Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1857-07-01

your daily bread. am too rich to sa
see you, who have been 'nursed in the
lap of luxury make a slave of yourself
Il can work without making a slave OF Je
myself | replied, 'and would rather do n
so than remain in idleness. But it won't y
do to quarrel on our wedding day, SO well
say no more on the subject at present,
Though l said no more on the subject, C
my thoughts were busy. There are many C
ways unused I, Sin which l can assist my a
husband, without making a slave OF my
self :
My husband had taken a neat two-story $
brick house, in a pleasant but retired part
of the city, and had furnished it with plain,
but substantial furniture. Isabel Ashly,
my husbands sister, was there, awaiting
our arrival. l found her a %trustful, conf
ding girl, over whose auburn locks, sixteen
summers had passed of a comely, hand
some figure, and the soft blue eye, beamlng
with intelligence and love. She came to
the door to meet US; and taking my hand,
welcomed me with a fond kiss, and blessed
me in a voice soft md musical as the breath
of autumn. knew / should love her
How could it be otherwise?
l could not have been better pleased
than l was with the dwelling my husband
had selected for a home. There was a lit
tie yard in front, surrounded by a neatfence
of white palings, with green tips and then
in the rear of the house was a neat and
tasty garden, containing many choice plants
and flowers. A nicely gravelled walk led
quite around the house, among the trees
and shrubbery which the yard contained.
Altogether it was a home, such an one as |
had not hoped to possess. l felt that |
should love it; that l should be happy
there, in the society of my husband and SIS
ter Isabel.
But then l thought o fthose with whom ]
was connected by nature-of my former
home, and-it was not wonderful was
sad.
Soon after my arrival at my new home
repaired to my chamber. The shadows o.
twilight were falling around. l kneeled a
an open window and looked at the sea O
roofs towards my 'childhood's home
And then all the scenes through which
had passed began to recur to my mind.
thought of my parents and my sister Mary
|, all of whom were now no longer friends
/ and / thought of my poor little brothe
|, Frank, who alone had expressed regret q
my departure, who alone, looking throug
: the eye CT innocence, viewed not povert
n as a crime, and-it was but natural-teal
a came unbidden into my eyes, and course
down my cheeks. How long L>remaine
upon my knees | know not. I was wra]
o in forgetfulness of present time-my so
Was with the past.
Suddenly | felt an arm thrown round n
~ my husband was bending over me. Al
l wiped away my tears. | was with hi
m whom l priced above all others, and W
unhappy no more.
id Tine passed on. One day said to Il
bel-'Bul, my dear, can you keep a
Ms cret?'
TO be sure 1 can. But why do J
in ask ? she replied.
ee oh d., ns sa5 49, only PHal hss eget tRbij6aHEip !
see.' >
we well, Isabel, don't you see that Alb
is worrying himself to death to maint
ere us in a style which he calls 'comfortab
nd and God knows he cannot afford it I
to him we could live in a style less extra
CANT, and offered to take in sewing or doa
Ssh thing else to assist him, but he would
sh- listen to it. Now l think l have hit vi
on a plan by which we can earn a deal
be money, and not permit him to know a
tile thing about it.
nv But Albert will be sure to ask VIII
the money comes from. How will
ce. manage? put the money in his pocket W
a he's asleep, and then deny all knowles
of itY
va Not at ALL I replied. 1--WE can k
wn the money till he needs it badly, or
my we get enough to surprise him s~uficien
ter and then like dutiful children, confess
Ike whole crime and beg his pardon for all
of Wouldn't it be capital Christmas p
,ss. ent p Bel asked, laughing.
you 1T would SO; but l haven't told you
ace what | propose doing
lay. mo. I'm waiting to hear
7ou well, listen, and I'll develope the
to your satisfaction. At school I lear
ey, many things, merely because they '
the fashionable branches, which may yet
come useful and profitable to me. Am
these is the art of painting. Itook del
me, in this branch of study, and at school l
on considered quite an artist. l suppose
forgotten a good deal, but I think | m
still produce some tolerable painting
Vere You can assist me, (you once told me
my, could paint a little, and by joining on,
lr L forts l doubt not but we can succee
making ourselves distinguished, and at
de- same time acquire a fortune
'One Capital indeed
g The only difficulty I can see,' l cor
ued, lis to keep our implements out Of
~ bert's sight
ided ooh! l can easily manage that ans
ed she. We can have my chamber
MT our studio, and hide the implements O
Jone profession in the closet adjoining, whe
are not using them
,ther And so it was all arranged; and
h all that day forward we labored u~ntiring a
ught new employment. In a few weeks we
hus- produced a picture which we consider
take masterpiece. 1t had cost us much la
with but at length it was completed and l
g. went out to find a purchaser. In an
she returned. She had disposed of
picture for a goodly sum of money.
encouraged we continued our efforts.
CHAPTER III.
We One day Isabel Ashley, who had bee
-. ting at a window for the last half houI