St. Charles City Republican intelligencer. [volume] (St. Charles City [Charles City], Iowa) 1857-1861, 1858-03-25
the old expression of pride came


back.
"Aha-I see, sec," he cried. You
think | meant to take you into my
house, and place You on social par
with my servants?"
Oliver looked surprised in turn.
"Am | right ~
"Why-yes, sir"
And would you thank me for that?'
Yes, sir, because | am confident
that you would propose nothing to a
| dependent which was not meant for
good"
"Thank you, Olivcr-thank you.
But | meant no such thing-I have
no son-a-l meant for you to come
and occupy place in my family as
an honored and respected member of
that family. Now will you Gomez"
Oliver Hudson started up and caught
his employer by the hand. He tried
half-a-dozcn times to speak, and finally
managed to say
II should be very happy, sir--very
j."
X x
The dwelling of Elisha Rushton was
one of those quiet, unassuming struc.
lures, which would seldom be noticed
as the abode of wealth were it not for
the extensive conservatory, the open
garden, and the carriage house.
Where land is worth almost its own
superficial area in silver coin, only
great wealth can retain such sources
of qualification. Within the mer-
chants house all was substantial and
Of real worth. The furniture was
massive the pictures of the first
class; the ornaments pleasing to the
eye and to the sense while the whole
was made subservicnt to comfort.
Mrs. Rushton was a woman of sound
practical sense, having started in life
as the wife Of a poor clerk and being
able now to look back upon the past,
and feel that at every upward step
she had been by her husbands side
never tagging behind to be lifted up,
nor pulling upon him to drag him
back.
They had but one child-a daughter
named Emily. She was now fifteen
inst year younger than Oliver
She was what fashionable people
would call 50 so' She was not q
beauty, because there was particular
"Ayie' to her features. In frame she
was full and plump; and in feature
fair and rosy. Her face was a bed OF
roses and sweet smiles, and her laugh
tor was inspiring In short, she was
one Of those whom Love marks for it.
own. Her appearance inspired none
of that awe and distant admiration
which your set beauty commands but
the first feeling upon becoming ac
quainted with Emily Rushton, was
confidence aud love.
And into that society was Oliver
Hudson thrown. For a while he seem
ed fearful Of approaching too near, but
gradually this feeling wore off, and a,
the end of six months they were free
and easy in each others society. And
this feeling had not been divers
alone. No, no. Emily had for long
time treated him differently from what
she treated all other male acquaintan.
ces. She had been more distant and
reserved, and far more respectful.
But as we just said, this all wore off,
and they became happy as could be in
each others society. Oliver was a
better looking youth than most OF
those who visited there, and then he
had that in his soul and brain which
supplied the material for many hap,
py and profitable hour
Three years had passed away from
the time Of the two boys entrance in.
to the great city. They were now
eighteen years OF age.
Albert Ryder was an excellent
salesman, and as he managed to sticl;
to his business during business hours
his employer asked no questions.
But Oliver Hudson saw what many
others did not see, for he looked
through the eye Of love and solicitude
He saw that Albcrt's face was not SO
fresh and fair as it used to be the
eye was not SO clear and bright and
the step was not 50 firm and buoyant
Albert" he said as the two met
one evening at the store of a mutual
friend, who was on the verge Of bank.
ruptcy, and with whom the former
had associated much of late, "will you
let me speak few plain words with
you!'
"Pooh ! What's the use? know
all You would say, OH
Never mind, let me speak. Come
let us walk"
There was something so calm and
sincere about divers manner, and at
the same time So dignifcd, that Albert
could not refuse 50 they walked
out.
Albert commenced the other, in
deep, earnest tone, you are going
down hill -
"Me! Do,cn hill 2" repeated Al,
bert, in surprise.
Yes-going down hill You are
becoming the slave of appetite--of a
base and dangerous appetite Stop
Let me speak. | aim at your good
at your good alone. God bear me
witness when | say-for your good |
would suffer much You are not
safe Ah-you can feel it now. Your
eye, Albert, is not the eye you brought
from beneath your mothers roof
That red and blurred expression l can,
not see but with pain. Albert-my
friend-my well beloved-you are
standing on the brink-you can now
return in salety--a little while and il
may be too late You are becoming al
inebriate :"
Stop Oliver !" cried the young
prodigal. " iou wrong me now
You know better than that. Albert
Ryder become drunkard I? You
know better"
Albert-answer me truly. What
makes your eye so red, and your face
so pale? What makes your hand