St. Charles City Republican intelligencer. [volume] (St. Charles City [Charles City], Iowa) 1857-1861, 1860-02-16
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ded, abruptly. turning to her aunt,
"is your son deaf and dumb"

lhlcfnai cJacuIatiOn but aloud ht.
said, " regret that any guest Of my
mothers should have to complain of u
slight from me, and if an apology will!
earn my forgiveness, beg to offer it +"
Is there fan in the room ?" saiI
Eva, not heeding the gent!cmanly
bow and address.
\ Aspoiled child" thought the young
4 man, as lie offered fan.
Would you like to change YOUR
dress, my dcar?" said Mrs. Morton.
"your travelling costume is very
heavy for the house,
"Wcll, will beautify, | guess, be,
fore tea" said Eva, springing from
her chair.
Mrs. Morton conducted the young
girl TO her room, whilst she inwardly
shuddered at the idea of calling her
daughter. When they were fairly in
the pleasant chamber appropriated to
Eva's use, that young lady's face sud,
denly lost its sullcn expression, clear
ed like burst of sunshine after q
shower, and she threw her arms round
Mrs. Mortou's neck, and kissed her
heartily
Dear aunt Laura, I am really glad
to see you again. was little girl
when you went abroad with Edward.
but your sweet face has not changed
a bit. What a pretty room Flow
ers too love flowers so much. And
here are books, and this pretty table
for my work. Oh shall enjoy this
room, am sure" She turned to tho
window. 1t was nearly sunset, and
the broad river, seen through the
waving branches of many trees, look
ed like molten gold in the yelowish
light. The green lawn, with its bor-
der of flowers, and beyond the rich
foliage made landscape of wondrous
beauty. Little Eva stood, her face
quiet, her futtcring hands folded.
drinking in this beauty. She was
keenly alive to the beauties of nature,
and this scene was like glimpse Of
paradise.
l." Is it not lovely? ~ she whispered.
Oh I! auntic, how can any one ba
wicked i'll such a beautiful world?"
81 am glad your room pleases you,"
said Mrs. Morton. Edward admires
that view very much.'
The whole expression Of Evas face
changed.
* must dress for tea,' she said.
turning abruptly from the window,
and knccling before her trunk.
;: will leave You them said Mrs.
Morton "you can find your way tn
the parlor again ~ and she went down
! stairs
After nearly an hour spent over her
toilet, Eva rejoincd the mother and
son. Both started, and with difficulty
rcprcsscd an exclamation of surprise
as she came in. She wore a lawn
dress of bright blue, over it white
lace basque trimmed with pink,
and fastened at the throat with
green bow. Her hair strained back
from the face, was gathered behind
into yellow silk net, fastened on
with red pins. Apparently uncon,
scious Of anything worthy of remark
in her dress, Eva sat down beside her
. cousin Edward, and began to talk in
in a silly vapid style. His replies in
monosyIlabIes delivered gravely, and
she fancied half contemptuously, at
length piqued her vanity.
He thinks am fool" was her
first thought then, call right, no
won't propose was her second. Yet
it CALLED her to see the perfect courte-
sy, and gentlemanly manner in which
her nonsense was received, and almost
involuntarily she turned the conversa,
ton.
Arc you an author, cousin ?" she
asked, touching the papers on the ta-
BILE.
No; am making II translation
from Schiller merel y to keep up my
German. 1t is three years since I
left Germany, and | am fearful of for,
getting the language"
My teacher made me translate tho
other way. He said | would acquire
more ease in the use of German, if |
translated from the English"
Then you are not familiar with
the German authors ~
"Oh yes, read with my teacher.
But, cousin,n and she took up paper
of his manuscript, "why do you not
write this in poetry? This sentiment
for instance, 60 While the wind sigh
cd softly amongst the tall trees, as
if whispering warnings sent from
above that IS such an exquisite idea
for poetry
Whilst murmuring through the foliage
The winds sighed low and soft,
As if Angels whispered warnings
Come, give me another line"
b" can think Of nothing to rhyme,
but
Sent downward from aloft,''
said Edward, quietly.
The hot blood mounted to Evas
checks at the implied satire ON her
sentiment. She tossed aside the pa,
pers, aud went across the room to her
auut's side. She was turning over
the work in Mrs. Morton's basket,
when a low voice beside her said,
" forgive my impertinencc. did not
mean to offend you. appreciate tho
beauty of your idea, and only regret
that am not poet enough to carry it
out"
The frank, manly apology quito
conquered Eva's little feeling Of pique.
and she gave him the effect Of the
first bright smile he had ever seen on
her face
The tea bell rang, and Eva accepted
her cousins offered arm TO the dining-
room. After tea, she kept up the as.
sumed character Of willful petulent
child for nearly AN hour when com,
pletely disarmed by her cousins gen
tie courtesy, she forgot herself, and,
interested III a favorite subject. con.
versed with intelligence and grace !,
so much was Edward pleased, that the
horrible dress and disfgurcd face were
entirely forgotten, and he was charmed
with his cousins wit and intelligence +,