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

the hour-glass of time, or the scythe of
death, would stand between them in this
life.
Stephen Sellon pulled his hat over his
eyes, aud bent his steps towards the lit
tie inn, where his worldly goods were
packed ready for transit, in depressed
and remorseful state of mind He was
miserable enough, and though he bit his
lips and clsnched his teeth, it was hard
work to keep the tears from starting. |.
was in vain that he inwardly exhorted
himself not to feel this wringiug pain at
his heart; and he repeated to himself, at
first mentally, and afterwards aloud for
greater effect, that hard, wise saying of
Queen Elizabeth "Time will comfort US,
and why not do for ourselves Times Of
6.e?' Nature, not manhood, was upper
most. His dinner was dispatched, and
then he lighted his pipe, crossed his legs,
and gazed mood!ly into the fire. He fold
cd his arms tightly across his chest,
thinking of her. Then he opened the
window, and leant out with same romantic
idea that the wind would watt her breath
to him, or that the same moon should
look down on both. lie had not natur-
ally genius for elftorture; quite the re-
verse; but in love man will do such
things. In his minds eye he beheld her
as his wife; aud, again, he saw her fret
ted and worn, struggling for her father
with adyers, circumstances, aud sinking
quietly but surely, while his arms would
be far from her. Then an organ-boy adj
ded his mite of torture, and commenced
Angiol d'amore, song he had often
head Margaret sing; he turned away as
if he had been stung. II suggested un-
fathfulness, and he tried to recall her ac-
tual words. No VOW had been given,
though much had been implied. 50, be-
ing driven from the window by the organ,
he returned and faced his friend, the fire,
watching ring after ring of pale blue
smoke ascend until he fell into sort of
doze, then st,rted up, looked at his
watch, got his luggage together, aud
hurried off in time to catch the night
train for town.
lie got into an empty second-class car
riage, placed his carpet-bag under his
head spread his plaid on the seat, stretch
ID himself at full length, aud awoke in
London. The sharp morning air, the
murky atmosphere, the huge pile of hou
ses, broke on his eyes as he yawned and
shivcred with that uneasy, unwashcd sen
sation, which nights travel generally
leaves. There was not more time than
sufficed to swallow a cup of hot coffee, ,ano
reach the south eastern terminus for the
down train to Folkstonc.
A merry little French peasant woman
J was waiting there, with her three children
to return to la belle France. Her colorct
handkerchief, gay earrings, and the for
egn appearance of the party, had seeur
: ed her the usual amount of staring will
which Britons usually favor strangers.
Stephen HANDED her into the carriage h
intended to occupy, and then her small
dark, black eyed children. At each sta
; ton they put their heads out of the win
dow, and exclaimed, in high pitched vol
ces and the most curious accent, "Ho,
) far is it to London, portaIr?' E'the
their thirst for this knowledge was insa
table or they understood the questio
: and not the answer, for they repeated tn
experiment at every opportunity, to tn
r intense delight of the guards. The littl
q vivacious woman chattedaway to Stepher
d she told him all her history, why she ha
h been to England and how she had foun
d the people kind, but sad; and not onI
r ignorant, but absolutely unteaehable,
It matters of cuisine. A sallow, lank gel
J. tleman, who sat opposite, Just at thispoi'
of the conversation suddenly directed
a. small stream of tobacco-juice cut Of Il
he window, managing with exquisite de
terity to avoid Sellon's nose by a hair
it breadth. Sellon looked up with an iret
ct expression.
n 81 guess l did that cleyerly," remar
his vis-a-vis.
as "Tll thank you not to do that again
y returned Stephen curtly.
:" "Do you practise splitting, SIR Z
Stephen, still in wrath: "Not SO ne
d, peoples faces,
,v "Well, now, reioined the passeng'
! who was an American, calculate l C;
> paste fly four yards of.
L. Three days from that time Stephen W
at Marseillcs, and was engaged there
to seaman's wages to work under the Ell!
neer in the peninsular and Oriental stea
ship Ava. 1t sailed, and he sped on
y way; if his heart was heavy, his sp'
ur was good; his belief in Margaret fait
re fu'ness was very considerable; his bel
in his ovn WIS amazingly firm.
IL 1t was perhaps dozen years after II
w that a lady, warmly clad in frs and sill
Ie- walked down the principal street OF We
don one winters day. She carried
small roll Of music under her cloak, a
, stopped at one of the large cloister
nc houses that fianked the cathedral in tn
'ut welI.bre gloom and stiffness. She ra