Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1855-03-22

Carols Hill, and the little grove upon
the hillside; scarce midway TO the sum.
nil, and the tiny. brown house that nes-
lied amid the trees? Do you not remem-
Der the green bank. that YOU thought had
surely been fashioned by fairy hands for
IoiteTeFs resting place? You cannot
have forg often how quietly the irregular
and yet pleasant village lay beneath your
feet. with its numerous spires rising from
church and school house and academy
and college! And how the creek, wind.
ing along between green meadows and
rich pastures, on through the cedar grove
and down by the psper sliii, looked SO
like thread OF silver7 And how you
gazcd FAR OF into the west. until your
eyes wee weary. because you mad not
been 1old that. OH clear day, the beau.
tllul Champlain was visible even at this
distance? And; then, if it was evening.
You surely remember how g.ouously the
sun went down-and how you thought
the glowing TINS would never fade into
dim twlllght-and how a soft purple and
rose colored mist bathed the distant noun.
tains and hung lightly over the valleys?
am sure you all remember this, and GU
can recall. even now. the thousand sweet
sounds, blending harmonlously into one.
that Dated TO your ear. mellowed and
softened By the distance. as you Law
'houshtlully upon the green turf with
your cheek pillowed on your hand. The
low hum from the village beneath you
the shout Of the merry school boys--the
] lowing OF herds--the soft timkle OF the
COW bel''-the murmur of the water
fali--the wind signing among the branch
es oxer your head--oh. there was melody
and beauty all around you, and ] know
you have not forgotten them. When the
brilliant coloring faded from the sky, and
the quie. stars cleaned forth from amid
the blue. and one, a very large and bright
one. hung just over the brow OF the noun
tain; aad then the air grew chilly. and
the sad cry of the whippowil fell coldly
on your heart. and the light from the
village windows looked more CHEEKY than
the shadows around you. and so you
i wendell your way homeward. Don't
/ you RENE mber il all?
that the three friends were resting. and
you could select from among the whole
circle OF your acquaintance three faces
and figures more unlike. Kate Warren
and Adelaide Lindsey were sisters. but
you would hardly have thought 1t. There
was truthfplnesS snd s,sa.n n Hates
sunny blue eyes. thst 10 her friends was
Swallowed now, for she had been sorely
tried. ond the wounded heart was bleed
ing still. But for the sake of those who
loved her she struggled with her grief
and few knew how deeply it was seated.
Kate was not beautiful do no: know
that you would have thought her even
pretty, although her soft, brown hair rest
ed Oh very smooth. white brow, but
you would certainly have loved her fol
her gentleness and her purity.
A pair OF splendid black eyes, and
lashes So long that they fairly swept an
almost co!orless cheek. was all that saw
ed Adelaide from absolute paipness; but
I they were enough. After you had once
gazed into those glorious orbs, trying il
vain 10 measure their fathomless depths.
you would have forgotten tha, her other
features were far from approaching
the standard of beauty-that her m oull
was too large. and her cheek too pale
Her figure was tall. and her bearing dig
nlfied--some would say haughty--whil
Kate was small. even petite, and her ste
hight and airy as that Of child.
Theresa Gordon was unlike either oil
themless lovely perhaps, but on the
whole handsomer; at least she thought so
and she certainty never looked in he,
mirror without beholding brigh. eyes. 70.
sy cheeks. and curls glossy enough tc
confirm her in that opinion.
But Adelaide has Seen waiting a LONG
time 70, Hates response to her last re.
mark. 1t was at length made. CAV.
y aud carelessly. for the open air. the
glad sunlight. and the joyous beauty OIL
the early summer time had fallen like a
charm aPon Hates weary heart, and she
was this evening unusually happy-hap
pier than she had been for mary a month.
Il presume you think so, Ada, but TO,
my part. | don't believe one WORD OF i,
But you had better be careful how YOU
talk in This way, for you might perhs ps
give some rival OF yours or of Georges a
hint on which to act, and you would hard
ly like 10 be obliged in self defense to
carry all these heroic resolutions into
effect
IL do not imagine there is much dan
ger OF such catastrophe" replied AIDE
lalde with smile, ..but corie, girls
ought we not to be going home? See i
is just sun down and we have long wa,
10 walk"
They rose simultaneously. and trippins
down the road which wound round tn,
side Of the hill. al short distance below
the little grove. they rapidly retracee
their steps to the village. BOWS the frs
street. pas. the Methodist and Congrega
tional churches. that look for all the
The world-so prim and square are they
and with such sharply defined angles
as if they were made out of paste board
down past the little stone church in the
centre of the green; still farther down the
! hill and over the bridge. pausing but for a
Moment to watch the foaming waters al
they swept over the damon they went.
up the steep flight of stone steps intend.
ed as aids TO the weary traveller-and still
on and on. until they paused before a