The Cecil Whig., 1857-04-04

tuie tnat nrSt won ms coylnil allrctonS; TO
the dreaming maiden that had taken his name
long year : before. " hence had lied tie eicc
fu music of L,r voice Wh,ncc the merry
smiles that once dimBled her face with beau
ty She had been a loving. dntlul compan-
ion, you could read her whole life in the pa
tlcnt. staid caieworn expression that rested
upon her brow. Mr.. Bacon knew, now. that
he bad not been 10 iar Nh that he should he
had loved but not cherished; ami his heart
smole him. With sigh he turned to his
daughter. lie loved TO gaze into the calm
eyes, in whose depths lay revealed wealth
Of affection n,vcr before prztd. The sick
than was b ginning TO feel his own wants,
and TO realize that they, wife and child must
have theirs. He felt that his former life was
wrong, that it lacked the keystone of happi-
moss: and yet he knew not how TO begin right
O.htr troubles soon cloulcd his brow. What
was o become Of them wi,hont the labor of
his willing !ands2 lie was one day express
ing his Fl ars in regard to the future, when he
WAS interrupted by il,nrictta, Father, over
heard Deacon Copeland talking about the
same thing yesterday, and he says you might
he rich man if von would only manage a
little differently. There was Squire White
that wanted the ten acre lot that Joins his,
that he would give slmo;t any price for it,
And '
'Wcll, say on. Henrietta
"Why, he said he thought it was wrong
for you to keep your land 50, cheating YOUR
s,lf and other folks too: that fifty acres. well
ulod, would bring YOU twice the value yearly
YOU now get from the whole farm. He won
dcrcd how persCn endowed with So large
share of common sense, should so err regard
ing agricultural matters"
'Weli, | don't know" said Mr. Bacon
looking much troubled, '.so,i'clhug must be
done; have you noticed chow pale and sad
your mother looks lately, ! fear it's worri-
ment Of mind. | can't bear to see her suffer
If we could only liX it all up without troubling
her. Things can't be any worse certain,
though did hope to retain this narrow strip
Of land that inherited"
81 AIN sorry said anything about it if it
makes you so unhappy, replied the daughter
smoothing back the heavy hair from the faith
er's forehead. Il will ask Deacon Copeland
To come and see you, and perhaps you will
feel better after you talk it over with him
I'm sure he is good man, and would not atl.
wise you to do anything to your injury. |
wish Mr. Boston would come, Lr always
knew just what was best "
''Do you love Mr.. Boston. my child 2 said
Mr.. Bacon, while an almost painful expires
sion fitted ACROSS his face. a moment after
he was ashamed of his srlhshn,ss, and he
finished the qu, stion with smile. A faint
flush warmed the maiden check, it was SO
unlike her Gather to ask.
'lcs, love him. but not, perhaps, as YOU
mean; love him. for he is good and noble.
aud has ever been one of my best friends
long to see him again, but ! shall meet him.
father, as would brother kall if lie had
lived My heart is here with You and yours ;
\ few days after the fore going conversation
Deacon Copeland might have b,en seen ut tn,
cottage in earnest conversation with farmer
Bacon. Four weeks from tina; tinc Mr.. Ia.
con owned Just eighty Of lhc two hundred
acre farm. In one corner Of the tig chest
that had always stood at the foot Of his bed
was a nice litllc heap OF silver; and Jerry
Alton, good looking smiling fellow oftw,n-
ty-one sat in the chimney corner each even
ing and read history and politics to his en-
ploycr. A visible change was going ON about
The premises. Old broken down fences ere
rooted up. and neat, substantial railinrs took
their places. Jerry Alton knew a .hin,, or
two and if he was going to he over>cer h,
would really like to experiment a little.
Mr. Bacon looked rather hig hl, ned at first.
lie did not like to lose slght Of his money.
but finally, lust to please the youup man
who had really managed finely thus Gar h,