Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1858-06-15

man was a drunken brute thea, and SC
the broad TInt--made of leaiher-which
Bony-face ave Jerry was not a soft one
/ by any means.
Did you see In your dreams, Dora, how
the old man buffeted the winds and the
storm, and staggered along towards home
with your name upon his ips2 He was
drunk, wasn't he7 The landlords whis-
/ key-warrant 10 kil-and the storm to-
gether made hard work for his old limbs.
and he got along very slowly.
Slowly He staggered so, and fell so
often! And sometimes you thought him
beaten by the storm, it took him so long
to get upon his legs again. But he struc-
gled bravely. He worked hard, for he
wanted 10 sec you,. Dora. He did not
care for life, for that was barren of ioy
TO him lo,sg ago, all save the little SPOT
kept green forsiove of you. ~----.
But how his honest heart swelled with
Indignation and shame when he remem-
bered old Bony-face Brute why Jerry
in intellect used to be away above him,
and his soul had always been, was, and
would be, as far above the little soul of
Bony-face as heaven is above earth. And
he-Jerry 5rown-turned out of doors by
Bony-face The old man clenched his
hand as he thought, and the angry blood
rushed III torrents to his face. Then the
shame of ii the disgrace of being used
thus by low, base, black hearted man
such as the landlord of the Bubbletown
Inn
And did you see in your dreams, Dora,
the tears that came into his eyes when he
thought Of you? Dora's father used thus?
For himself he did not weep but for you,
Dora.
He went SO very slow-step by step
slowly-sIowly. He fell now and then,
and lay so still for NONE Mt. The mid
night had passed, and he was not half the
way home yet. The storm went down,
aud stars glittered in the blue vault above
like diamonds. 1t was very cold at best
his limbs were getting benumbcd; f; his
teeth chatered, and he trembled more
The way grew long, and he was very
tired. lie could not see the beacon-light
by the window Of home.
" Dora my child! my daughter! Dora!"
Alas, the words came forth but little
above a whisper. Dora could not hear
him.
Must die out here in the cold, all
alone Poor Jerry Brown = 1t was
hard
And did you see him Dora, when he
crept, on hands and knees, over the snow
out of the road, and nearly climbed the
fence to get IN the battle-ground ? How
he crawled over graves hidden by the
snow till he touched with his icy hand the
l. 1. i i
place of your mothera How he nestled
down until he was close TO the sod, and
the grave closed oeer hinf How Ire
murmured prayer for Dora, and one for
himself, and yielded up life without
struggle2
Thus he went home The beacon-light
on the other shore was brighter than your
own, Dora. He wrapped himself in a
windlng-sheet of snow, AID bade farewell
to all the world. And the wintry winds
sang for him a lullaby, and chaunted
strange funeral hymns when all was over
and waited his soul to Heaven.
The old farmhouse went into other
hands then. They drove Dora away from
it, and like a lamb strayed from its moth
er and the fold, she wandered out into the
world to buffet its blasts alone.
And this was how she came to be a
"schoOl-ma'a am" This was how treasure
WAS given TO litlle children to learn, for
she taught them their A. B. C's, and they
loved her III return, and so they were to-
gether. There was never another teach
er like Dora, so kind, and gentle, and
loving.
But the snow-storm brooded over all
her young life. There was ever sha-
dow on her pale features which even the
heart-smile there couldn't drive away.
1t was a very cold world TO Dora, albeit
everybody loved her.
She was not very beautiful-indeed
she was quite plain. Her eyes were
plain gray, Int they lad a depth to them
uufathomabl ble- Her golden hair was
colnbed soberly back from brow that was
white all but the freci<les on it-and there
were freckles pIentifully scattered here
and there over her face which was spare
and thin. She was small, and her figure
was graceful she WAS never bounding
and Joyous, but always still and reserved
and moved so quiet, wherever she went.
that she attracted very little notice.
And after all there was beauty il her
looks sometimes which was very pleasing.
Il partook more Of heaven than of earth,
though, when she raised her eyebrows
and looked out timidly, as if frightened
at her own boldness, or when her pure
soul swelled within her for JOY, or grief,
or Indignation.
Years had flown, and left Dora a wo-
man beyond the teens. The storm would
no; 60 away, and the fakes grew thick
every day, and the winds howlcd dreariiy
around her as she grew.
But somebody loved her very much
\ fine young fellow, who was rich, and
dazhing, and good-loo&ing, and, better
than all, who carried large heart under
has waIstcCat.
One day he asked her TO be bis wife
She was weary with being alone so long,
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