Daily Iowa State Democrat. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1856-1859, 1859-02-20

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gotten your oshavious them
NJ. Halss prompt manner had spar.
Cd anything like . scene, and relieved
every one at osOs. ar srrrexre
Sir, l thank you: that's kindly said.
Bot let me explain how cane to in
trude myself here Richard srool
erect, nnembarrsssed, with his hat of.
i Amt . man to intrude myself any
where, but had . reason fox coming
here. which may Be . wrong On, but
which couldn't help follerin' out
For now going on seven years, sir, !
have been pining for the sight Of my
sight Of my child. and I'll this time l
have never neddIed with the educa.
ton knew she ought to have-I come
down here to-day, cir, to claim her,
and see il she loved me As she used to
do; bnt come, I'm afraid, in . spirit
- might have led to NO good. She
said she Vas ready to 60 vi me, but
she seemed to be frightened-like, l
thought, and l doubted her still. So
! said TO her: If you'll cross that lawn
hand in hand with me, and own me
afore oil those people, Ill believe you
love me - You ought Whereupon
sir, before I'd time to consider Of what
l asked Il wasn't myself just them she
stepped out Of the window, and
brought me straight into. your presence
without . murmur or blush. Aud God
love her for it And so he will. 1t
was = right noble act, though hadn't
ought to have asked it.
Every one was silent. The simple
earnestness Of the man, and his erect
yet modest bearing had touched oil
present.
Mr.. Aallet,' said an old gentleman
coming forward, 4 admire aud sym
pathize with your conduct. May God
bless your daughter
The old clergyman, high dignitary
Of the church, laid his hand on Jessie's
arm, and led her to . seat.
Let me shake hands with you, Mr..
Mallet. ! honor both your hand and
heart
1t was his lordship who spoke. Yea;
Mrs. Hale might stare, and refuse to
credit the evidence Of her senses but
there was her noble guest actually
shaking hands with . man without
gloves! When q right reverend dean
and q peers son had thus openly
acknowledged the stone-mason, no one
was afraid Of losing caste by addressing
him. :
Jessie and her father would proba-
bly, have become lions, had they not
stolen of, through Dick Hale's agency
to quiet parlor, where they we're left
alone to themselves.
Of course, the archery fete at Hale
Fields was long remembered in the
neighborhood, and gained considerable
eclat from what certain ladies pleased TO
term the romantic incident that termi-
mated the day.
One summer evening, some few
years later, . family group was assem-
bled about the shade of sycamore, ip
front of pretty farm house in Devon
shire.
The garden overlooked the sea, and,
from the seat under the sycamore, the
white, bird like sails of the fishing
boats coming up with the tide, and the
g;eat hull Of . Plymouth steamer in
the distance, with it's smoke plume
trailing along the horizon we're visible
1t was Richard Mallet and his family
who we're assembled in the garden VI
the Cliff Farm.
The father, with roll Of paper on
his knee; and pencil and compass in
his hand, was planning some improve
ments for the farm-ysrd. His wife
busy with her knitting, sat at little
distance. One of the boys lay on the
grass at his mothers feet reading to
her; the other was watching the Plym-
outh steamer through q Telescope
Jessie, alone with her father, on the
bench under the tree, sat with her
hands clasped idly before her, and her
face fixed on the sea. She looked very
pretty in that thoughtful attitude.
Father she said suddenly. 4 was
just thinking how strangely good has
come out of evil in our two lives. I'm.
Gle Zeb's wicked intentions seemed to
have carried with them their own frus.
tration. He has knit us closer togeth.
er than ever. ! think l should never
have known how much loved you,
had I not been separated from my
home all those years; and l certainly
never could have known how much
you loved me.
Jessie took hold of her father,
hand, IS she spoke, aud looked at him
with unuttersble affection.
Yes Jessie, good has come out o.
evil in our lives, as you say. And
think people would often have less
power to injure rs than they have
were we but true TO ourselves. Al
long IS you and me remained 20, Un.
Gle Zeb's curse could never have done
rs any harm. We want more faith in
one another, Jessie, and in the good
ness Of our own hearts, and then we'd
see less coldness and disunion than
there Is in the world. But mnstn',
preach; it, only your mother who says
I'm - good - the parson, or who
thinks me - clever, bless her heart
He locked towards his wife with fond
smile. .Holloa, what are they up "a
up there! See, there's Phil shouting
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