The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1858-09-30

THURSDAY, SEP
cies Of hired servants. He was one of those
men whose eyes ere Axsd upon distant sum-
mits, but who stumble right over ths little a.
fairs Of everyday.
Long sftsr his friends began to talk and nod
asd whisper, and almost % fors-warn, he saw
nothing wrong in bis household. Il wss Par
adiss 10 him, and he was blind TO all blsmish-
e.. 30 he sAock came upon him unaware
He had been FOR several weeks entirely dsvo-
ted to . SERIES Of chemicd experiments which
he wss making, and out ol which he hopsd "a
hiring sssult that would make the world wiser.
For time, hs shsd scarcely eaten, drank OF
slept, and now, one midnight, b. brought Aia
lab0rs 10 . sueessseul close s.9sis q
"My dasliag Eleanor must be the inst ia
hear of my triumph" !" be whispered, and lsav-
ing bic laboratory, hs stole through the quiet
apAi tuents until Ne reached ths door Of hsr
chamber. This luxurisntly furnished, and, to
him. almost sacred room, be never sntersd
without something Of the defsrsatial joy Of q
bridegroom. He knocksd softly 1t the doer--
no answer was returned. "My darling slseps.'
he lnurnursd, sntsri,g upon tip-toe, that he
might gaze upon her slumber,ng beauty.
The lamp which swung from the centre Of
the tented cslllD6 Ard which gave out fra
ersnce like censsf - II burned, glewsd dimly,
throwins-a dusky splsndor upon she promi-
nent features Of the room, and deepening by
contrast each luxurious work. He advanced
eagerly to the, bed end drew aside the lace
draperies which custained it. She was no,
there. ~ si3 y-1
!"Shs must have gone to the opera,-I re-
member she told me that there was . new
prima-donua to appear tonight" hs said--bu
be sighed, Tor he felt that be had neglected hel
for long time, and now hefelt like confAinl
his hard won success to her. Bate, ere wAs
still somsthing in the room to protect him from
absolute Loneliness. A soft, uneasy breathe
which echoed his, caused him to look round
sud discover his little girl in the crib which
stoo at the foot Of the couch. She was ssleeF
and had just, with one OF the restless move
meats Of childhood, thrown out her arns end
feet from the silken cover. The crib had
been, one Of her fond fathers many costly
gifts ;--lstle Doves and Cupids, sxqaisitsly
carved. hoversd at tha corners, holding up the
curtains, and the whole device was like piecs
Of fairy's workmanship. The lovslisst thing
about It, though, was the little sleeper. Thi,
was but the sscond suiamer Of her growth
she was at that enchanting age when infantils
wiles and bewitchments ara the most profuss
A her father stole to her side and looked at
her, he wondered how he had remained from
her 20 much his hsart accused him Of nsglec,
Of the treasures that were his. $50 like her
mother-her beautiful mother r' he murmursd
leaning over the dimpled hands and roseate
cheeks without daring:.to kiss them, Tor fear ol
disturbing that innocent. .slumbsr. As hs, OBJ
served the little naked limbs, he drew the cover
ing over them. wondering whore the child's
attendant was, and why she was thus left atone
aud neglected In her mothers absence.
Thinking to keep watch for the rnomsntly-
expected absent one. he looked on the tabl.
beneath the lamp FOR book. He did not find
one, but instead, anote, the reading Of which
sufficed him. 4; R 81 oft,f'sIG} fEt
Can you imagine person whose soul and
senses are are bathed in warmth and light, who
listens to music, breathss perfumes, and dream,
Of love, torrsin an instant from the pressnas ol
the believed, from the sweet sounds, the melo-
dy, and the glow OF the sunlight, aud thrust
out ioto stormy winter midnight, the door.
barred, against him, the darkness bewildetins
him, the storm dsencbing, the cold penetrating
him2 Or > person walking slong over SUM
mer grass and flowers, with his eyes 6xsd upon
the blue Of . sun-lit sky, who steps uneon-
scionsly over the brink Of . prscipics and
falls measureless depth, and lies, dashed in
rieces, hopeles OF aid, yet who does not and
cannot die? These desperate cases, and many
others, more 70 be be; dreaded. you might i'm.
agins, and, still have no conception Of the
change which passed over the life Of Ralph
Goldstone, e be read the nots-a dainty sheet,
soft a. . ross-lsaf, aod traced BY daintisr
hands M ste
"RALPH: t ,5 ,,s le
When you read this, shall be Far away,
never to return to you. lido no: ask your for
giveness, Tor | do not deserve it, aud cannot
possibly have 1t. To thank you for the past
would Be to remind myself Of my own insrat-
itacs. Isay nothing, except that am doing
wrong. You do not love me a. require to
be loved. You are cold-absorbsd in yoaE
speculations and theories. am OF an Italian
parsntase, and your indifference cAilis ne. {
have been sr-psrsuadsd by oss who loves
me more - my nature demands. You ns4d
not look fos ~, for vs shall BE- on our way to
Europe by,ths hour at which you discovsr
this. I will prove to you that ] sn not satirs-
u cruel, b. leaving ysu our child. Ny heart
yearna to take h4r with us-.but yeu love hes
- much a. you can aaything-and you will
make : bettsr parsns than {. Do act hate her
Tor her mothsr's s,ss-sAs d innsesnt.
"a, i,e.~s a ,s,ls s. su ELsAnoa."
Great Godi what stone was that b roll
over oas q The most unssl6sh aad sarnssl a
human heartsi He sat, with the note dropped
q bis tsst, until the child awoks in the norn-
Ing. Oaes duriag thsss hours, the rseord a