The Cecil Whig., 1857-04-04
CHAPTER TT.

Morning came, bright, refreshing morning.
the clear azure had taken Il deeper linge a(t or
the tears Of Yesterday, golden ligh, radiatctl
the small chamber. Henrietta crcl.t from
her bed long before the usual hour of rising
She glanced ut the simple lrock of home nan
ufacture. ut the glowing checks Of red and
green: her face grave. and thea as if rcrol!cct-
ing herself she smiled and quickly donned
the PLAIN carmen. The brown hair. with
just such CLEAN Of gold in its hue. was
brushed smoothly back from the broad brow
and carefully biad,d; one half opened bud
this pinned to the bosom Of her frork. the
delicate leaves cartssingly laih on The white
neck, the little one glided below. ... r
MIR. Bacon was an early riser. lie scelued
unusually pleased this morning to see his
daughter as prompt and apparently as wide
awake as himself. He glanced at her ear
ncstly once, twice, there seemed to be some
thing in her Appearance that struck him for
chilly. As he stopped down in the act of
splitting his kidling wood, he murmurcd
half aloud. "A dear child so like" the
fast coming tears for moment blinded him,
and with gesture almost Of impatirnce he
drove the huge jack knife not only the whole
length Of ths slingle. hut far enough into his
hand to call forth a 5ounicous supply of
lire's crimson. Henrietta brought cold water
though her father declared it was just moth
ing at all, but he suffered her to bandagc the
slight wound; a deeper indention had been
made in the cold man heart.
We call him cold because he was con,in,l-
ally checking those warm springs of affection
that (ertilize the heart. identifying ones life
with holy deeds love. IL allowed the best
impulses of his nature to be smotherd by a
cold reserve, springing from an unnatural and
foolish pride. The god ike sentiments that
the Great Author of all had so richly endowed
him with, had become consealcd by an icy
prudence that fcigncd superior strength and
wisdom. With the thought Of weakness. tho
every day look of busy indifference came back
to the features of farmer Bacon, Henrietta 5
sweet face for the time seemed forgotten.
The mornings work was completed. To
the child it seemed long and wvarsomc
task. The mother said bat little, her mind
was apparently centered upon her domestic
duties to exclusion ofal Others. Henrietta 's
rosing fancits were continually checked by
abrupt inquiries from her compnnion relating
to tue days work At last she was at liber-
y--even the hated knitting for once was
oreotten--pinning a small blanket over her
head and gathering it in graceful folds about
her neck, the little girl directed her steps to
the barn. Sadly, with feeling akin to pain
she gazcd upon the two noble horses. Tread,
tread, tread. would they never stop-must
they keep moving could they progress no
farther! The dark eyes grew wonderfully Y
large; her mind was busy. and vivid COM
parison was being made between the monoto-
nous routine of every day life and the cease.
less tramp of the horses. Just then one of
the men touched one of them lightly with a
whip. II won't have it, she exclaimed
starting forward: "stop them" The man
louked up, while look alternately Of surprise
and amusement crossed his face. Mr.. Bacon
came from the farther end of the barn to see
what had happened. if anything was broken.
\ loud laugh answered his inquiry: All angry
flush stole to the siil's brow, drawing herself
iro0dly up she ,urutd ar,d walked la lily