quilt.
4 am glad my suggestion pleased you,
for it was done merely at random, know
scarcely anything about such matters
But aunt Esther would not believe this.
4 must call your taste into requisition
again, Miss Warren. Now, what kind of
a border would you advise, leaves or dia-
mondsY
l was sitting upon the broad old stair
case, pceping through the balustrades into
the hall; and just as Alice and my aunt
were talking, | saw Hannah coming up
the porch-steps.
'No letters for Fanny she said, as !
flew to meet her ; but here is one for the
teacher
But few letters ever came for Alice War.
ren, and those few she always tore open
eagerly tremblingly, even as one in dread
of sad tiding. Yet this one she took calm.
ly, and, breaking the seal, began to read
US she stood there, with one hand care
lessly grasping the quilt. But while Alice
read, an expression Of themost bitter griet
stole over her face, and, with faint cry
she crumbled the letter in her hand, anc
rushed wildly from the hall. Aunt Esther
picked up her quilt, and laid it on the set
tee; she looked puzzled. ...
Really, Fanny, Miss Warren isa strange
sort of creature. Poor thing; she has {
great deal of sorrow, I think; and, it ma.
be, some new trouble has come upon her
| will see what is the matter.
But my aunt came back more perplexeC
than ever. .5.
Nothing ails Miss Warren; no friend
sick or dead no bad news Of any kind
only she was a little nervous
Aunt Esther wondered q little Will
over this matter, and then it dropped. /.
knocked at Alice's room an hour or SO Ia
ter, to call her to tea. She opened tn
door slowly Her eyes were swolled will
weeping, and in her hand she yet held tn
letter. III.
No, dear Fanny no. I am sick tonight
l could not eat mouthful; tell your aun
this and she turned away from me, an
shut the door. So, | went down stair
with fearful eyes, and heart full Of pit
for my young teacher, Some great grie
} hung over Alice Warren. What was it
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Miss Alice had just called up the las
spelling class the little ones had ju;
come down from the primer bench, an
: were tying on their sunbonnets. My book
, were gathered before mo upon the desl
and | sat by the window, idly looking
J the, long evening shadows which wei
stretching upon the grass. But | hear
I a step upon the path, and tall, gracefl
man passed the window. I saw his fac
: but Tor q moment, yet ! was struck VII
! its marvellous beauty, ] looked after Il
/ elegant stranger until I saw him cross th
T ford, and then the large trees hid him fro
. my eyes. a,5 ssss ..s f
/ sOh5 Fanny, come to Miss Warren
2 And, sprang from my seat in terror.
a the centre of the room, Miss Alice ST
q stood but the spelling-book had fallt
from her hand her face was deadly pale
i her eyes widely opened but she seem,
a not to see with thcm. / spoke to hei
/ she gave me no answer She gasped f
0 breath, and we school children thOughtsl
!, was dying. I held her head upon II
Q shoulder, and Jane rchbroughthe her co
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