Star of the Kanawha Valley. [volume] (Buffalo, Va. [W. Va.]) 1855-1856, 1855-12-26

England. Poor thingl How should
she know one she has never seenl',4
he added, and Ida still looked won.
deringly at him. ny M
Are you the papa my mamma
talked SO much about Then, al
childish thought travelled back to the
day Of her bereavement, she cried,
while tears gathered and rapidly fell:
Oh. | ai'nt got any nanny now!'
With trembling lips, Henry Grant
took thechild on his knee, and pressed
her 70 his bosom, and for q moment
wept with q mans anguish.
Startled at the sight that awaited
her, Mrs. Clernont stood transfxed at
the entrance Of the parlor as she re.
turned. But oil was soon explained.
and q pang, such as she had never
feltbefore, rent her heart at the thought
that little Ida might be taken from
her. N@,y i...r IeTt, l.@r:9- 13*- I
Shall you carry her back home with
your she asked tremblingly, as Hen
~ Grant began his preparations for
returning. 9.S& 80. u. sH 2 |
'Do you think I would 90 without
herr was the reply why, she has
become as dear to me as the apple of
my eye.' ,.~., la ! I>>T II |
'Bnt'-commenced Mrs. Clermont,
eagerly; tllen sinking back, Is she was
silent. - u, . ,snt I>.i
4 know all You would say replied
the father of little Ida, and for 10 mo-,
mcnt a look of gloom passed over his
fine features. Perhaps my wife will.
not receive her, or if she does, the
little creature, so beautiful, so simple
hearted, may be subjected to insults
and contumely on account of her
BIRTH He sighed heavily as he con-
tinued: MY little English children
very far from possessing the lowell
ness Of my little West Indian; that,
too, may create dislike and dissen-
sion.' = .. -- e.. r.: A.. . I.
Promise me, cried Mrs. Clermont.
eagerly, promise me that if such an.
noyances grow unbeatable, you will
bring her, back to nae. She has be.
come the light of this lonely home.-
At times, It almost breaks my heart
to think Of parting with herr and,
overcome by here motion, she burst
into tears: ~. ~ q
i do promise You that she shall
come back if dislike degenerates into
insult. do promise you, for ! know
that she will be to you as q cherished
child ..--,... H. F.. r., Z MI.
And so they parted, little Ida weep
ing for the loss of her second mamma.
There was, as usually happened
every day, a decided quarrel in Lady
Grants nursery. Frank was arrayed
against NIFTY, and little Ida sat apart
a shadow chasing the sunny smiles
from her beautiful face. "
flush, Frankly whispered Ida
Mamma will hear you,' she whis-
pered timidly. LII" 4. *,...a..u..,
1t ar'nt any of your business, Miss
Creole. cried Master Frank, in his
shriAest voice. Besides. our mann
ma amt yours; she only belongs to Ws,
and you know you're o. darkey, for
mamma said You was. ~ ~ = 20
Am the child's nature was in rebel
lion at this taunt. A look Of passion
that was almost fury, crossed her brow;
the blood grew crimson in her checks;
her eyes flashed; it seemed almost
impossible for one so gentle and bean.
| tifil to be transformed SO completely.
Springing to her feet. she stamped
her foot, but the choking words would
not come; then, flying, rather than
running, towards the frightened boy,
she attempted to clutch him with all
her little strength, but the coward
gave he r one blow that felled he1
senseless to the floor. The child
screamed once; an eager footstep SCUM.
ded on the stairs, and Henry Grant
rushed in the nursery, to find poor
Ida bleeding, and apparently dead.
| Casting an angry glance towards
the two covering children, he raised
the senseless form with groan, and
hastened out Of the room. NJ jla''
/ S{sf
i Where is your father, children 7
inquired Lady Grant, as they took
their accustomed places at the table
| They looked at each other, and ther
NIFTY said, Hes gone somewhere
with Ida aff,a ,si IA ME- ,ssf.
Ida muttered the lady, salway.
Ida, / do believe he cares nothing
about his wife and children; that LITTLE
black thing takes up all his time and
attention. ] wish she was the sen
tence died away on her lips.
And inst because she fell down
and hurt herself q little, he took he
up in his arms said Frank, 'and
wentaway withher. ] don't like her
mamma, she's just like alittle wild In
dian I{..s.rs
i As the wicked boy uttered thes'
lwords,l Henry Grant entered. H'
saw the storm gathering upon tn
brow of his wife, and while she wa
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