St. Charles City Republican intelligencer. [volume] (St. Charles City [Charles City], Iowa) 1857-1861, 1859-02-17
Moral Gale.
IN TROUBLE
TIL T. FO RGE CHI &c X
BY MARY 4. LOWELL,

The best parlor Of large hotel,
not thirty miles from Boston, was
crowded with guests. 1t was rainy
day, and rainy day at watering
place, brings rather more water than
is bargaincd for, or is promised in the
bill of entertainment. The gentlemen
had deserted the parlor for the billiard
room, all but one tender youth, who
for the last hour had persisted in tell
ing Mary" that he was sitting On
the stile," although it was very evil
dent that he was only sitting on the
piano stool alternating with the dec
laration that his Heart was in the
Highlands" and that his Life was
like the summer rose"
He was evidently "a lovc-lorn,
blighted thing" as Missis Gummidge
says, and it did not seem as if any
body could possibly renovate him !;
and, in fact, nobody tried, although he
shook his perfumed locks, and smiled
killingly upon most of the ladies' pres
ent
Two adventurous young ladies were
fearlessly facing the beach, with India
rubber capes and boots on and two
others were leading the forlorn hope
in waltz in the adjoining room, to
the music of another piano, which
clashed discordantly with that on
which Fitz Clarence Buddington was
drawing forth such melancholy strains.
90, hush, for heavens sake, Fitz "
said his cousin, Winifred Harper
d" You distract me with those songs.
Go away and join the other gentle
men, and l will play
She was a fine looking woman who
spoke not very young, a little passee,
perhaps, but with brilliant hazel eyes,
fine teeth and abundant, coal black
hair, which she wore very simply
over the forehead and gathered into a
large knot, low down on the back OF
her head Her dress was as simple,
being a morning-gown Of plain white
cambria. Not an ornament was visi.
BILE, except small brooch, from which
single large diamond shone out like
star, and which had been the admi
ration and envy of all the young girls
who had clustered round Miss Harper
from the time they had ascertained its
full value.
The owner of such a gem must be
immensely rich, they thought, and i,
was worth while to cultivate her ac
quaintance. Besides she had such 9
divine cousin and Fitz Clarence Bud
dington rose twenty per cent. in theil
estimation.
"Sing, o, do sing, Miss Harper !
cried out the bellies in concert, as sht
deliberately pushed Fitz from the stool
and sat down to play.
The walters stopped at once, ant
stood looking in at the open door, Sh,
played softly at first the prelude tt
"Go forget me-" and then dashing of
into the full beauty and melody of thu
song, she went through with it, only
substituting her own words for thos'
belonging to it.
"What wild words !" whispered
Emma Cadell to her next neighbor
Mrs. Leigh. Mrs. Leigh answered b.
putting her hand to her head.
"A little cracked" she whispere.
so loud that all who sat near, heart
as distinctly as Emma herself
"Listen !" repeated one and anoth
er, Winifred, apparently not knowing
that the hum Of conversation ha.
ceased, and that she was attracting
attention, sang these words
Is this wailing which hath reached me,
Born Of spirit or of fire.
All the sermons ever preached me
Never raised ME any higher.
But this sorrow through hate thrilled me,
And the sound it gave hath filled me,
With intensest thoughts OF Voc
am weary-let me go!
Is this spirit,noie of sorrow,
Born anew Of angels Tyre,
Shall know again tomorrow
Thoughts that burn and words of fire!
Grief like this! o, must il reach me?
: Could not softer sorrows teach m0s
Must bear th.s ceaselcss woe!--
; am weary-let me go!
Oft I've heard of grief and sadness
Flowing through such streams as these,
Gone Is every hope of gladness,
Gone all hope of future peace.
One thing only now is certain,
: Woe hath dropped her sable curtain
Der my sunny life glad dow,
1 am weary-let me go!
Emma Cadell had stolen to the sid
Of the singer, and bent over her a