New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1860-03-05

lady, dressed in deep mourning, accompanied by
I'VE beautiful girls, IN whose sweet young faces
margaret read their relation to William johnson.
These, then, were his children, and although she
had heard with strange joy, for which she de-
spsed herself, of the death Of his wife, she could
not retain such feelings when she thought of these
lovely girls LEFT without mother, a. she herself
had been perhaps some day drifting like herself
upon the outer circle of happiness which she
could never hope to know. Then came the remem-
brance that had 1t not been for her folly she might
have been Q wife and mother; the wife Of him she
indeed wOrshiped, and the mother to his children.
Determined to have single look. If no more, Of
that face so beloved, Margaret walked on. Past
the fertile fields past the smiling river, through the
groves Of chestnut and maple, and to the very
borders OF the beautiful garden What was it that
caught her eye within its bondss A miniature
temple, the very representation Of the little church
at whose low gateway William johnson had said
farewell, He had not forgotten, then. But in the
very doorway Of that temple stood figure whose
appearance there startled and troubled her. It
was that Of young and beautiful woman, whose
dark skin, long, straight, black hair and flashing
eyes told her Indian origin While she stood there
her strong, active frame, her dark but bewitching
attitude, struck Margaret with jealous envy for
which she could not account. She had little time
for Indulgence seifblame for this feeling; for,
passing swiftly BIZ the steps that led to the little
fniniic church was 4 man whose tall figure and
graceful motions could not be mistaken.
1t was William johnson. Her heart told her SO
before she saw his face; and now it was turned
toward her. He had thrown his arm around the
Indian, and through the dark color of her cheek,
Margaret saw the deep flush of pleasure struggle
into new beauty. Her hand lay lovingly in his,
and her head was bent towards him, its long and
superb hair resting on his bosom and covering her
own figure like vail. One OF the little English
girls at the settlement mpeiled BY curiosity in the
lady who had come from her fatherand, as her
mother had told her, had followed her footsteps.
BY sudden and strong control, Margaret exerted
herself to ask,
Who is that woman yonder, Maud.p
And the child, delighted to give the good lady
the information, said,
1t is Mary Brant..
And who or what is she p" asked Margaret.
Why, don't you known asked little Maud
{ She is sister to the Mohawk warrior, and is Mr..
Johnson's wife. That is her husband standing be-
side her. They are very kind to me. Shall I 20
and ask if you can see johnson Hall? 1t is grand
place, and every stranger visits it.
Margaret stopped the feet feet that would have
run to obtain admttance for her to the home Of
William johnson and his Indian wife. She had
heard enough, and her own eyes corroborated the
chids story. She thought of the beautiful girls
whom she had met in her way, and wondered if
the Mohawk step-mother would meet their ideas of
refinement. She was growing bitter and sarcastic
every moment Had she yielded to tenderness she
was sure to faint, and then the chld,s offieious
sympathy would betray her, by calling the atten- |
ton OF him whom she would now avoid.
One bou9id0wn the road, and she was out Of |
sight, the Child with difficulty keeping pace with
her. It was Margaret's last look at her old lover
With the next ship she returned to England, and |
left him unconscious that her presence had eyer /
been about him. During the revolution, deeds of |
bravery reached her ears from time to time, Of /
which William johnson was the hero. After the
memorable expedition Of Crown Point, she learn
ed that the King had bestowed upon him the
honor Of knighthood and she wondered if the
gneenly Mohawk would adorn her station as Lady
Johnson.
In pleasant country home, surrounded by the
children of q very dear friend, whose husband
Margaret was at last induced to marry, she found
some consolation for her early disappointment
Tho romance Of life had faded away Her early
dream, though remembered. had put on more snb-
daed coloring; and she learned to hear the name
q SIR William johnson, with scarce a perceptihle
1niet, easy country gentleman, who valued her
mainly for the qualities which made her good
mother to his children. never knew that beneath
he calm surface she exhibited, lay world Of
sentiment which he had no power
g rouse, and which time only had been able to
ubdue. si