Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1857-03-05
THURSDAY, MARCH 5, 1857.

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Ellen looked surprised. but followed me
without any reply.
i want to know something about these
pictures. Some Of them are very fine,
and 1t seems TO me strange that they should
hang here out OF sight
They gotinjured,' said Ellen, .and Aun,
Jane did not have lime to get them mend
! ed
Here is beautiful landscape,' said,
knew by the quick diIatjng of Ellen's
! hazel eyes, as she looked at the picture,
that she could appreciate its excellence,
and | regretted that she had been so long
debarred the privilege of cultivating her
naturally artistic taste. resolved TO help
her to make up the lost time.
Now, here is one il which | am still
more inlerested,' said, taking up the por-
trait. Who is this, Elem
Ellen started, and then the color rushed
TO her checks, as she answered, in low
voice, 1t is my mother
had suspected as much. The resem-
blance was striking between the pictured
face and little Harry.
is this the way that you preserve your
mothers portrait | asked.
Aunt Jane put it away before
Before | came. Ellen?'
Yes was the brief reply.
We'll, shall take better care of it in
future. am not come to stand between
you and your mother. Ellen. | wish YOU
10 love and honor her memory above all
others. | shall try 10 make you wiser and
happier than ever, instead Of gloomy and
sad
There was Il slight quiver about Ellen's
firm lip as she turned and left the room.
| began to feel encouraged. That even
ing | had a fire made in the parIor, the
piano was unlocked, and took nv music
from my trunks. In the 'gIoaming,' before
there was any light in the room, save that
OF the remulous fire-light, sat down to
play. They were all there-Jane at
crochet work in corner, and the children
seated silently at the fire.
found the piano an excellent instru-
ment, and after playing a variation, which
drew sigh from The depths of Miss James
bosom, and a shout Of delight from my
little Harry, began to sing. 1t was an
old, plaIntlve, Scotch song that chose
something 10 melt and touch he heart.
May and Harry were standing one on
each side of me, when ended, and their
glowing faces expressed their delight,
i like that said Harry, i wish Aunt
Jane wouldn't keep the piano locked, SO
that nobody can touch it,
loud warning cough from his amiabe
aunt made him shrink Z little closer to me-
DO sing another, please! whispered May.
and sung G0elhe's Miller and the Brook
that wild, merry old song.
What do say of murmur
That can murmur be?
'Tis the water nymphs that are singing,
Their roundclays under me!
May was in ecstacies. oh, will you
teach me to play?' she asked. At would
make me so happyr
4 will, certainly, if you wish it, re-
piled. Both Ellen and you may take
lessons as soon as you please to begin.
do not wish you 10 be confined wholly to
arithmetic
| turned from the piano and sat by the
fire, after having lighted the lamp. May
and Harry were dancing about in he mid
die of the room, and even Ellen smiled at
their playful rudeness. Jane, seeing that
they took no heed of her dreary coughs
and sighs, rose and left The room. | took
quick advantage OF her absence.
Going to the bookcase, selected an
interesting volume, and sat down with it
near the lamp. You have heard of Joan
OF Arc, have you not, EIien?' | asked.
4 do not remember that have, she
answered. who was she!'
Her story was very wonderful one.
| will read il, if you would like 10 hear
it, answered.
is it lrue?' cried Harry, leaving his
play.
Yes, Harry. 1t happened many years
ago, in France. Shall | read I!'
Harry and May were already eager to
hear it, and Ellen looked interested, though
she said nothing. | took Harry in my
lap, and began 10 read the strange, thrill
ling story. All listened with the deepest
attention.
BY and by Ellen interrupted me, say
ing
If you are tired, let me read it awhile,
mother
was tired, and gave itup to her gladly;
she had called me 'molher'
AT nine, Aunt Jane came and called
them to bed.
NC, no, aunty; we'll come as soon as
we find out what became of poor Joan!'
cried May. Shall we stay, mother?
Let them stay little longer, | said. to
Miss Jane. The door closed, and Ellen
proceeded with the story.
Sing us a little song! said May, when
the story was ended. complied willing
ly, and sung Let US love one another
When | had finished, May sprang up and
, h, Harrxy fol