Preble County Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1857-1859, 1857-01-29

fsa. As from a cloud its glory
And on her check. doth feeling s,'eak,
Its owned impas assioned story!
She was the widest child L ever saw.
Nobody could manage her, not even her
mother, whom she almost idolized- Proud
high spirited, with temper which moth
ing but tenderness could control, and
beautiful withal as half blown rose, =
a dark, but clear and glowing beauty,
which, ever and anon suddenly lighting
UP from Within. startled the beholder
with its brilliancy, like an illumined and
richly eolored transparency.
At boarding school she was at once
the pride and torment of her tcachers,-
learning her lessons with inconccivable
rlp;dity,-and forgetting them almost as
qaickly,-dashing of a composition
glowing with wit aud girlish enthusiasm,
in "a. shorter time than the sedate Mrs.
Wilton employed to read it, AMI occu-
pying all her leisure moments, which
were many, i'll keeping the rest of the
school in an uproar of m;rth or mis-
chief.
One of her girlish freaks, when she
was about thirteen years of age, had
nearly led to at least temporary dis
missal from the school. A lovely, tim
id and afectionate little girl, younger
than herself, was in disgrace, and the
other pupils were forbidden to speak to
her during the day. She was sitting
alone and disconsolate in the school
room, with pet kitten in h2r lap,-her
only comfort, when Juliet Clyde, our
heroine, suddenly bounded through the
low open window, and seated herself by
her side. With all her fearlessness she
did not quite like openly to disobey the
teachers commands, for she knew Il dis
missal would be the consequence, and
that would grieve her mother; so-in-
stead of speaking to little Lucy, she con-
tented herself with addressing her kitten,
In terms of the most tender endearmcnt,
evidently intended to reach and soothe
the sorrowing heart of her campanlon.
aYou dear, sweet little pet you darling
beautyl 1 love you very much-and L
am sorry YOU are so lonely here; but
you shant be lonely any more, for L We
left them all on the play ground to come
and stay with you, and talk to you. L
have such a pretty story to tell you, lit
tie Kitty, all about the fairies! Should
YOU like to hear about the fairies, little
Kitty"
Juliet's voice was always -sweet-even
in anger-but now it assumed the most
winning, petting, loving tone Imaginable
and although little Kitty only purr-
ed in reply-little Lucy's eyes began to
gisten with mingled tears and smiles
So the pretty and youthful comforter
laying her arm fondly over the kitten,
that it might touch Lucy's which was
also caressing it, told the following sto-
ry:- '-..-t
THE LAST FAIRY.
Once there was little girl, and her
name was Mary, and she was a sweet
good little girl. She looked like Lucy
Grey. Do you know Lucy Grey, Kitty ?
Well, Mary had just such darling deep
blue eyes, and just such soft, wavy hair,
and Just such little cunning pretty play
4ul ways. -.:s ..s-
One evening at sunset Mary was lean
ing all alone, and half asleep on a fresh
bank of moss in the woods. She gazed
dreamily up through the dark trees, and
felt very happy, for the blue sky looked
down upon her with SOFT, soft smile,
and the breeze whispered amid the many
colored leaves in musical, mysterious
tones, and the pleasant tranquil flowers
sighed out their happy love at her feet,
and all things rninistered to her, for her
spirit was pure and true. Little Mary
had heard SO many charming fairy tales
that she wanted very much to believe in
faries-but as she had never seen one,
and her mamma never had either-she
was afraid it was silly-but still she
could not help now and then Watching
the key holes, half hoping, half dreading