Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1857-07-17
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STORY OF A SPOOL.
by ANNA RAYMoNp.

which, being filed with thread, was label
led number ninety, and placed in package
with several others Of our family, and pur-
chased by merchant at Wholesale price.
| remember long journey in dark box,
now moving slowly, now rapidly, till we
reached pleasant town in Ohio, where our
package was opened and We were placed
in box upon the shelf in large dry goods
l&t
Many times during the day the box was
taken down and fair hands selected my for
tunato companions, till at last began to
despair of ever leaving the paper box. But
by being frequently placed upon the coun-
ter had opportunities TO sec something Of
the town where, alas seemed doomed to
spend many long years. 1t was cmbowered
amid the hills, and surrounded by beautiful
and romantic scenery. On ono side was a
small stream, and beyond / could see the
hills clothed with rich yerdurc, while hero
and there was the white farm house peepinc
out from amid the ovcrhanging foliage. /
should have been contented could | have al
ways gazed on such lovely scenery, but the
rude clerk often placed our box in tho dark
est corner, and we must submit to our fate.
One morning young lady lifted mo
from tho box in which / had SO long been
an unwilling dwellcr, and placing me upon
the counter, said with a sweet smile, IL will
take this"
The tones of her voice was the sweetest
music ] had ever heard, and she was lovely.
In her hazel eye you could read the Ian
guage of a joyous spirit, her light auburn
hair shaded a pure white brow and health
hued checks, while sweet smile played
about her mouth. That afternoon l was
placed in her workbasket in the pleasant
Iparlor of Springgrove Cottage. Evening
came and with it came tall and slender
young man, who seated himself by the work
stand of my mistress.
"This has been lovely day Nina, did
you have n pleasant ride to M, this
morning?" he said as he took me from the
basket.
ayes, delightful" my mistress replied, "to
me the country never looked moro beauti
! fully.
; "Ah, Nina, the scenery on which you
beautiful eye loves to look, to me, is Away
! beautiful" he said as with sharp knife h
J inflicted deep wound upon me.
My mistress did not answer and deep 81
lcnce reigned for somo minutes. At las
in deep trcmulous tone he said "Nina,'
while again felt the keen blade of hi
! knife, then taking her hand he Whispered
r a few words that could not hear, but sav
that her cheek and brow were suffused will
a crimson blush. l heard my mistress sa,
81 love you as a friend"-and he rose hasti
a ly, threw me into the basket, and bowling
left the room, and have ncrer seen hin
: since.
!, Ono afternoon, few weeks later, Will
my mistress was busily sewing, her brothe
entered and handed her a letter. Agai
she blushed deeply, while a bright smil
= lighted up her lovely features, and she hu.
ricd from the parlor to her own room. o.
casionally of an evening would be shut u
: in the drawer of the workstand, and coul
hear manly voice conversing with my mi.
tress, but | was not permitted to see tn
: stranger.
At length laces and embroidery wer
u spread out in profusion before me. Their
l. was rustling of silks and strange forr
fitted about, cutting and fitting and talkin
+ necessarily of this or that fashion, whic
= was so becoming for bride, to all of whic
my mistress said nothing, but her face wa
II radiant with joy.
Well, one day l was put into trunk an
n when l next saw the light it was in a plea.
ant room in the forest city. Every evenin
:, a gentleman sat near my mistress whor
IS she called Atwood. He was of medur
Is height, his complexion was fair, his forehea
!, high, his eyes dark blue and very expressly,
: his hair auburn, and tho tones of his voic
" wore gentle. l could sec that my mi
trcss never appeared so happy as when h
sat by her side reading or talking, and
soon learned to like him when saw ho'
n fondly she loved him.
!. Autumn came and we removed to a au
is ct little town farther west. For som
s. weeks my mistress was very busy ARRANGING
:. and re-arranging everything about the hous
=" so that it might please the taste of Atwood
g and when all was in perfect order she agai
Re- took out her work-basket, and piled her ne,
" die busily as ever.
III More than two years have passed sine
our removal, and now there is a little Min
1t who has managed to get upon her feet, an
re with outstretched arms is tottering towar
her mother All, 1 hear her joyou
" infantile laugh, as reaching her mother sh
n is caught in the maternal arms and almo;
smothered with kisses. There is stel
Il the little cherub utters ringing shout and
, pressed to manly bosom, while her tin
hand wanders amid dark auburn locks, an
her eye, SO like tho fathers, is radiant wit
y joy.
But my race is almost run, my thread
r nearly gone, and soon little Nina will to-
me into the street or fire, as her mood is.-
s Alas, that l, after witnessing so much haI
piness, should come to such death.
FREMONT, July l4th, 1857.