Butte record., 1857-01-17

IHoncOiHC IOVACu otiu4ilG tlCft, as
he threw his light curls from off hi:
broad white brow, and greeted the hos.
tess with low bow. Dot was lost in
admiration. John Temple touched
her arm and spoke of a handsome draw.
ing on the wall.
Yes, she replied, as she wondered
how long Fred Broa swell would stand
at the other end of the room coqueting
with Anna Wilbur, Or leaning over the
piano while Fanny Ross played, and
only noticing her by slight nod.
He does not care for me- and she
turned, determined to be interested
but after an hour of useless trying, she
placed her hand on his arm with a
weary 'let US 60 home
John steadied the little hand and led
her to the cloak room. He excused
himself moment to get his hat. Dot
felt some one else was near, but she
did not look up, low voice whispered
in her ear, you have seemed very hap
py this evening, you have laughed gai
ly and chatted cheerfully.'
'Why should l not have been p and
Dot dropped her eyes to hide the swell
ling tears.
| can give 70 reason why you
should not have been,' replied Fred,
but I had hoped you was not
Hoped | was not =
Yes, l had hoped my presence hsd
something to do with your happiness.
If my happiness depended on that,
[ fear | should not be happy long, if
had no more OF it than had this eve-
ning,'
Fred knelt on one knee and helped
her draw on the tiny ouer>hoe, saying,
IN reproa chful voice, do you suppose
l stayed from you purposely' Your
father has forbidden me to speak to his
child, but quick, there comes Temple.
| must have you IA little time all to my
SELF and he drew her out of the bal
cony.
An hour passed before Dot returned
and when she did John Temple was
standing in the centre of the DRESSING
room, with her heavy shawl thrown
across his arm. There was a sad look
in his eye that Dot had never noticed
before; he asked no questions, said not
word, for which Dot thanked him in
her heprt, but busted himself to pro-
tect her from the night air.
CHAPTER V.
.'Look ro3Rd tn, world hJw very few
know theif own good, or knowing it, pur sue, >
AS they passed down the green lawn,
a little bird from its humble nest war
bled sweet low song to the bright
moon.
'Would L were as happy as thou art,
innocent warblerl' exclaimed Dot.
we work out our own happiness, )
said Temple, gravely. 'On us entire
ly depend oar own veal Or wo in this
world, and in the next. How careful
and thoughtful we should be, one rash
hasty movement may seal our misery
for ever. We should perform our
task so as to obtain the blessing Of our
parents, and look up to the great Il am,
remembering He seeth US at all times
The tears swelled in Dots eyes as
she bad him a cold goodnight
'We work out our own happiness, ,
said Dot, as she slowly ascended the
steps. Il wonder if this act will prove
for my happiness 2 But | must have
no doubt, for the Rnbicon is passed.
Dear old room, | am going to leave
you leave you voluntarily, where l
was Graded, where [ sported in child
hood, where [ grew to womanhood. To
leave you and all [ love so well to roam
the world with him. Will he always
be as gentle with me as he has been
thus far O, not one doubt must en-
ter my soul | must trust him entirely.
| 90 forth without my parents bless
ing, ard, oh, have | not forgotten to
ask the blessing of my Heavenly
Father''
She fell upon her knees, her hands
were clasped together and her dark
eyes upthrown, but eer lips moved not
There was dark shadow passing over
her face, as though her soul was pierre
ed with agony; she strove to breathe a
PRAYER, but no sound came from her
| parted lips. The silence of the grave
was broken by low whistle.
He comes, and even interrupts my
communion with Heaven
| She stopped and caught her breath
as though her lips had uttered an un-
born thought. Again the whistle was
heard without, and hastily throwing a
cloak aromnd her shoulders, she began
to descend the stairs. She paused at
the door of her parents room there
was great conflict going on in her
mind The still small voice said, sGc
back and yet stonger, indescribabe
something drew her forward.
''Tis destiny l cannot resist O.
why did my father let me stay near
him, and learn to love him, if he did
not like him ,
She pressad her face against tn,
door, as thong that would stiil her beat.
ing heart, clasping her hands till tn,
mails cut the white flesh, she gave on,
glance upwards aud rushed down stairs
The great door moved noiselessly OF
its hinges, and dark fguae was a
her side.
o. Fred, am | not doing wickedly