St. Charles Republican intelligencer. (St. Charles [Charles City], Iowa) 1856-1857, 1857-01-01

heg husbands brow, and being herself
worn out and longing for rest, She at
length yielded, and went into the next
room to get the box which contained
many precious relics, the gifts of her
parents and other. friends. Over these
dropped bitter tears, as she took them
up one by one, pressed them to her
lips, and then replaced them in the
box. But there were other Jewels
there, of which she took no heed at the
moment, though valueless in them
selves, yet destined to be the source
of inestimable blessings to her.
Charles took the book eagerly from
her hand, and telling her he should be
back soon, bade her retire to rest, and
rushed from the house. The weeping
wife sunk exhausted upon her solitary
couch, and for the first time for many
months fell into deep slumbcr. The
Gambler returned to the haunt he had
left and left as his associates thought
anfeXpressed it, 'quite cleaned out"
They were somewhat astonished at
his speedy return, and his look of ex-
ultation. Guess Charley's got lift"
says one and "let him fork over,y
says another, "well soon strip him.
Charles took the box from his pocket,
and opened it he had not done so be-
fore he left home. Why does he start
as if an adder had stung him? The
jewels were all there, untouched, even
amid the want and suffering to which
he had doomed his lovely wife. What
then appalled, him? There, in his own
nand writing, were the fond and i'm
passloned letters he had written when
he wished to win the sweet Emma Lin
ton. There were the letters, he had
written in her praise There were the
he had given her, and there
was the ring, which, with the pastors
prayer and blessing, had bound them
to each other and there were these
verses which his neglected wife had
written in her moments of desponden-
cy with faint hope Of recalling his
Affections ......a ~,..r..
Thou vert my aiored one-my husband my all, .f''
Ny pathway seemed srewed with bright flowers ,
wished not my chtldhood's gay hours TO recall ,.t
For !2vc with its blessings was ours . E.. ........
y" sha'"w OF doubt crossed my bosom the WHILE
As stood at the altar with thee '.'
For heard bat thy voice and saw hat thy smile,
And Aie Was all sunshine t. me- ..-.s ..s
Ia Tie angels own book was recorded ely vow -..s
To love, to protect and To quite .......-
Why that moment recall. thou st forgotten it now,
And her who was once thy sole pride.
once listened with joy thy ootstrp drew nigh .E
And welcomed the days happy close ...... .s.-
Now sad and alone the long hours pass by p
And night brings to me no rcposc
The dark harnts of vice arc thy chosen abode
And the wine cup is drained with delight
Thy fortune is wasted-thy health is destroyed, +a
And eXtiRgushed is reasons pure light .E
Come back to the heart in joy, sorrow, or woe. .s
Stll fontly and truly thine Own; .. 81,
List to friendships kind voice. chase the cloud from my
= ,>' >of L e'Eo me III sadness aehe' Throw, ,
Dark dreams of the future now rise on my soul
Oh, how the rough storm shall brave2 "
Thoughts rusllon my mind, that cannot control ~ =
The sole refuge from which seems the grave lG
Come back, like the Dove, with the olive OF peace "
Bringing joy to this desolate breast
Restore Thy love- that tlfs. anguish may cease,
And the gricr-strekcn spirit have rest.
Though forgotten thy vowI1l remember thy love-
In happier hours, ali mne .....
And iorsty tns the past by devotion will prove
That this heart is still worthy OF thine, . E. ... p.
The ieers Of lis pronigatc compan-
ions fell uI.necaed upon his car. Their
invitations to come forward and re-
deem his losses, If he could with his
newly acquired treasure, CALLED him
to- the very soul. Springing up and
,l,cptpr +ho ,,roc;n,,1 h,,, ~ :or-ol. +o q
his heart, he exclaimed, No, no,
keep your ill-gottcn gains, this is tho
last time ever enter these doors"
h TILE BRIGHT SIDE ~ .-
Emma awoke from a long refreshing
slumber late in the morning. Her first
thoughts were for her child, and she
turned quickly towards it's little crib.
1t WAS empty She started up with
Il shrek OF terror, but what was her
astonishment to behold by the side of p
her bed, Charles, her idolized husband
with their darling boy seated on his
knee. Her voice interrupted the art 81
less prattle of the child, and the fond
caresses of the repcntant father
" Emma, my life, my love, my angel
wife, forgive me-" he exclaimed, ~
have been mad, bat | am mad no lon
ger. | have dashed the cxhilarating
cup from my lips forevcr-I have sga- d.
ed The piedgr-and returned to my home
and happiness changed man. Raise
thy head, sweet wife, and smile as you
did when / first clasped you to my
heart. Never more shall you suffer
through my neglect! See warm
fire and comfortable breakfast await
you, and there is your box of jewels,
the contents of which fave wrought
your husbands salvation from total
ruin" st