The prairie news. [volume] (Okolona, Miss.) 1851-1875, 1858-07-29

Cottage; the quiet, sober household,
whose members. at the moment of its re-
ception, were on the point of retiring to
rest for the night.
Meet Lizzie at six p Was our dar.
ling indeed so near us : Two years and
three months had passed since our eyes
had been gladdened by her girlish beau
ty, since her voice had mingled with the
birl-music that floated all the long Sum-
mer DAYS among the naples. Two years
and three months she had been buried
among books, in far away city, bowing
her sunny curls over algebra, geometry
and philosophy, astronomy and botany,
French and Latin; patiently at first, be-
cause her parents desired it; afterwards
cbeerfully, to please the teachers she had
learned to love; and at last zealously,
from pure thirst for the treasure these
studies unlocked TO her. But it was over
now, these toilsome wears, and she was
on her way once more-our Lizzie-our
net and pride-we should "meet her at
SIKH ,.
She had left B. in the morning; had
iourneycd without stopping all day; this
we guessed at once; and at eight in the
morning. finding hasty opportunity, she
had telepraphed to us the words above.
At six, the Eastern train arrived at our
station; Lizzie was to ride all night, for
the sake Of reaching home thus early
1t was like her; impulsive, warm heart
ed child that she was.
How little we slept that night What
slight sounds aroused us: how early we
were all astir-eyen the baby, and the
white-baired grandfather. "Meet Liz
zie. eli ?" he said: "aye, indeed, will
we!' And the old mans voice caught
a youthful tone. and his crutches an elias
tic moyement. as he hobbled about the
house. giving orders, as if all the respon-
sibiIity rested upon him, to be sure.
There was Hannah, too, bewldering
the mother about breakfast. "Did Liz
zie like coffee or cocoa hest !" And
would she make biscuits or waffies e
And the mother, smiling all the llme,
nodded her head to everything, and went
hurrying about, with the grldlron IN one
hand and the egg-boller IN the other,
coaxing Fanny TO curl the baby's halr'
and looking at the clock every five min
utes. But Fanny, with mysterious spoon
fuls of something, was fitting up stairs
and down, leaving book here, flower
there, daguerreotype on the table, or a
rosy checked fall apple in the window
something for Lizzie to see and smile at.
Only the father seemed undisturbed.-
We noticed, to be sure, the dimples in his
cheeks, which Lizzie always said she
made with her fingers when she was a
baby looked deeper when ne smiled, and
that has volce was trlile less STEADY
when nc told Thomas TO bring Inc nor
ses; but ne dld not IKE TO DC considered
demonstalive man. so we looked sig
nihcantly at each Other and sad nothing
Still waters are sometimes very deep.
At last the carriage came round, and
we got in; two of us beside the other,
who was to drive. There was room for
more, but it was quite out of her line,
the mother said, TO go On dashing drive
! before breakfast so we left her on the
piazza with pickle.dish in her hand, and
wiping her eyes with her, apron. .
1t was half a mile to the depot, and the
sun had not quite risen when we started
How balmy the air was, that soft Sep
tember morning. We Thought, cyclists
that we were, in cur happiness, that ma
ture sympatized with us. 1t seemed as
if there had never been so fair sun ris-
ing before, and as if half the glory Of
| the morning would have been wasted had
not Lizzie been coming home. T.
The cars had not arrived when We
stopped at the station, but we heard the
whistle of the locomotive, not very dis.