True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1856-02-06
Win mamma's arm around me-

Anu now llLLIe DalSy was beside the
brook, and STOPPING over it, with the wild
roses in her dimpled hands, and wondering
at the sweet face that smiled up with hall
parted lips into hers. So while she linger-
ed, tall noble figure came slowly, with
noiseless steps along the path, and leaned
over the brook just behind her; and present.
ly two dark eyes, and gentle but grave
mouth, smiled beside hers, down in the rip,
} pling water. Then Daisy started, and the
deep rose tint came flushing over her face
almost binding her, and she turned away
while the roses fell from her hands into the
brook, and went floating away, quite out o
her reach,
Poor little maiden, so foolish, after all
And yet the fine gentleman, with his earnest
eyes fixed on her fa3e, recalled to his mnt
pictures he had gazed upon in sunny Soutl
lands, and he found there no memory hal
so fair as this blushing, artless picture o.
: the widow Lees little Daisy.
But the bushes kept quivering up ovel
her cheek and brow, till they brought tears
, to the violet eyes, and Daisy covered hel
hands, and wished her mother would only
come down there to the brook, and leat
her home.
: Then gentle hand took both of hers
and low voice close to her ear, whispered
"Little one, you must not fear me,
love tile birds anj the flowers and the bright
summer morning, just as much as you can
Look up here in my face, and you will feal
me no longer"
, Daisy could not disobey the gentle bid
dingl and through her long lashes still wei
with tears, she looked shyly up.
The eager, earnest eyes of the stranger
were saying plainly, ''lttle Daisy l love
+ you better than birds, or flowers, or tn,
!, morning'-and he such fine gentleman
How her young heart futtered like
b bird, beneath her PLAIN calico spencer
while he whispered in her ear drawing he
head with its long, sunny curls close to hi
arm, such words as she had never listened
to before, even ia her dreams.
And the widow Lee waited at the cot
tuge door, with breakfast cooling up the ia
BILE, Tor her darling to come home, until tn;
sun climbed full half hour high in tht
heavens; then she came slow ly along. will
her pitcher in her haud, anG her head bowet
down.
e What had ooms oyer Daisy Lee, goin!
/, forth with light hearted song on her lip
: returning silently, but 18th q strang'
: smile, and "love light in her eye!" Swee
!: child-''the rncefto in lot Of women is upol
k thee; and well may tie wdowet motbe
h look on thee 'anxiously, and pray HEAVIER
;, to overt all evil from thy pathway
Y Daisy came in md set down the pitcher
she :urned her head, and met her mother
3 penetrating goEe. and in a momeut she wa
d, drawn close to that tender heart, whil
y, gentle lps bade her tell all; why she lott
cred 30 long oy the meadow brook, en-
i whence came the new, troubled light, shi
ming on her face, Then with her oyes hi
Oh that loving bosom, Daisy whispered he
j. artless story, keeping back only the tender
4 est words that still fingered in her limos
heart, und were too precious to be truste
TO another, even to that dearest friend,
"He said he loved me, mother, Just as h
loved bird or flower, or sweet music
because was SO simple and artless, for
told him ! was too ignorant and humble 70
such as he tc think Of He said he love
= me, for came straight into his heart. lik
y sunbeam into cold room; warming IN
y sighting its dreariest corners and that
u should stay there always" and little Dais
{ almost trembled at the ught of her grea
new happiness.
g "My child, my little, only lamb" whis
pered the pale widow, laying back the youn
e head until her fearful eyes looked Straigh
down into the blushing, joyous face. IN
n child, believe it not. He is above us both
k | doubt not, in this worlds wealth. H
It has proud, rich friends to whom he woul
y not take you as his welded wife; he mean
n you no good; forget them Daisy--all thos
+ proud words--they are false and hollow
Yes, he may love you, as he said, like
e flower. and like that cast you away, whe
ID he is tired of You and trample you in tn
10 dust beneath his foot"
* HNo, no, mother, he meansjust what h
y says, am sure he does" sobbed Daisy, "h
D could not throw me away when ! love hir
u so dearly!"
r, "Sillv child, you don't know" said he
y mother, thinking nevertheless, he must
l. hard man, indeed, if he could help lovn
: such dear child as Daisy. "How ca
% you tell that he is true when You have see
4 him only twicel"
y cit just as if I had always known hil
n manylyears ago, before ] came into thi
,, world, and Icould not help loving him an