The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1858-01-27

EeyeS, tue pole-Iaccd yQutH Spoke oub his
heart among them, and warmly pressed each
extended hand while, with swelling
breast, Tisha- Miugo looked on, and smiled
mournfully. What thoughts were passing
in his mind at that moment, let the cross
he wore and the griefs ieken lock upon
his head hint at, while We relate a portion
of his former life.
CHAPTER II.
Six years prior to the occurrences which
We have just related, there lived, in a
newly formed settlement oa the Mohawk
Rfvsr, Frepeh gentleman of rank, whose
noliticai irsisfortuaes.had driven him from
his native countrv to seek home in the
land for the homeless. Hererhe cuitiva-
ted little patch of grouno, and devoted
his leisure hours to books and to the eds'
cation of his two motherless children, a
boy and girl. In the education of these
children, he was exceedipgly care ul; And,
Indeed, this seemed TO be the single pur-
pose and aim of his life All the enthu-
siasm of his nature seemed to have been
pressed into the service of this end, and
all the affections of his heart centred in
these two objects of his care Early in
the morning, he might have been seen
busily at work cultivatiug his little patch
of lard, SO that the remainder of the day
might be spent with his children; while,
during the day, sitting under the wide
spreading oak that stretched its arms pro-
tectiDgly over his humble cottage, he
taught them in their various studies
more by his own words than from books;
or, taking them to tbs banks of the river,
or into the woods, he joined with them in
sports, teaching them to guide the light
canoe, or use the~rife without fear; aud,
in the evening, taught them to read the
golden lines upon the sky, calling the
stars by name; or repeated to their at
tentive ears wild legends of Germanic
lore, and choice. morceaus from those old
en- bards whose songs come floating down
to us upon the billows of time, until the
hour for them to part came, when a song
of prayer was said, and the three, in one
embrace, babe each other Good night
Four years, passed thus peacefully and
happily IN their humble home, had at
tacbed these TIVE chilrr to their father,
and him to them, SO strongly and so close
ly, that their lives, as it were, beat in ore
pulse, their hearts flowed back and forth
inte each other; while their peighbors,
few in number, loved and respected them,
regarding the father with certain awe
which the mystery of his former rank and
station inspired.
Emilio Granger waE now seventeen
years old, and her brother Adolphe thir-
teen. The education they had received
placed them far above others of their
own age, and untitled them for companion
ship with those among whom they were
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themselves in measure, and to be almost
constantly together The taste of Emile
led her to seek It's qualification in the wild
beauties of scenery about her home; and
her lively imagination turned every rock
into a castle, eFery bird into a fairy, and
made the winds ing serenades and dirges
at pleasure. Her physical training had
been such that she knew not fear; and
she piled the paddle, or pointed the rifle,
with skill and pleasure; and when, in her
wanderings in tho thick woods, she met
any of the dusky sons of the forest,
whose friendly footsteps not unfrequently
brought them even to her fathers door,
she delighted. to sound their untutored
minds, and unlock the secrets of their
simple hearts.
One day, she had wandered further
than usual, having padded up the river
alone IN her canoe, and, leaving it, strayed
into the woods in search of wild flowers,
when the low mutterings of thunder an
nounced the approach of storm. Hasti-
ly springing from the mossy seat where
she had been arranging her flowers, she
fastened to regain her canoe, and paddle
down the stream to her home But the
clouds gathered quickly; and hardly had
she -Pashed from the shore when the tor
nado fell across her path with terrific.
force The fragile canoe was lifted on
the swollen tide, and the next instant
dashed against the limb of tree which
had been whirled into the river and split
asunder; while the paddle which she held
was snatched from her hands by the vio-
lence of the wind, and she herself hurled
into the water. Stunned by the shock,
the poor girl would have sunk, wien
dark form darted through the trees that
overhung the banks of the river, and
plunged into the foany waves with wild
yell that outspake the storm. He grasps
the sinking maid, aud, throwing her sense
less form across his shoulder, buffets the
rising tide, and, straiuing every nerve,
reaches the opposite bank in safety with
his precious burden. Placing her upon
the ground. he sustains her, still senseless,
with one arm, and shields her from the
storm with his own body. Half terrified
by her pale beauty, he dares not speak to
her, or even remove the hair that partly
veils her face; but, motionless, and breath
ing subduedly through his dilated nostrils,
bis black eyes groaO Upon her transparent
lids until they part, with sigh, aud the
lustrous monitors beneath return his gaze.
Once more they close, as if she would re-