Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1858-07-15
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An Incident Of Life.
CHAPTER I,

II was a pleasant little building, at the
foot of a steep hill that lowered up behind
it crowned at its summit with naples.
whose broad branches lifted themselves
proudly up, showing through their thick
foliage bright patches Of blue. Here be,
meath the shelter of jagged rocks, bios,
somed the first wild flowers of spring
Weakened into life by the suns early kiss
es, and the music of aolian strains-and
here. in this sequestered spot, two broth,
ers first saw the light of day.
Herbert and Eugene Wellington were
the only offspring of kind and indulgent
parents. From infancy a marked differ.
ence existed between the two. Herbert
the eldest, was as beautiful and delicate
as any little fairy, possessing regular fea.
lures, a small ruby mouth, and faxen
ringlets, that foated lightly over dimpled
shoulders his voice was also peculiarly
soft and sweet. With evident interest he
caught the why and wherefore of all 60
ing on about him. Learning to him was
nature-no effort.
Eugene, two years his junior, vas as
different as one can well conceive. A
short thick figure, black hair, nearly as
stiff as the tasseled pine eyes large and
staring, and at times full Of the most in.
tense mischief, with a skin as dark as q
~creole's nor did the contrast between
them end here. At play, Eugene usually
were his cap wrong side before-trousers
tucked up above his knees, while the
soiled and torn upper garment stold SAD
tales of climbed fences and falls innumef
able out of doors was his realm-a book
be hated, and at the age Of seven had
merely mastered his alphabet.
1t is needless for us to say who was the
favorite. A fathers pride, a mother.
love centered on the eldest-and yet Eu
gene was not neglected. The very knowl
edge of the preference existing in theil
hearts made them the more scrupulous il
their attentions. Ye. impatient exclama
tons were continually ringing in the pool
boys ears. He knew aud felt the differ
ence between the caresses lavished upon
his brother, and those bestowed upon him
| The first was a pouring forth of priceless
Levels the second measured paymen'
due. But within Eugene's bosom beat {
warm and generous heart that had not We
learned to coVet-he loved and admired
Herbert, whose willing slave he had evel
been.
Herbert will make a stir in the worlG
one of these days. Mr.. Wellington woulo
often remark to his wife, as he glanced a
the studious child. ." And now my little
man." he would say, turning to Eugene
what will you do? Stay at home and
work for your father"
The boy thus addressed would usually
smile, droop his head and go off in tn,
darkest corner of the room to muse By
himself. There would be a strange chok
ing in his throat, he hardly knew why o.
for what, and his cheek would flush ant
WARM, and his dark eyes beam with
troubled light.
Herbert, with his white fingers woult
carefully turn the leaves of the huge vol
ume before him, his thoughts far off in tn
future, revealing in the golden dawl
young ambition ever secs in its first brigh
dreams of greatness. Be careful, parent
such blossoms need the most intens
watchfulness, lest the one be dwarfed
made rebellious, miserable or the nat
ural beauties of the other run to seed be
fore maturity comes, lest he grow wise il
his W c~onceit, selfish and weak.
Years pass. The little Eugene no Ion
ger plays about the door he il off in tn
field hard at work, day in and day out
good honest Eugene
Herbert has become o fine scholar bel
ter aver than the village pedagogue.-
There he is seated in the room OF the col
tage, where the mellow twilight steals i
and kisses his smooth brow now racke
with thought ; books, papers, manuscript
lie before him UNDECIDED he has pushe
them impatiently back, and is now alon
with bis thoughts. Alone, did / say p
A slight form steals in and stands unn
ticed by his side.
What now my son? Something
troubling you. have known it this Ion
time, but you have been SO silent, SO r,
served-is it well :" Her tones wer
broken and full Of tenderness.
Dear mother, forgive me, but I al
very unhappy. I would be off and mir
gle in the world-be a man, no longe
the dreaming youth. would earn richs
mother. Oh, the pleasure Of pourin
I them at your feet to see you . lady too!
g Herbert labor is not degrading, sal
his mother love enaobles all toll.
am content with my treasures"
aBnt mother you forget, you and fail
er are growing old. Fer years we hav
but barely lived. having to be sure, tn