The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1859-04-07

kinl husband in this pleasant world, if he
would not get the blues, and threaten to
leave this beautiful land and 60 back to New
York every time the wind blows the wrong
way. Aye, George, don't get discouraged
all will yet g well, and we shall yet bless
the day that we stuck our stakes on the
prairies'' if4 '5~ei3Ioft7/. @Es5 p.
"Wal, Il suppose shall have to stay,
whether it is the best or not, you are deter
mined to be blessed by everything, but wom-
en-folks don't have to suffer as men do'' ~
Carrie smiled to herself, as she took her
babe again upon her breast, and remember
ell the hours of toll and trial through which
she had passed, of the wearisome watching
and care, Of the days of ceaseless exertion,
often when barely able to bear fatigue But
she did not feel to murmur. There was to
her a joy in duty, in being true and earnest,
in working out ones destiny, that made all
the hours and days worth living for, though
there were here and there, as she looked over
the past dark shadows fitting to and fro,
like the cloud shades over the billowy prai-
rie, while the 81 gildel all the rest with
brightness. '1 ~ "7ss ~ .1.a
Long and earnestly they sat and chatted
at their cabin door, and her gentle words and
kind encoura cement lifted up his heart and
he rose on the morrow and went forth to
struggle and to conquer. ~ ..n~% ~~~s-5 ~ p
Let me skip over score of wears Do
you see that fine hourishng village, with a
railroad track crossing through its centre9-
Do you see tlose fine brick school houses,
with their belfrics and their clear-sounding
bells, calling together the hundreds of chill
dren to teach them Of the mysteries of sci
ence, and put into their hands that, weapon
of defense and power for the future-a com
mon school elucation! Do you see yon inn
posing building in the distance. with its
massive wall and towering roof2 That Is
college. Mark those church spires, that
point heavenwari; listen to the hum of ma
chinrry. the mill ana the factory the hustle
of ira lc, Have you taken it all in? 30,
Now look again. See, you, that matronly
woman, upon whose brow forty summers
have scarcely left footprint? The glossy
hair shows no ningling of silver; the rose
has not faded from her cheek, though its
budding brightness has expanded into full
bloom, and the red at the heart was not
quite so deep; the voice is still soft and the
laugh silvery aud cheerful. .gsaog
'Don't get discouraged, George all will
yet be right. 'aa rts .- fas' Zee ta..f a5'I
81 have not yet heard anything else but
Don't get discouraged, George these TWEEN
ty years, Carrie; am tired of it. Just think
what a fix am in now, after all my strug-
gling," ,"IHap aa saE aaE .sa9a4 ama.tnHf
!. "It is very unpleasant, to be sure, but
don't you remember how often, when we .liy-
ed in the cabin here, on this very spot, on
the lone prairie, yon used to feel SO, and
threaten to leave and go back to the old
haunts? What if the company should fail,
shall we be bankrupt? Shall we complain,
if out of our abundance, in such time of
trial as this, we lose with Others"
eyes, but" said George, the Influential
proprietor Of the town, the Judge of the
county, the owner and indweller of that beau
tiful mansion, who held in possession half
the surrounding landscape, the rich railroad
man and bank director, stopped short, as if
he did not know what to say next.
''But what, Gcorge?" asked his pleasant
wife, laying her hand upon his brow. m
81 don't want you to say, Don't get dis
couraged.'' aH 81
'Then don't give me occasion, my dear. I
pledge you | will not. But really 1 don't
see why you should so much dislike the
phrase, for out of it has grown much of the
success Of your lfe" au
Sand that is the very reason, Carrie
Man, when he gets the blues, don't love to
be reminded of his own weakness. But
really, Carrie, | will own up. That hopeful
heart of yours has kept me up through a
thousand misfortunes, when l have sunk
down in despair, and let the waves roll over
me, ! felt this morning about as gloomy as
did when we Travelled here on the prairie
with one yoke ofoxen, a cow, and household
stuff in cart, and ten dollars in a purse,
and looked ever the lonely landscape.
Don't you remember how hard | begged
your consent to turn round and plod back?
how even accused you of unwifely disobe-
dience, and of setting up your will, when you
declared that you would rather make bed
ofprairic grass or sleep in the old cart, than
to turn abont so faint heartfelt"
''Yes, remember"
"Anl how sat lown AMI growlci in des-
pair when the oil oxen died?"
" Yes"
"Anl whan the lightning burned the hay
stack"
"Yes."
"And'-and ne looked up with laugh of
half shame when they located the rail
road through my farm? }"
"Oh, George, George! one would suppose
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