Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1858-03-25
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-Four little words; yet wha, excitement they
caused in the household at Maple Cottage;
the quiet, sober household, whose mem
bers, at the moment of lis reception, were
on the pont of retiring for the night.
Meet Lizzie at six" Was our darling
indeed SO near us? Two years and three
months had passed since cur eyes had been
gladdened by her grlish beauty. since her
voice had mingled with the bird music that
hoated all the hong summer days among
the naples. Two years and three months
she had been buried among books in a far
away ely, bowing her sunny curls over
algebra, geometry and botany. French and
Latin; patiently at first, because her parents
desired it. af erwards cheerfully. to please
the teachers she lad learned to love. and
at last zealously, from pure thirst for the
treasure the studies unlocked to her. But
it was over now, these toilsome years, and
was on her way to US once more--our Liz.
zie--our pet and pride--we should "meet
her at six"
She had left B. in the morning; had jour
neyed without stopping all day; this We
guessed at once; and at eight in the morn
ing. finding hasty opportunity, she had
telegraphed to US the words above. AT
six, the eastern train arrived at our station:
Lizzie was to ride all night for the sake of
reaching home thus early. l; was like
her; impulsive, warm-hearted child that
she was!
How little we slept that night! What
slight sounds aroused US; how early we
were astir-even the baby, and the white
haired grandfather "Meet Lizzie, eh?''
he said; "aye, indeed will wei" and the
old mans voice caught youthful tone,
and his crutches an elastic movement, as
he hobbed about The house. giving orders,
as it all the responsibility rested on him,
to be sure.
There was Hannah. too, bewildering the
mother aboul breakfast Ibid Lizzie like
coffee or cocoa best? And would she
make biscuits or wafflss?" And the moth
er, smiling all the time. nodded her head
to everything, and went hurrying about,
with the gridiron in one hand. and the egg
boiler in the other. coaxing Fannie to curl
the baby's hair, and looking at tho clock
every five minutes. But Fannie, with
mysterious apronfulls of something was
fitting up stairs and down, leaving book
here, flower there. daguerreotype on the
table. or a rosy checked fall apple in the
understanding for Lizzie to see and
smile at. Only the father seemed uudis-
turbcd. We noticed, to be sure. the dim.
Piles in his checks. which Lizzie always
said she made with her fingers when she
was babe. looked deeper when he smiled.
and that bis voice was :rife less steady
when he told Thomas to bring the horses;
but he did not like to be considered DEM
onstrative man, so we looked significantly
at each other. and said nothing. Still wa
ters are sometimes very deep.
At last the carriage came around. and
we got in; two of as beside the father, who
was to drive. There was room for two
more; but it was quite out of her line. the
mothe. said, TO go on dashing drive be.
fore breakfast: 50 we left her on the piazza,
with the pickle.dish in her hand. and VII
ping her eyes with her apron.
It was half mile to the depot, aud the
sun not quite risen when we started. How