Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1858-03-04

that moment she had an object il
view, and was untiring in her effort
to attain it. Her childish correspon
dence with her cousin was givel
3 up at once, because it was his request
French, German, Spanish. and Italian
were included in her list OF studie 5
because her guardians ship visited al
these couctries, and she knew thei
languages were familiar to him. Ant
music, which she loved for its owl
sake, now had a higher value in he
eyes, because one day it nigh
soothe and please him,
1t is a stronge affection that some
times springs up between guardian
and ward. To the, child her new
friend was everything father. brothel
and master. She wrote to him con,
stantly, detailing her progress, and
asking bis advice till the good captain
began to look upon her as miracle
of accomplishments. On his part
this new responsibility, which he had
dreaded at first, became a delight,
and tie to bind him more closely
10 his fellow men. Heftlt as ifhe bad
"a daughter, he was no longer alone in
the world. 1t was his dearest wish
to see the child-but his voyages
were long, and bis leave of absence
from his ship so very short, that he
found it impossible to do SO. 1t was
nearly three years before they met.
During that time his ward had
emerged from childhood into early
womanhood. She had grown tai, and
though still slight, her form was as
delcately rounded as that of Hebe,
and her face almost as full of light
and bloom. The consciousness that
one person cared for her had made
the lonely and neglected child happy
land happiness always brings light
hearts and pleasant looks in her
train. Julia's cheeks we're pale no
longer, but flushed like roses; her
eyes spalkled with light and anima-
ton; her voice was cheerful; her step
quick and elastic, and her whole man.
ner full of life and joy. 1t was a
pleasure to look in her fair young
face, or listen to her youthful voice,
as she sang gay snatches of Proven
cal songs, while she fitted through
the cniet rooms Of the seminary Ike
a bird.
One morning, in the third year of
her.stay at the seminary, she ran down
stiiirs to enjoy an hours quiet prac-
tice in the large saloon, before the
doors were opened for visitors. For a
time all went well; but at last the
flying fingers grew weary, and sad
thoughts began tc steal into her mind.
Nearly two months had passed since
she had heard from her guardian = be
who was always so punc:ual in wri-
ting to her by every ship they pass.
ed. Had some ;reacherous storm
overtaben him, and sent the good
ship Julia to the bottom? She would
not thisk it-and, touching the keys,
began to sing:
MY Willic's on the dark blue sea,
He's gone far o'er the main,
And many weary day must be
Ere he comes back again.
Yet blow, gentle winds, o'er the dark. blue sea,
Bid the, storm king stay his hand--,
Oh, bring my Willie back to me,
TO his own dear native landl'
These words, at least, were i'll
chosen at such a time. Her fancy
pictured each weary day as it pass
ed, and seemed to show her a manly
form lying cold and motionless at the
bottom ef the ocean.
'Oh, il be would only come back 7
she sighed, aud buried her face in
her hands
ssStaart Reeves or your guardian.
Julia? said rica, deep voice beside
hel. SO
She started u2-gave one wild
look into the face of the gentleman
who had entered so noiselessly, and
threw herself into his arms.
'Oh, my dear guardian, | thought
you were drowned! / thought ]
never should see you again! Why
has it been so long since | heard from
your
Nonsense, julia
But the stout sailor trenbled as
those innocent lips met his, and that
young face frightened so at his CONS
ing. Never before had he been greet
ed so or his return from the sea since
his mother died.
He looked at her wonderingly,