The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1857-11-14

hcient to support her father in
great comfort. She was, moreover,
much liked by the families around; her
/ unflagging gaiety of spirit, her quick
talents, splended voice made hera wei
come addition to every society. Notld'ngs
from Sellon had ever reached her-yet,
! in spite of it, she grew happier, hand
somer. and stouter she was not a-waary
because he came not and, indeed, pre-
sented no resemblance to Marian or the
Moated Grange.
Ten years from the time we last por-
trayed her, she entered her forticth year.
! II was winter evening there had
been driving shower of s!eet and snt~,
with keen. bitter, north wind; the foot
passengers in the street were whipped,
blinded, and at last cowcd by it, and re-
treated into their houses the honsless
poor betook themselves to alleys and door
WAYS for shelter. The skies were lower
ing, and dens mass of pale gray to the
northwest afforded every prospect Of more
rough weather | do not think any one
could look more comfortable or handsome
than Margaret Merson, as she sat ma
king the hot coffee in the snug study,
clad in rich garments Of sober hue, as be-
fitted her age and parse Her father
was still alive, and was seated in the self
same chair. His head WIS very white
and quite bowed on his breast, and his
long. thin fingers beat time restlessly.
She spoke only a few words to him
now and then. and they were carressing,
and such as might have been used to
child At last she settled herself in her
louncng chair, cut open new book. and
and was soon deep in it. Gr,1u,'ly TIE
new book found its new rcstin--p'ac on
the floor, and Margaret rcposcd calmly.
There was rnnbIing oe carriage wheels
close to the house, and then a halt
But there was no nom1cnetism in the air to
warn Margaret Of any one being near her,
more than that gentle shadowy man,
whom she had tended for so many years
Then a footstep in the hall, aud hand
on the door Even the seven sleopcrs
awakcd at last. and when the door O.
pened, Margaret started to her feet, fully
prepared to deny that she had been 9TH
erwise than wide awake. She heard a
deep voice say, II know the way y
then came face bronzed; fiery eyed,
full blue eyes, not altogether strgngc to
Marcarct--at least she had seen such in
her dreams-a mass of hair, beard, mus
tache and vhiskers of hue which was
pale only beside the face All this sur
mounted figure huge in every way, but
, especially in breadth. Margaret stood
wondering-and the figure stood Won
darinc also. Like the Ancient Mariner
"he fixed her with his differing eye, -
and as he drew of wrapping after wrap
ping and at length stood confessed as
Stephen Sellon. weighing at least six
teen stone He was not a tall man, so
| appearances did not assist him on that
score. The blue eyes danced with a.
musemcnt. the white teeth showed them
, selves, and hearty, full, sonorous laugh
broke the ice
':Margaret, do You not know me p
: He stepped forward and kissed her, at
first lightly on her cheeks. and then put
ting her back, with another glance and
: another laugh, he followed up that kiss
with many others. and they came 50 fast
, and warm that Margaret had not really
presence of mind TO resist. IL ascertain
, ed that YOU were still Margaret Meri-
ton, or you would not have seen Inc
/, here tonight. Is this your father ?"
She led him up to the old man gently
r Speak to him tenderly, Stephen. III
e is quite childish now Something in
n the subdued womanly tone of Margcret's
+ voice gave Stephen choaklng sensa
{ tion however. he cleared his throat, ant
IA shook hands with Mr. Mcritpa.
n The poor gentleman looked up with his
d wan, apprehensive smile. you'll b'
: kind to Margaret, sir you'll be kind t,
c her." aud then he ramblcd on incohc
rently.
RI Margaret had not forgotten how t,
:. blush, and at this random sp ech Of he
l. fathers the blood rushed up in torrent
!, to her hair-roots leaving Il transient criul
- son on her throat and neck. Apparent
It ly this enchanted Stephen; he rrbbe'
V his hands, aud arranged his tawny bear,
II aud sat down. and watched Margaret IA
ID she poured out coffee for him, with tn
k bright cheerful, trusting look OF twcnt
a. years before
ID "Ah, Margaret he continued, laugh
inglY, Il swore that were You tadet
tn worn, and weazcn, would still be true
~ but YOU have not fre,ted for me, 70
a. have not the assurance to pretend It,
IS am absolyed from my oath =
90 Margaret raised her eyes with a m
re Gcious glance signiiying Et tn Brute.
:" "Ycs | kaow," he added sarveyin
a rather ruesulIy his own anp'e person =
at There was no explanation asked, ior mol
| was required they both Felt supreme
OF happy.
=. Shall we leave them so? All, your
ell lovers would yvu believe it po,sib
that that happy handsome, c,miortab
he looking woman Is Margaret Merton, vi
nd score of years before was condemned
,s separation, uncertainty and work for h
daily bread or that good man 81 lovl'
he frank and portIy, should be the eAtl'
an lover. Take courage--'men die and Il
n worms eat them, but not for love Ih,
os. had each done their duty, not sadly Al
i'm s,ernlv, but merrily and vel, al
ret their tree of love blosso rs, thou.
he late in life. Perhaps one of the thin
- we love best to see is the gentle gra
ra beauty of some autumnal flower, viii
bv claddens our eyes when the summer b
he hed, and the unkindly dip Of the WI
,nb ter's rain is at hand, and the sky is as
bla en- gray, and our mother earth bro'
,nI and iiEeless.
The Cuban women have trait of CHI
:. acter so noble, that Madame lie Vert {