The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1859-04-23

each other, and shook hands heartily anc
warmly when we separated
My reception ty the Dalton's wa,
kindly and had that domestic charm abou,
1t which is wondorously Y agreeable to the
bachelor. 1t is something to be received
en- .tamtNe when one has not home OF
ones own liked Amy Dalton bette,
in the old fashioned country house than
in the London ball rooms. liked bel
kindness to the children when they came
down after dinner Children cannot be
brlbed or scolded into acting love.
liked the hints which | heard of her
household hardness, and of homely du
ties diligently performed by her.
liked her stories about the village folks.
showing, not in the way of public exhi
btion, how she visited their cottages and
read to them, Above all, l liked her be
cause she did not try to captivate me,
did not parade her accomplishments and
her virtues before me. ] had seen too
much Of that lately. All these little fav-
! orable traits were SO much thrown in over
and above the essentials in the bargain
which medtated
At night retired to the library.
had writing to do, which mu>t b, done
/ for morrow's post wruty nay let.
tcrs, and then threw mysclf into an easy
chair by the dying fire lostrad Of
Amy, thoughts OF Daisy rose i,hjn me
Thoughts long stitlrd and dead Those
summer days came b1ck W ,nd, rings
IN the Land~hip, the sketches, hor child.
l>h petulance, her wild spirits, her mel.
anchoIy, her foolish dreams and sprcula-
tlonS | remember how she used 10
disappear IN the hazel ,liclet; how
her little head had lain upon NY knees !;
how at that parting she had thrown ncr-
sell into my arms and passiouateIy kissed
me. No" that she was dead, i, seemed
rs II her marriage with Lowther wa>
w'p@d away. She was mine once more.
The old feelings rushed back in a torrent
| tried to stem them but IN vain. Nv
heart "wohe from its sleep, aad proclaim
ed Its omnlPotencc and NY frigid reason
Shrnnk away before its fiery sccptre.
There was sound The handle Of the
door turned, the door creaked and open.
ed. Good God was mad?
There in the doorway stood Daisy, a
little figure dressed in black, the same
thin face, the same heavy hair Tn.
same treble voice uttered INV name I,
monlent she was gone. rushed for
ward, aud there was nothing
4 lameatablc weakness this NJ Will
came into action, and beat down the
struggling If NV heart and stnny uv
nerves with its ron fingers. and BROUGHT
uy Wild thoughts under control TLi>
Impressed u%ou u.y r.inI, has been a
ruautora Of m< imaeinrtion. lam tired
ni l.vcri,h after my .uronv auITl.
>afrr,d oii th.urh.> To- yat the Lr,,.r
u. viii ucvcr let such ab.urJitie.
c.,nquer my reason again. | have been
" fool.
lighted my candle and went to bed
Notwithstanding will and reason, there
was ccaselvss whisper within, saying:
Il il 10 trick Of Imagination. You have
seen IlttIc Daisy tonight. as undcDiaoly
as wa ever saw her in I'D days Do YOU
not remember the promise that whoever
died first should coue to the othcr2
Broad sualigh, nost'v dix,alI. .ba j.,
arinate IuDacics If oyern;yb,
When | deccnded tn breakfas, w.s
the same calm reasonable norsno had
been the dav before The vixio, of ,ba
previous night had been dream. like The
dreams which succeeded il th,, was
certain. | baDished the trivial incident
from NV mind rcsolutclv. Amv's cheor. /
full, fresh quiet face, as she nresiJe3 at
the early breakfast. had = sooth;ng ;nan,
encc over me which | accented ,s vet
another ADVANTAGE 10 the mcditatcd bar.
gain When we were married the con- |
slant presence Of that quiet face would
effect my daily hfe-make my head clear,
keep my nerves cool.
left the DaItons that morning, and !
proceeded on my journey. Nv business
10 the uorth was acco mplishcd and two
days after, I arrived ut Sir Hercule.
Lowther's just in time to join him at his
solitary dinner. He was dull and silent:
the house had mournful, deserted asneet:
ihe servants moved about with mute iDs .
and noiseless feet. All brouobt Daisy ~
my mind, but this time not so muchI in /
with my own feelings as in
the character Of my friends dead wife /
p'tIed him for his loss. As we sat by
the fire over our wine, lie began to tell .
'oou, "'" wile' speaking WIN rough, /
''",P'e p''hoS OF ho" eooa si'e had BEEN, .
ana ~haf blessing she had been to hun.
foof i'''@y sa'a' HNn@ the ten
aer a'm'nnt'Ve involuntary. IAN you
'aS u hs' = rue l KNOW. lou were .
happy IN marrying her. 1t Is something