Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1858-06-17

daily dutiey, could not avoid occasionally
contrasting the little brown cottage and
its humble surroundings, with the state
ly mansion at Riverside, which her child
ish fancy had SO often whispered, " this
shall be our home" But the great Ruler
oil destinies had ordered otherwise, and
therein she sought to be ~reconciled to
her lot.
Two years had passed and although
they had been fraught with many trials
to the father and his daughter, yet they
had learned in that brief space the phil
osophy of enjoyment in the humber
walks Of life, a principle of which they
stood forth as noble exemplars.
1t is not to be supposed that all this
while Carrie had been overlooked, al
though. comparatively speaking, the man
tie Of poverty had fallen upon her. Many
"a young mans heart had beat faster
when gazing upon her matchless form,
and watching the bewitching smile that
played upon her thin red lips, and more
than one had hoped one day he might
call her by another name. and that name
not unlike his own. But whenever n
of the number ventured near the verge
of so interesting a subject, they were in
turn kindly informed that the coveted
boon had long since ceased to be trans
ferable commodity, and hence Carrie
Eversley was fast becoming a mystery in
the neighborhood-at least to the young
men of that vicinity.
1t was at the close of a beautiful day
in June all nature was clothed in her
loveliest hues. The warbled notes of
feathered songsters, the rustling leaves
famed by gentle zephyrs, all filled the
heart with the glory of summer.
Mr.. Eversley was standing by the
roadside, viewing the setting sun, when
a stranger approached him, and bidding
him good evening, enquired the distance
to the river, as he wished to know if he
could reach the ferry before dark. Up
On being informed that it was some six
miles, he Immediately inquired if there
was d tavern near by, at which he could
obtain a lodging for the night. To this
latter question Mr.. Eversley replied,
:" There is not until you arrive at the
village, some quarter Of a mile this side
of the river ; but as you seem an honest
man, and look weary and travel worn, if
you will accept the shelter and fare
which my humble home will afford. it is
at your service"
Thank you, sir" replied the strang-
er Il shall be most happy to accept
of your kind offer and | trust that l
shall be able to repay your disiaterested
kindness"
By this time Mr.. Eversley had turned
towards the cottage, and bidding the
stranger follow, the two entered it to-
gether. Aunt Betsey was alone, and,
seeing the stranger, proffered him a
chair. This, however, he declined, say
ing that no wovld prefer going immedi-
ately to his room, as he wished to change
his dusty garments, after which he would
join them, when he hoped to enjoy an
evenings conversation. In accordance
with his request, Aunt Betsey showed
him his room, where he found every con-
yenience for making his toilet.
Meanwhile Carrie had returned, who
by the assistance of Aunt Betsey had soon
prepared a plain substantial meal. This
done, the three entered into conversation
concerning the genvral incidents Of the
day, and were thus engaged when the
strangers footsteps were heard descend
ing the stairs. As the latter made bis ap-
+bo roo+opbocco ,vb;ob no hod
undergone took Mr.. Eyersley and Aunt
Betsey by surprise nor was this strange
for his long, bushy whiskers had disap-
peared, his dusty garments had given
place to a suit of jet black clothes, his
.countenance was fresh, denoting a per-
tect state of health, in wide. contrast with
the begrimmed visaged individual who a
short time previous assembled the stairs.
Again we say, that it wal no wonder that
Mr.. Eversley and Aunt Betsey were
amazed at the transformation but with
Carrie the ease was different. She had
not seen him as he entered with her faith
er a short time previous, but ever she be-
trayed a sudden impulse of feeling as he
entered the room she paused a moment,
bHeu utLeTluS d Suuu6H oACldIHdllOt VI
Joy, she clasped the strangers hand, and
smiling through her tears, she exclaimed
addressing her father and Aunt Betsey.
And SO you didn't know Charley De-
la6eld?"
At this juncture Mr.. Eversley arose,
and extending his hand, which Charles
shock heartily, e~ndeayored to excuse him
sci as best he could, while Aunt Betsey
was more than ever amazed to think how
short sighted they had been. But all
having come to a perfect understanding
as to their respective relations, the three
gathered together around the table and
partook of the evening meal. Suffice it
to say their conversation was concerning
the various vicissitudes through which
they had passed since the night on which
Charles had taken his sudden departure
from Riverside, as he now informed them
en- route for California.
The following morning, Charles pro-
posed that Mr.. Eversley and Carrie
should with himself visit Riverside, say
ing that he longed to look once more up.