The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1859-09-22

cold, business-like tone Of his voice bowed,
tried to speak, and finally ran up stairs and
cried could not tell why; it was very
kind for him to indulge me in my favorite
pleasure, but he evidently hated all the while,
else why that chilling tone? 1t was mere
ly polite attention offered by gentleman to
lady, nothing more. ..B .. ..
"He has no heart, no feelingr' thought,
as dried my eyes; but before night l chang
ed my opinion. f.,r e..
We were seated in the parlor, with no light
but that given by the moon as it poured in
at the open windows, and opened the piano.
1t had a fine, deep tone, and after my fingers
once lighted upon it forgot everything else.
played for some time, when deep, bitter
sigh made me look up. Auntie was gone
my cousin sat upon the sofa, his head bowed
down, and his face buried in the cushion.
care you i'll ?" asked, crossing the room
"No, no. But music, such music as yours
recalls many things. You are fine per-
former, cousin, but that is nothing compared
to the soul music you pour out. I could be
a better man if I heard such Often" a'
My heart bounded high at this, his first
compliment.
81 love music = said gently 'H
81 love it too! Cousin, have sat for hours
listening to a harp played by -" 'z
He paused; knew what he meant, and,
my heart full of sympathy, softly laid my
hand upon his Trick curls. The action;
slight as it was, recalled him
'Tt is getting late! Twill close the piano,
and then gcod night, cousin.' @'a u.
Cold, distant, stately he rose, letting my
hand fall from his head, never needing it. !
went up stairs. Tt was the drop too much
n my cup, and Inundated by the thought
that had given my love unsought, uncured
Tor, passed the night in sleepless, fearful
agony. .a,. ..r ...gT-..#s H..-. .rsrN ..a
The next morning resolved to return
home, and was more determined by hearing
one phrase which fell from Horace's lips Just
as entered the breaklast-room. 1t was, .gf
"Never mother / can never trust anoth-
er woman ~ ...r...r f.-sf ..a ss.g.r4 T.
] turned from the room, ana out into
the air. was choking, sitting. All un.
needing where / strayed, went on toward
the bank Of the river. thought of the low
ing, kind attention toward his mother his
gentleman'y bearing to our few visitors. his
kind, unostentatious beneyolence to the poor
with whom he came in contact. antfcontrast-
cd it with his cold indifference to myself till
] grew nearly frantic. Then my thoughts
turned TO that silly girl whom he had loved.
false, dcceitttll as she was, and hated nv
self that had no power to efface her image
from his heart. /, dark and tall, disgusted
him when her angel face rose before his
minds eye. ! was handsome, and did not
want admirers to tell me so. NV heart, full
OF bitterness and sorrow, dashed on, hear
ing the waves of the river kiss the shore fifty
feet below me; and sometimes looking down
the steep bank, half tempted to end my mis-
cry like Sappho Size. a." .n.-,
Twas standing, exhausted with nv pas
sionate haste, leaning against tree, when
deep, manly voice called loudly,
"kate! Kate . where are yous"
started, lost my balance, and fell down
the steep bank. There was a rushing sound
in my ears, and then lost consciousness
was lying on the sofa when l recovered
my senses. felt strong arms around me
as lay there, too bewildered to open my
eyes. l felt, too, hot tears dropping on my
face, and | heard, oh music! a deep, rich
voice, broken with sohs, saying.
"Kate darling! my own Kate, speak to
me. DO not lie so still, like DEATH Kate!"
and then, "Oh she is dead! I shall never
be happy now"
| opened my eyes, and then, as of old,
afrai to trust his own hearts choice, he
started to draw back, but nestled close to
the broad chest and clasped the hand that
drew back s
/" lIorrace!" whispered, "loye me +
trust me !"
Well, can't write any more, because l
am employed in twisting orange flowers into
the most becoming shape for wreath and
tomorrow. my cousin Horace becomes
somebody else--to me.
LINES TO CALIFoRNIA AND SALT LAKE
Contracts were executed in this city today
by the Western Union Telegraph Co., the
Missouri River Telegraph Co. and the Mis-