Houma Ceres. [volume] (Houma, Parish of Terrebonne, La.) 1855-18??, 1856-02-21

river. I did not ask who they all were.
or why she alone was left behind. was
but too glad to have monopoly Of her CON-
pany, if only for an hour. es4 Hsl
And | began to tell her of my home
letter, and its sad intelligence shade
came over her face-she gave me pity,
sweet. gentle, halfexpressed. the sympathy |
loved-and then slight tremble came
upon Greta. and she asked me of Sybil-f
would Sybil be alone, quite alone, in the
strange country il her husband died?
Quite alone-onlv God and Der little
helpless child to fortify her woman heart;
and Greta looked away again,away from me
sad It was-how very sad. a
Then-she did not look at me, but going
on, as | thong in unconscious self-com-
munion, Greta asked me once again, who
Sybil had at home. Father, mother-all|
the tender friends whom her own girls
heart clung to so dearly-did she leave
them all for her husbands sake, this sad
young Scottish wife @
NO. Sybil had no family-no friends
she was an orphan, and a stranger, said
in answer, and had none in the world
but those she carried with her-her hus-
band and her child @ 5sissss
8 All that was why she went away
said Greta, signing family into the quiet
air and frsta burning blush and then
paleness came over her moving face.
Her thoughts were fare away from me
away from my sad story and personal
heaviness, wandering after some fancies Of
her own. / myself shut out under the
shadow OF these leaves as from some light
4 longed for; perhaps it was because |
was looking oat, sacantly and in noreverie,
upon the sunshine streaming full over the
garden path. HH aa asssa
: No friends-no home-no mother,
said Greta at last, in her low musing tone,
L what wonder, then THAT was why she
went away. .5
Nay. my child said the voice Of
Madame kleine, suddenly coming upon US
out Of the light. Nay, Greta my child
but becouse she was his wife, and the good
God bade her follow him to a strange
land fsaisaes ifaa5Haa sz
i With violent start and blush, Greta
rose, flung off her curis with her arm, and
as suddenly shook them back, half cover
ing her flushed face. He has been with
you--he has seen yon,' she exclaimed in
| arapid whisper, with but one duick in
quiring glance before her head dropped
under her mothers eye, and she stood
like one in attitude for flight. sudden
/ " arrested. with her curls hanging like a
veil over her averted cheek, and her de
precation lifted hand. ssHsss5'ass III
: He has seen me, my little one, said
Madam kIeine, drawing her daughter into
her arms, and hare saidthou shalt 60
with him, IS thy mother went with
Gouifried hut not to love US the less,
Grefa, my child ~ ~
| d. No, no, no-' I heard the rapid,
brea,hless murmur, a. Greta clung to her
lmother's breast-and then she disengaged
herself hastily, hurried away through the
wanning sunshine, and disappeared from
me like MANY another dream. a' s
/ / sat in the shadow chill and gray
shrunk back into myself once more. Idid
not mose-I did not speak-my hear
was dumb, and the life grew stagnant il
INV veins. Madame KIeine sat down be
sides me and wiped tear out Of eithe'
leys; but even in my shock OF fear ant
.teagerness, knew the mothers triumph II
her moved lace. ae3 ssia = ~ .sssss'
Ny poor little dove. it Is very far, this
IEneland, for her first flightto be and ths
/ house will b sad, Greta, without thy voice
and thy song. let il would be wrong I
,Igrudge her TO ! good fate, Monsieu
I Williana-you think 50 with me7'' ~ II
] The fate is-l' My throat was dry
tII could hardly say the words e
i He would Marry Greta, your youn'
|, |countryman-he says there IS none lik'
her in all Bavaria--nor even in his Eng
hnd, said Madame Klcine, again wipln!
I oG the afiectionate tear which softcne'
her smile. He would carry her to hi
: castle, and make = great lady Of my littl
4 one would do right to keep her back
/ Monsieur " lillian for she j. in his hear
!; and he is in hers: are they not like eae'
!, other, so good and 50 gay, and SO innocent
1 the sweet young souls9 And he will brin;
: my child 10 Wurtaburg every year to Sc
ID her mother. I will weep when they 6
AWAY, % you tell me but them immediate
lily | win smile agan, thinking how my pre-