St. Charles City Republican intelligencer. [volume] (St. Charles City [Charles City], Iowa) 1857-1861, 1858-07-29
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4" cannot help it, my child. 1t will
be some two hours yet before ! can
go. | have several papers to copy
that must be done tonight And hc
again bent his eye on the page before
him.
oh, can do them, father. l can
copy them all, and so well, too. if you
are not here to tell me- was said
plcadingly.
Mr.. Ashland looked up into the
sweet girls face.
" Are you not going, too, Eva -
" No, no, do not wish to. But,
} dear father, it will be late. And they
Will be SO impatient and, and--do
| you not wish very much to sec the
celebrated member of Congress that
there is so much said about?
And have yoN no curiosity TO be-
hold the renowned Mr.. Sherwood, Eva ?
And Mr.. Ashland smiled as he awaited
a reply.
No, no. don't know. I will
most likely have an opportunity be-
fore he leaves the place"
And then was added, thoughtfully,
But | know he is all that is great
and good and noble. His mind is ma
jestic, and his intellect is lofty and
proud. His eloquence, it is said, is ir-
rcs'stlble, unapproachable. His words
| have read with awe and admiration.
They are on every living lip. They
are swcetly stealing over the hearth
stones of our own free homes. and
are thrilling back, in wild, deep echoes.
through the land. The voice of genius
speaks, and the world bends low to
listen to the holy whisperings that are
not Of earth"
Mr.. Ashland smiled at his daugl-
ter's unconscious enthusiasm. and re-
signed TO her his seat at the table
Her plcadings had prevailed. And
Tor long hours she pursued her lone,
unwcarying task. 1t was long past
the midnight hour ere it was finished.
She laid the papers carefully away
and left the room
On the way to her own chamber,
she entered the apartment of Willie
and Harry. She bent down and kissed
each siumbcring one, and then stood
gazing upon them. She knew not
why, but tears came into her eyes,
and a cold shuddcr over her heart
She turned away and sought her own
room. Late as it was, her prayer to
heaven that night was longer than
was its wont. For weary weight
lay heavily upon her feelings, and She
looked up in hope to the Infinite One
She knew he would hear her cry, the
one low cry Of the trusting heart
And as her aching head pressed tho
| pillows, then there was the sweet and
/ holy consciousness Of divine protcc-
IN was tutv vviv..- ...--.....
made their appearance in those crowd
ed saloons that night The guests
had all assembled. The wealth. the
fashion, the aristocracy of the city
were there to offer their homage to
the distinguished Southern Senator,
the Honorable Henry Sherwood.
Beautiful and queenly, indeed, looked
Nictorlnc Ashland as she entered the
prond and brilliantly lighted apart
mcnts of one OF the most imposing
mansions of the city. 4 thrill of ad-
miration passed through the crowd,
and many a smile of welcome was
called forth for her. for one so surpass-
ngly lovely Nictorine gazcd around.
Where was him she most wished to
see, the one bright star of the eve
ming?
Soon her eye rested on the form of
the noble stranger, in animated con-
versatlon with party of ladies and
gentlemen at some distance Slowly
he paced up the apartment, escorted
by a town exquisite. And she was
then duly introduced
He was not the lofty-Tooking and
elegant being she had expected to be-
hold. But yet he was handsome and
pleasing, and witty, and winning
and the charms and attractions of the
fair Nictorine seemed to win his at
tcntion and admiration more than
any other one present. And another
too--the secretary. Henry Sherwood
was standing by the door as she came
in, convcrsing with uncle John. Like
flash of light she had passed by him.
| He paused in his earnest discourse,
and gazed involuntarily upon the ex-
| quisite loveliness of the brilliant belle
1t was long. He knew not what his
companion was saying, so bewilder-
ing seemed the vision that passed
on by him. 1t was long. Uncle Johns
voice reused him from his dreamy
rcvcric. He looked up into the old
mans face. as if it We're one he had
often gazed upon, and loved, and rever-
cnced.
And now, as he stands there looking
up inquiringly into that aged face,
while a faint flush passes over the
white brow, and the dark eye is beau
tiful and mournful, and the pale lips
slightly move, you can trace true
resemblance to the picture that uncle
John wears so near his heart, that is
so holy and so dear to him.
The secretary it is said, is distant
relative of the member Of Congress.
The mother of the latter was the sis
: ter of the one that uncle John had
laid, with all the hopes of life, in
yonder cold, dark graveyard.
Yet all unlike in look and appear
ancc was Henry Sherwood and his dis
tinguished relative. He was tall and
slight, with graceful symmetry and
winning majesty in every movement.
His face was pale and sad, his eyes
were of the midnight darkness, yet
beautiful and mournful. And his soft
shadowy hair was pushed carelessly
back from brow of feminine white
, ness. His voice was low, bewildcring
f and thrilling Yet he conversed but
f little he was reserved, almost silent.
D Probably because he was scarcely no.
5 ticed The adulation of the multitude