The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1857-04-09

your all, and we will be very t.nder 0
your darling. Will you not trust he
with Us for nglo summer"
And before another week had passet
my trunk was packed for " Pbilandel
White, Esq, Meadow Brook"
| looked out, as said, aud there sa'
the pleasant white house, with its greer
window blinds, sh'ubbery in front anc
the cherry trees behind. My hear
went out to it at once, and it did a mo-
ment later to the gentle voiced woman
and the fair, da k.haired gill, who rush
ed out on the front steps, and, kissing
my checks, said, My cousin Jennie
you are very fast welcome.
But it is not to tell you of that sum
mer, though | look across rhe grey year,
to its green picture 10 the Moy-land o.
memory, that have taken up my pei
this morning
Suffice it, the mountain breezes Of
Meadow Brook did their work well
aud whom IN the ear ly auumn, my moth.
er came for her child, she could hardly
identify The rosy checked girl that rush
ID in with her curls dangling about her
face aud he Id her rosy lips for kiss.
| think it must have been n,arly two
months after my domestication at aunt
Mary y's-for so l called my mothers
coutin - before uncle Charles Brace, her
hu bands brother, visited us. He was
minister, and Cora and ] anticipated
the gcnticman's advent with anything
but pcasurable emotions.
Our conceived notions of,he gentle
man 5 elongated visage and solemn, pu-
Iltauical manner, which we regarded
necessary concomrants of the profession
.oon vanished before the kindinr Of his
smile and the willing gcnilcness Of his
He was uncle Phil youngest
botler, not more than twrnry- eight at
hat time and his religion had deepen
I'd and Larmouizcd his dne poetic tenn
perament without checking the outflow
of that under current of humor which
,palklcd through his character. " Tn.
Gle Charlie" was soon our companion in
our rides and rambles, and our couiidant
in all our girli>h plaus.
You don't really mean so, uncle
Bharlic 7" aud Cora's bright face was
lifted from the roses and geraniums we
were weaving into a bouquet for the par.
or mantle. You don't really think
what you just said, that in every heart
there is some fountain, some blossom iu
he human wilderness Of every soul -
He put down his paper, aud came to,
ward us. L" haven't doubt Of it, my
little girl. The story was just read
Ing Of the hardened old man who cried
because the child gave him bunch OF
corroboratcs my remark --
The light that is in Us cannot quite be-
come darkness; the heart that might
bring forth "a hundred foll," for the
harvest of Heaven will never yet become
such desert but some good seed might
take root therein"
:" l don't believe it would, though, in
Farmer Keep. You don't know him as
we'll as ! do, uncle Charlie. He's one
IF the richest men in all Meadow Brook
worth thousands and thousands He's
bachelor, you know, and lives in the
great house on the road to Woodbury. 4
Well, he never goes to church he new
,r loved human being, or did kind
hing in all his life. Now don't Won
hink farmer kecp--wby grandma Dean
low do you do 7"
The old lady whose entrance put this
udden period to my cousins earues,
'eroration, came slowly toward the rock
g.chair, Cora drew out for her. Sin
vas the oldest person in the village i
he hair under her cap, white as bill.
idc snow, had imprisoned the sunshin.
i iorescorc and ten summers. But she
till retained much of the physical and
Mental stamiua which, with her active
emperamcnt, had made her so vigorou,
! woman Tor many years.
" What's that you're saying, child
bout Farmer Keep :" said the old la
ly, with a pleasant smile, and She pin
led her knitting. sheath to her waist.
" Why / was telling uncle Charlie