The south-western. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1852-1870, 1855-10-31
For the South Western
Imprudence.
BT IRIS
fW Is arc S,lch StuF
AS dreams are made Of, and our little life
Is rounded with Sleep


ooh! such pain in my side,'' complained
Mrs. Eldon, and her husband glanced anxious
ly over his paper into her beautiful face
"Some imprudence, Clara he said draw
ing his arm fondly around her. 1t was chilly
noon in September; the sun was fast yelling his
glorious face, when little Carrie, robed for her
usual walk, stood smiling before her proud ma
ma. ''Look at our child, isn't she beautiful,
George?" cried the delighted young mother.
and, forgetting her pain, she sprang towards
the bright babe, and clasped it in her arms. A
sad shade, in place of smile, cIouded the
handsome face of George Eldon, as he pressed
the pure immortal to his BOSOM and felt her
soft cheek next his own. Shewas very beauti-
ful, and the robe of white, so elaborately en-
broldered, fitted to perfection the cherub form,
while the soft blue sash attached to one dim
pied shoulder, only heightened its spotless tex
ture then the snowy hat rested so coquettish-
y on that pretty bead with its plume of blue
waving over the shoulders, spotless as Paran
marble
'streaked with purpling vein.'
1T is chill eve, Clara quietly observed
her husband, as he consigned Carrie to her
nurse. Mrs. Eldon understood in a moment
the thoughts which occupied him, and with an
impatient pshaw! told the nurse not to be gone
long. Next morning Carrie came to breakfast
In thick dress and high-necked apron She
was very cross, and many frown did she re-
celve from good mama, who exerted her every
effort to tranquilise her, but in vain Mr.. Ell
don said nothing until he found his wife's pa
tlence completely exhausted, and the child in
proluslon of tears She held out her little
arms, and when taken hid her face, sobbing
upon his bosom. II can't think she's WE'LL"
he whispered, kissing the flushed check
"She never looked better in her life, - return
ed the mother Il think she is only cross, and
should not be indulged. l have as much pa
tience, mofe,'' she said emphatically, ethan
most persons with children, but | will humor
her no longer.''
"She has cold, perhaps, her little limbs are
sore, - persisted Mr.. Eldon, looking into the
dreamy eyes now raised to his.
"Ob, no! George, you can ina agine anything.
I'm sure I'm too careful of her for that
"Clara," and Mr.. Eldon placed himself by
her side, "dld not hear you complaining of a
pain in your side yesterday, and youaccounted
for it readily. You had exchanged for a thick
garment thinner one. You keep Carrie in
doors the entire day, thickly, well not exactly
so conslstanty clad, may say. In the after
noon, I see her decked as best suited to the
displaying of her infantile charms, regardless
Of chill or clouds. You would not thus rashly
expose your tropical exotics. They would
not survive sudden transition from warmth to
chill; nor will our little Carrie, my dear wife.
| have demonstrated inevain with you upon a
young mothers false pride and indiscreton.-
Her splng tongue has not yet learned to ex-
plain the locality Of pains, brought on by her
mothers unblamable imprudence. Size be-
comes trettu! and must endure frowns and un-
gentle words, when laboring under disease
thus incurred. A mothers charge is high, a
holy, sacred one. Prudence, patience and love
should combine with parental pride. Pure, pa
tent and self-sacrifcing, should be the guide
of an immortal like ours
Mrs. Eldon essayed to pout her full rich lips,
but tears quivered on the downcast lashes, as
she took the now sleeping babe from its father s
arms. And was she afterwards prudent? some
would ask. I answer yes, but not while Car
rie lived. Not until Deaths dark wing hover
ed within herhappy home, closing those laugh
ing eyes of blue beneath their lids forever,
making rigid those cherub limbs, and stiling
the little one looked within her narrow coffin:
How the golden gates on crystal hinge,
Rolled back before the Just;
How, bathed in heavens mysterious tnge,
Sweet Carries sighs are hushed
Shreveport, October l6, 1855.
A PERsEvER1NG LovER-A story, which now
engages the Paris gossps, is most striking
instance of the truth Of the old saw-"Fa faint
heart never won fair lady, A lady, now
widow out Of mourning-the halcycon era of
woman's life, alas! how few are lucky enough
to attain such good fortune-has more beauty
than tortune-although she is so far above want
as to be called independent-and unfortunate
ly, good deal of her estate is menaced by a
pending lawsuit, which cannot add to her com
potency, but may sraighten her circumstances
if it is decided against her. With wisdom
rarely found out of serpent's or a widows
head, she practices constantly a strict econo-
my, to amass sum sufficient to enable her to
bear an adverse decision of the court with great
equanimity. She took advantage of the eN
hlblton toilet her apartments. They at once
found tenant, who took them for two months,
the longest period for which she could let them
without loss, as these months she spent with
a friend in the country, and they are the long
est period her business interests will allow her
to be absent from Paris.
She came here early in July; but the gen
tleman who Dad taken them refused to give
them up She went to see him and insisted
that he should give them up; he offered her
his heart and hand. She refused as she had
refused a great many other good offers Wild
owhood is SO pleasant! He received notice
to quit; but in few days afterwards the wild |
ow sent for him. What. exclaimed she, t'you
have compromised my lawsuit during my alb
Eyes, madame, I took that liberty,
but you owe me no thanks for it. was an
noyed to death every day by a proces-I hate
process-the very sight of it irritates my
nerves. The plaintiff in your suit is an ac-
qualntance.-a debtor of mine-I easily pur
chased his title against you; this | have ar
ranged. Your suit is ended" Refusing her
any other explanation he quilted her. A day
or two afterwards, a poor woman called to
hank her for the kindness she showered on
Ter during her absence, through her husband.
MY husbandp' eyes, madame, the good
gentleman you left here; he told me that in