Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1860-03-08

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on things thougbtfulIy. every new day and
every new night would be miracle to make
US adore the WORKER r ~,
| 'Oh, II you take II so,' returned nv uncle,
somewhat unensiIy, ~ you take II so, every
thing 10 a miracle, l suppose; but people
| get accustomed to them and don't mind
TOO much accustomed, fesr,' was the
reply.
MY dear Sir s,id my uncle, 'if great
things did not become fainiliarized by re.
petition, existence would be unbearable.-
Suppose, now, my vile should look upon
every sunrise as a miracle, what would be-
come Of my breakfustp ..a'
This was unan .weruble, and the minister
retreated from his fortress, laughing. i'l'.i
Il wish disagreeable things could become
SO familiarized,' said Bertha, as q voice and
step we knew sounded atthe gate. One of
her admirers had .Ound out her retreat and
followed her,
toh, there's waneiss smiled my oncie,
with a mi.chievous look toward Bertha
Hes a very wealthy and well-connected
young man. to the minister. HE traces his
descent directly from an English EARL
'.Yes., said Bertha. scornfnllv. .and he'll
be sure to tell Mr.. Lypde of il in less than
ten minutes
Surs,enough, after few minutes OF com.
mon pIace talk. during which the Young
gentleman compIimented Bertha .profisely.
| Il iu,t ..banced that he ment;oned bis fami.
W dei. a-l7s ...s fv .,isi1 sai q.
Bertha turned toward Mr.. Lypde with
snarkIinc ewes .Mr Warren, abe said
.can trace his family hack tbrouyh all i,s
CHANCES IN he comes N n snonee. which
IL rrs., m.y ,bon,,h Won m,oh,n,, ,hins !,
~ W,,ron who ~ do h;a, ;,s,ice w.s
uood n,,ured ,bonob ma, worth nent;onino
o,her,yiso ,o,L hor .,,,cl in GOOD ,s,, nro.
no.in, 10 snhd,e hoe fs,oc,,y bv music
which unI:Ls tho n.,.nsd a, ola she was
to furnish berself He had brongbt her a
new s,ng Wm,d .hs ,rv IL,
R.r,he had rooa ,..,e n ,hose m,,,ers
;nmod;,te,v :, hs,,.,o and s,ng hisso
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| went to hear Mr. Lypde preach the next
Sunday. So did every one else, ! think, in
our good town. believe, too, they all
wanted to 90 again. am sure did. And
yet he was not one Of your howery speak
ers, who crowns his hearers with lotos-
blooms, and throws garlands upon graves,
but good man who knew in HE soul that
the mo nen,s are golden. His eyes had the
| upwl rd lock Of one who 10 used to climbing
difficult heights, looking ever at the goal;
and yet | felt certainly that be never crush
ed even The tiniest flower under his firm
| tread. His sermon tireGs sne, aud went
home trembling. and when safe alone wept
myself calm Alter this baptism OF fiie
anu water Mr.. Lynde was sacred TO me.
'Dear me! wasn't he slupid' cried Bertha,
coming to see me the next day. 'And do
you know he's going to live with usl To
think of papa's taking boarders! But he
will. cnly hope Mr.. Lynde won't try TO
convert me thought at first, dear. that |
should adore him; but don't believe he'll
be one of my ,mes.'
'Certainly not, Bertha. Mr.. Lynde is a
good man, and your flames always smell OF
brimstons.'
Nevertheless, when Bertha, who often let
me think for her, found that looked up to
and admired the new minister, and that, al
though averse 10 general society, marked
thuse days with white on which converSed
with him, she began TO thnk It worth her
while to notice him. My family returned,
and NJ. Lynde became frequent visitor;
but our pleasant intercourse was at an end.
Bertha was always there; and IT we spoke
together she came between Us with flow
or TO look at, or pret.y word to say, vr a
song to sing, or she "onld throw herself at
my feet, with her clinging arms Around me,
crushing all disposition to speak with their
soft pressure. Bertha had pretty, childish
way with her which always pleases men
who seldom realize the truth that woman
who pretends to be child is invariably an
actress. She asked Mr. Lynde's advice so
sweetly that he failed to remember how
seldom il was follIwed. She was by turns
80 gentle, so merry, SO se,ious, and, alto
gether, SO charming, that didn't wonder to
see his eyes follow her, and his grave lips
smile when she spoke. gradually with
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