The Lansing state Republican. [volume] (Lansing, Mich.) 1855-1874, 1860-05-16

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From the Home Journal
HOW WOMAN TREAT EACH OTHER
An old lady is talking to her grand.
daughter on this subject
81 was young once, and had school.
fellow, girl sweet as hope, and innocent
as saint shriven; she was pretty, too
Just such a creature as youth of nineteen
would fall in love with, write verses about
and dote upon, till a fresher face crossed
his path.
Yes, Lotchen was fair, and if ever the
name Of angel belonged to woman, it was
her birthright - before her eighteenth
year she floated upon the wing of her guar
dian spirit, to claim that birthright in heav.
en-
But Lotchon had a human heart, too,
and as far as her innocent Ignorance al
lowed her TO know passion, shn fell in love
at sixteen, if it was falling in love to pour
out her whole being at mortal's feet, and
ask for nothing, unless it were for strength
to keep her modest secret.
"The youth she loved, passed her by
unnoticed: SO many q man passes Gy q
true, noble heart unreaa, though the
reading thereof might make him aoealth.
Ter than kings. No, Heinrich had no
love for Lotcben no more love than he
lad for the image of the Virgin in the
church wherein he worshippcd. and where,
too often, he stood like an earth veil be-
between Lotchen and heaven.
1.-The girl loved him as pious Catho-
lie loves saint-as something holy and
above her; it was enough for her to hear
his voice at rare intervals, to snatch trem.
bling glance of his face and all the while,
industriously to hide herself from his no.
tice. Her innocent love knew no future !;
it only lived in the present; she never
thought that that present could alter or
that anything could take her idol from her
gaze.
But Heinrich departed, and with him
went a trembling heart, and every guilt
less prayer that innocence can frame
Lotchen grieved sadly, quietly, but not in
despair he would return; he had only
gone TO Heidelberg; he would come back
from the University, with world of know
ledge and science and it would shine out
in his beautiful face, giving it fresh
glory
Time went by - news came that
Heinrich was betrothed to the rector
daughter Lotchen wept. but quiet tears
tears that she thought no eyes but the
angels could see; yet some one spied
them out. The some one was young
girl, too--a schoolfellow hiding Lotchen's S
blushing face against her own bosom, and
winding her arms round her like sister,
she drew out of the full heart all it had
felt and suffered for two long ycars-all
the happiness it had known, too-a happi.
ness whose light was now quenched in tears
The friend spoke soft consolipg words to
Lotchcn and left her to tell the rest to
Heaven.
Zone week later there came a letter
from Heinrich-a most loving letter, disa.
busing the young girls mind as the false
report, and pouring out all the soul of the
writer in love to her Heinrich loved her
Then earth was heaven. Oh, why did
not the young enthusiast carry her great
happiness straight to her mother and give
her half. something withheld her she
could not tell her joy to mortal ear.
Her friend gently questioned her O
her happiness, for her beaming looks be
trayed that she had rich store in her pos
session. Lotchen only answered, The
rose-tree in my garden. which | though
dead, Is in blossom, and l shall yet wear
crown Of its flowers" The friend askec
no more.
! The timid girl trembled to answer Helm
richs letter. but he had so entreated for
reply, that she overcame her fears ant
wrote to him-all her love- No, not
thousandth part, but still something whicl
let him read the first page of her virgin
heart. Then her lover wrote again ant
again-warm, glowing, impassioned letters
yet kept within bounds by the remembrance
of the pure heart into which he poure
MS scui. lie must be absent year, but
the end of that time his studies would b
completed; he would leave Heidelberg
and fly to claim his loving Lotchen.
The year of happy waiting was gone
Heinrich came home to Hannheim, but b
passed Lo.chen by cold greeting. A fai
young bride hung on his arm-Lotche
died. Died, when at lencth she knew tbs
all the impassio,sed letters size had n
ceirea acers forged by her friends han
tor her triends sport, and that her trusl
ing ans,cers, icheyein her souk wa
rcritten had been stOlru about Nam
heinl among Lotchen's acguaintane
Peace to thee, Lotchen, Sleep well
Sam By 1coma,a'S and q sister
hand,
"Ah. young hearts You will wee
many Of you will weep for Lotchen's trr
story; nerey, then, sport aciM ano,ls