The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1857-04-09
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vest, and somehow people los. sight of
them"
"And Justin 7"
"You know the reft my child. Ho
became moody, unhappy man, asking
no sympathy and giving none But he
was always smart o, bargain, and in q
ew years he laid up enough to buy out
Deacon Plut,'s farm, when his son NOV.
ed to the South.
Ever since he has added acres to bis
land and hundreds to the banks but
for all that be is man sourcd toward
all bis race-a man who was never known
10 give little child a smile, or beggar
crust Of bread. l have sometimes
thought his heart was like o gaest des-
ert, without tree to shade, or stream
to gladden. il. And yet it bore bright
blossom once and believe me children,
for it is the word of au old woman who
has seen aud known much Of the ways
Of man, it is so always The heart may
be great wilderness, but IN some Of It's
Jy7cays there has gro7cn aorer.'
Cora aud l looked at each other, and
at uncle Charlie Just then aunt Mary
came iD. She had been out, and had
not heard of grandma Deanes uisit.
But Cora stole up to her uncle and,
winding her arms around his neck,
whispered
I shall believe it always, uncle Char
lie, now ! have heard the story of Farm
.er Keep, that there is blossom IN the
0ilderness Of erery heaH.'
1t was a sultry August day passed
at Meadow Brook. The wind, low and
slanberous as the hush Of o mothers
voice at nigh,fall, crept up through the
corn, and down among the rye aud wheat
fields, that lay like broad green folds
about the dwelling Of farmer Keep
There was no poem Of flowers written
about the front yard no graceful har-
monizing touches of creeping vino or
waving curtains about the old red home
stead, and yet it had quiet, substan-
tial, matter Of fact physiognomy that
somehow made home feeling about
your heart
think it must have been this uncon-
,cious feeling which decided the course
IF tho girl who stood at the point whero
.he.e two roads diverged, aud gazed
Histfully about her that afternoon.
She seemed very tired, aud her coarse
straw bonnet and caiico dress were GOV.
cred with covered with dust. If you
lad looked in her face you would not
lave forgotten it. 1t could not have
cen more than fifteen summers. 1t
vas very pale, and its sweet, sad beauty
made you think Of nothing but forest
aowors dreuchea with summer rains.
Her eyes were of that deep moist
blue that rolls out from under tho edge of
April clouds, and her lips ipc and full
as meadow strawberries, had that touch
ing sorrowlnlness about them which tell
always that the heart beneath is full Of
tears,
The girls hand claSped tightly the
little BOYS by her side. Tho resem-
bance between them would have told
you at once that they were brother and
sister, but his life could not have covered
more than third of hers.
The little fellows eyes were full Of
ears, and the bright curls that crept
,ut from his hat were damp with mois-
ure. He was hungry and tired and
notherlcss what sadder history can one
Ell of little chllds
There, Benny, cheer up. We will
o to that old rcd house and sec what
&C cen do. Don't it look nice, with
be great tree in front y said the girl in
tone OF assumed checrfulncss, as she
uickencd her steps.
Yes (, but | am so tired, Lucy If
only had biz piece Of bread and but
err
Well, dear, 1 will try TO get you
ONE there. 1t don't seem like begging
o ask for it in the country
A few minutes later she opened the
he broad back gate, and went to the
,itcben door Farmer Keeps house.
old woman with yellow white
,ap, and check apron tied over her