The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1859-09-08

lmpatlentJerk to the lower stairs, and
muttering curse turned and left the
hall.
What made you speak so GROSSLY,
mother ?" asked Annie.
!" Never mind, child. Help me up
stairs with it." said the widow, recov-
equanimity. She had seen the wink
across the entry to a vulgar looking
man who came ont from room near
by, and whose reputation was none of
the best.
so dear" 1t was said very bitterly,
and with heart-ache, as mother
and daughter entered their own little
room, an attic chamber, lighted from
the ceiling.
1T seems strange, dosn't it ?" mused
Annie, looking around.
"What seems strange, dear ?'
"That you should have lived and
been born in that beautiful great house,
and after all be reduced to the garret
of such place as this" replied Annie,
"Who lives there now, mother ?''
"You have heard me say before,
child, replied her mother-"Your un-
Gle Harry and your cousin Eugenie
Your uncle Harry, your fathers broth
er married my sister-poor Annie, (you
are named for her,) she died before
your father did, or we should not now
be suffering in penury, or be forced to
take insults from our interiors"
"Well, it is home," said the young
girl, gazing around, "and not so bad a
one either. Now, if we get those shirts
done-why, I'VE can buy a beautiful
thick shawl to wear, between us.
Shall l make tea tonight % 1850 6
Yes, if you please,' said the moth
er, sitting wearily down. "I'll undo
the bundle and sort the work. -,-
Robert Southey, you are always
standing before that picturen'
SO cried a beautiful, high-bred girl,
as she entered the splendid reception.
room, where stood the young man, gaz.
ing upon a sylphlike figure, enclosed
within massive frame, -a,.
Young Southey turned round has.
tily-a rarely intellectual face was his
-and greeted the beautiful girl with q
smile"
&C / cannot help admiring that pie
ture," he said; GO it has a fascination
for me which | cannot explain to my
self. Is there an original, or is it one
of those gentle dream-faces that artist.
sometimes fashion when under the in
spiration of heaven ?''
90, it is no dream-face," said Euge
ME, lightly" cousin of mine, l be
lieve-that is, I've heard papa say so
She is living now, believe but dea
me they are dreadful common sort o
people.
"They ?" queried Robert Southy.
&c mean my aunt and cousin. The,
are in reduced circumstances, and
understand Aunt has got so far dowl
that she takes work at the shops. Yo'
smile, and | suppose you think oush
to know more about them, But | as
sure youit is not my fault. Ever sine
they would not consent to make it thei
home here, papa has forbidden me t,
have anything to do with them"
Engenie Bartlett was both vain auc
heartless, and had not even wit enough
to conceal either defect. She had fan
cied that she loved, more. than once
but never till the poet face of Rober
q Southey met her vision, had she il
, reality known the true meaning of tn,
much used, much abused word. Sh
fancied that her beauty was IRE
!, sistable. 1t was to some men, but no
to him. He liked to call there becaus
her father was patron of the arts,
good scholar and interesting converse
zionist, but for the handsome daughte
he had nothing more than friendship
scarcely that.
She, however, fancied that he wa
!, interested by her, that he was desper
ately enamoured of her charms, an.
: did not dream that he sought for heart
: not beauty-for hand, not wealth.
How long did they occupy here !?
: asked Robert.
go, till she was seven-in fact, tha
picture was taken the year my uncl
died. There was great time abou
. the will, and when she fonud that
: was really in favor of my father. tn
!, widow left the house and went ou
West. where she resided till within
a few years. When they came bac
e again, father offered them a home, bu
e they refused. To tell the truth, wa
Z not sorry, for l thought my cousin wa
gawky. How could it be otherwise
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