The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1858-08-28


treaty Of peace has been concluded with Chi
M, by which France and England are to b
Unidentified for the expenses Of the war.
Bombay dates to the 10th OF July hav,
also been received.
The Indian mutiDy Was being rapidly
quelled.
London papers Of yesterday contain I
long and interesting report on the Atlanti,
Telegraph, BY Mr.. Bright, the engineer oil
the Company.
The steamer Asia 10 10 sail on Saturday
for Halifax and Boston, instead Of the Eu
ropa.
From tho Knickcrbockar for September
A Common woman's Experience.
| A writer in some modern magazine, speak.
ing Of his heroine has said: "She had an
ideal Of life and love, 40 all women have
but like almost oil women, had neither the
courage not the integrity to cleave to that
idealo
| II is truth. He was subtle student in
womsn's nature. And, had he generously
added that woman may not 60 forth and
search out her ideal as man may, and may
not openly strive to win it ~ man may, we
| women would have read bis words without
writhing.
l live in quiet, inlandtown, .snd know no
people whsoe histories are called romantic
and thrilling. Still know stories OF com
mon lives which prove how difficult it 10 for
women, unless surprisingly beautiful, or
wealthy or gifted, to obey their best i'm
pulses Of action and live up to the conduct
laid down for them by men who think finely,
but have never suffered.
II Amelia Hall had not the beauty which
belongs TO . complete woman, she had her
nature and her peculiar genius. And hold
it is the most poetic order OF genius which
makes home beautiful and happy place.
The painter and the writer poet have always
exquisite and abundant material with which
to work. But woman I've speak Of her In
common homes, not Of her 10 her palacc)
has often dingy things and doled supply
with which to deal but, II she has genius,
she always creates q place to which man
comes to rest.
All women are said to resemble some flow
er, as all men some tree. Amelia Hall was
like a rose, one Of those roses which have n
center Of faint star color and single circle
pink petals Is they spring up wild on road
sides, but which burst out with gorgeous,
golden hearts and prodigality Of crimson CO.
rolla il they are transplanted to cultured
gardens.
She Was English, an orphan, and depend
ent on her uncle, rich old man who lived
in my native town.
l think it il trait Of all girls, gay or PEN
sive, to tell each other their aspirations and
ambitions.
"Ilow often remember what Amelia Hall
used to say" remarked friend last week,
recounting to me the fates Of various dream
ers. "While some of US hoped to be poets,
and one queen, and one an actress, and an
other tarveler, and many content to be rich
mems wives with splendid wardrobes and
jewel cases, the foreigner used to say 50
American girls! None Of you speak OF your
homes or ysur husbands, unless to say they
must be rickand handsome. Hear how /
could be happy. would have home in
village of white houses, wide, cool streets,
parks, and many gardens and fountains.
Half mile from the village, each way,
there should be woods, and everywhere
streams Of water and rustic bridess. wish
might have husband dark, tall, fine and
athelic as an Arab chief, chivario as an
olden knight, and tender IN hoart as gentle
page, and gifted as the Grecian poets. And
unless can have such home and husband,
Pll always remain Amelia Hall, and work In
uncle's dairy remember how We used to
laugh at the English girl for being prosy and
domestic"
Until she was twenty -four, Amelia waited
for her noble lover to come from the pictu.
rescue village.
She was content the while to make butter
and cheese, and to chat with the rustic
young men Of the adjacent farms. Until
then she was content, sandalled with the
fairy shoon Of fancy, to walk in the folding
parlors Of her porticoed and balconed fu-
ture home, to arrange the flowers, pictures,
and furniture, and At twilight to sit in the
white pillared portico, or to 70 down the
avenue OF trees and watch Ut the Gothic
gate for the noble one beloved. AZ firmly
and as cody as If already afianced, she re-
fused offer after offer from wealthy and hon.
est farmers.
At this period her uncle lost his property,
and then his wife. Then they too were PEN
niless-he an invalid old man, and she q
poor orphan.
On her twenty fourth birth night, q she
walked in the garden as usual at sun down,
her uncle, lame and querulous, joined her
and leaned on her arm. She saw hope on
bis poor old face. His voice was CHEEKY as
he began:
swell, Mile. Feel old maid-like?-
Twenty -four this minute, and no lover! IL
it we'll, lsssie ?''
Mile smiled in her subdued fashion. She
looked down at her face in the mirror of
the brook. 1t was oval, smooth and delicate
rosy.
~ soc, ! see. You English keep well,"
said the old man quickly. "But you'll alter,
iass,e, when you have to work night and day
for bread and calico. When do you mean
to get these two things ?" and he eyed her
ounningly.
:" shall work at something, and take
care OF US. l could teach, think" she re-
piled.
"ksep school for eight or ten shillings
week. Starvation wages, girl. II wouldn't
keep Us both. II Was out Of the way. Il
might do. But I've much better way, Mil
lie. Old Yalc's son-the une with horses
and chario.s, and farms, mills, and houses
wants you for wife. He's been to-day
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