The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1858-10-07

minds, until the oar dropped from her lis,l o.,
hand, aad the boat ceased its motion entirely.
Not cloud was in the sky, not breeze stir
red ever SO small ripple upon the lake. She
leaned over to gaze down its clear depths, and
an Undine answered back her look. Lo there
she saw no fairy's face but her own-yst not
her own az she had been accustomed to seeing
it. Nature was telling her the truth. She
would have been excusahle for playing Mar
cissus and falling in love with herself for
the face which looked up to her was the en-
bodiment Of all that is agreeable in youth,
beauty and innocence. The broadness Of the
cheeks, the twist Of the eyes-where were
they? Ro.alind gazed asd gazed and smiled
-she poaderei, too, and finally came to =
concluson.
She was not so ignorant Of the laws Of
science as not to know that those pellucid
depths would be more apt to tell her the truth
than the mirror which hung in her chamber.
$50 | am beautiful, after ali!''
As she whispered this delghtedly, leaning
over still nearer to the fair reflection which
smiled back upon her, sudden flaw Of wind
stole eurgling across the lake and struck un.
der the slight skiff, which wa. already too for
from its perpendicular, and upset it-so quick
lv that Rosaliud had not even time to catch its
side before she went down TO the embrace Of
the faithless image which had wiled her into
such danger.
Oh! il she could have taken warning from
this disastrous occurrence, never again to be
hceuiled by her own charms! @ s'sh
But perhaps it was too late to take lesson
from anything again in this life-for she went
down-and arose-caught vainly at the i'm
palpable air-and sank again. 2ie
In the meantime. while she had been so en-
gagged with her discovery, boat in the dis
tance had been rapidly approaching nearer
The cry which she gave when she found her
self in the water, caused it to redouble its
speed and by the earnest exertions Of the oe-
cupant, it reached the spot Of danger just in
time for him to seize those streaming curls
before the waves closed over their brightness
FOR the last time.
She was insensible when Frederick Perciva1
lifted her into his boat. He did not need to
be told who the lovely girl was who lay like 4
statue in his arms. He had long worshipped
at distance the star whose elimination was
watched so jealously by that old astrologer,
her father. This was an opportunity which
the fates had evidently thrown in his way
that is, il it were not too late to profit by it
which might be, for she neither breathed nor
stirred. He was an athletic youth, and he
rowed with all his strength. The moment he
reached the shore, he snasched up bis burden,
whose weight be hardly felt, so excited was he,
and ran up the Embroidered walk to the por-
tico, where the Doctor sat at his leisure, read
ing learned treatise upon electricity.
This was time for DR.. Goldstone to be
thankful for his grea. medical skill. A less
experienced person might never have brought
the breath back to those youthful lips. He
did it, calmly, successfully. Than, whsn res
toration was sure, he began to tremble, aud
the voice was broken in which be expressed
his thanks to her preserver.
OF course Frederick Percival called the
next day, to inquire after the health Of Miss
Goldstone, and Of course she was not refused
permission to thank him personally for the
services rendered.
And so, before her father. had dreamed of
her being anything but little girl, Rosalind
had lover.
Txvv, r.