The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1858-05-13
Jeannette,s 'sOid StOry.o

In the face and said: 'vou have been verv TO-,
of me. Jeannette.' Il have ALWAYS been Mon
sieur lie Cornte's faithful servant,' replied
say that you have been very fond of me :
, ne said again, 'ar d you know what I mean.
did kr"w it we'll enough, and though I wa.
girl no longer, though that folish time wa
over, was still woman, and nv moor fac
felt all on fire. MY young master said again
do not think did not see il, do not think dit
not care for il; the truth is, Jeannette' he said
speaking quite warmly, that was much toe
fond OF yon myself to bring you to shame. >
word could not answer; nv legs SHOOK
under me. After all, he had liked me. Oh
never-never as had loved him but still he
had liked meas young man likes a pretty
girl, with rosy cheeks and black ewes: bu,
still ne had liked me. NV young master sigh
ed, and said again: Jeannette, / am DIVING
and the dark DAYS are cominc,-tbe revolution
was broodng-'and I must leave a poor little
wife and child to God alone knows what fate
!eannelte, never forsake them-though the
whole world should abandon them. be true to
them as you have at all times been true TO me
Ine people will rise against their masters and
take sore vengeance for the past; the servant
will besray the hand that gave it bread; bu, Won.
Jeannatte, oh yon will never forget that YOU
have been dear to your. masters heart, and "a
cree as any lady TO your master honor, He
sank back quite tired. l knelt down bv his
bed, and I kissed the hand of the noble gentle
man who had scorned to tempt to sin fond
and foolish girl, poor PEASANTS daughter. I
vowed, that as | had loved him, would slsYr
MS wife, his child, and stehsnnnette, breaking
.nl.q, ul,~lss5kste y sobs and tears. sHis little
wife had been the darling of his heart-dd
she not become the darling Of mine? When
she lost home and fortune in the Terror, did
not work for her and her baby? Let her tell
him in the next world, where she so soon fol-
lowed him let her tell him if, while she liv-
ed, Jeanette ever suffered toll and labor to
stain the little white hand he had been so fond
of kissing"
Jeanette ceased; "a long pause followed;
when the old woman spoke again it was in
wholly altered tone.
"Does Mademoiselle know" she said, sadly
and gravely, "why I have told her so old
story?"
Adele looked up like one awakening from
dream, and said, quietly
sNo, Jeanette. l do rot know-why was
it?''
The natural question seemed TO embarrass
Jeanette considerably; nevertheless she said:
"Mademoselle may see that what undid me
was my masters kindness. Had he not been
so kind he might have been the handsomest Of
cared for hlm-nor 9th erwise at least than as
my master"
"Of course not" replied Adele.
''But Ambassadors Mademoiselle know
what kineness can do? 1t melts heart, as the
spring sun thaws snow; it makes the strong
one weak as little child
Adele smiled at something in her own
thoughts, and said, soft y:-
'.Yes, Jeanette, kindness is sweet and warm
as the warm sum-"
"And the sun is good for age, and danger
Gus to YOUTH" said Jeanette, looking troub-
led. "Oh! it will not do for girls to whom
gentlemen are kind, to think too much about
kindness. Who would not like to look at a
girl Of sixteen, with rosy cheeks, blue eyes,
dark hair, and face as bright as that Of the
morning? But to look is not to love! Who
would not be kind to little thing that never
harmed fly, that runs about like kid, that
runs about like kitten and sings like bird,
and laughs so sweetly that one can never tell
which is most pleasant to listen to her laugh
or her songl But, oh! that kindness of gen.
teman to child is not the love of man for
a woman"
The red lips of Adele parted, her blue eyes
parted with amazemen..
'And them" sadly pursued Jeanette, with
out looking at her, s'.he liking of some men
ay, and of the best-is often a strange thing.
For your ALL they will give you back a LIT
TIE, and stop there: Love you they cannot
that time is not yet come for them, or it is
gone By. Marry you they will not, you are
too young or too poor; but a little through
vanity-God help US we are all weak!-a
little through blindness, little because they
do not know the mischief they are doing, they
let you love, and when they marry some one
else, or go off with themselves, and never
return, they are very sorry for you. But VIII,
were you so foolish or so fond?"
Adele started to her feet, red like a crimson
flower. "Hush, Jeannette, )" she cried, ,"hush
no morep'
And, springing through tie door. she van
ished.
s'Too late," groaned Jeanette; 81 shoul'
. have spoken before-too latep,
Mr.. P.'s little daughter came running to he
aunt one dav, saying;
"Aunt Kate, Aunt Kate; little Matte ha:
swallowed buttonp'
Seeing her terror, her aunt calmy replied:
"Well, what good will that do her?" Tn
child very seriously,
!, ssNot any good as see, unless she swallow
button hole!"
r Every Farmer on the prairie should make
a point to plant few dozen trees ever
spring. If he cannot get the kinds he want.