St. Charles City Republican intelligencer. [volume] (St. Charles City [Charles City], Iowa) 1857-1861, 1860-11-15
NUMBER 46.

1ou are wrong there. Young
people should encourage every cheer
tul feeling. Why, could sing here
:, Tor very JOY to see the sun shine, and
i the trees waving. Look out here
: and he led the way to the porch, "scc
= how the sunset gilds every tree and
> flower, and mark those VARYING
: Clouds Then his tone grew more
solemn as he said, God is very good
to us !"
| bowed my head, and hot, scalding
tears chased each other down nv
) lace. The wicked ingratitude of my
. heart for the comforts and blessings
: granted to me, rose in all its black
t snlnIness before that simple sentence.
The stranger seemed surprised at
my emotion, but did not speak. He
went with a light free step into the
garden, and when | grew quiet again
he came to me, with small bunch Of
half opened moss rose-buds in his
t hands
" Will you let these bc my peace
Offering :" he said gently. "Iwound-
ed you: but, believe me, it was in ig-
nOrance'
pinned the pretty boquet to the
bosom of my dress, and then said,
This is not our choicest collection
!, Of flowers. | will show you mv gar
den," and led the way to the little
piece Of ground which it had been my
greatest recreation to cultivate.
We chattcd gayly as we went from
Hover to flower and then | took my
guest to tiny waterfall, some few
steps from my fathers grounds, and,
: as the darkness fell, led him again to
the house
: " You will take tea with me ?"I
said. My father and mother are
, out"
So the servant told me-"
But | should be pleased to fill
their place, if you will walk in."
" Walk in !" and my guest broke
into merry laughter. "Why, | have
come to stay month or two ! You
don't know me2 Excuse the omis-
sion really forgot to introduce my
self. | am George Lawson-your un-
Gle George, Miss Lottie"
: | froze instantly. Heaven forgive
my unjust suspicious, but fancied he
t was already trying to win the heiress
= Stately and digniied | sat at the
: table, but l could not keep up the re-
; serve. anecdotes Of travel witty
stories Of foreign life, and, above all,
a frank, genial manner, melted away
the cold manner tried to preserve,
, and long before we left the tea-tabIe |
, found myself telling adventures of
, my lonely horseback excursions, and
: laughing merrily with my guest Such
| an evening as that had never bright
, encd my life before My uncle, for he
mcrrily insisted upon my calling him
SO, defended his argument about sing
ing, by giving me several songs in a
rich baritone voice and | found my
own uncultivatcd notes mingling with
his, as long-forGOtten airs fell upon
my ear. We sat upon the porch after
the moon rose, and we argued over
our tavorite authors, and quoted poe
try with halt-laughing, half-serious
emphasis. When at last bade him
good night, forgot the hateful bar
ricr had resolved to place between
It's, and hummcd 4 merry tune, as |
went with light step to my own room.
My uncle's merry laugh rang in my
cars, as got ready for the night
but, after blew out my light, and
stood in the moonlight, looking from
my window, the current of my
thoughts changed. In my new joy
did what in my sorrow had neglect
ed. | knelt down and prayed, humb-
! nj 10 a,,l
fcrvor, and lay down to sleep, calm
and hopeful. \ happy morning sue
ceeded the evening had spent SO
, pleasantly. We rode out in the early
: day, and returned to hearty dinner
, at noon, and, after that was over,
paced up and down the cool parlors,
talking of scenes | had read about
and longed to see, and of all the pref
ty sights we had seen on our ride.
had dunned the white dress again, and
/, fresh rose-buds lay on my breast, for
, my life seemed opening with new
light, and instinctivcly tried to show
my Joy in my dress.
At two o'clock my parents returned.
| did not heed my step-mother's sneer
as she said a few cold words about
my improved appearance, but | slip
ped away aud left them, sure that,
with his sisters beautiful face, and
the many "reminiscences they must
have to recall, my newly found friend
: would not miss me.
r | was wrong. The first question at
/ tea.time was, Where have you been
D all the afternoOn?'
e "Oh !" said my step-mother, Char
/ lotte never appears excepting at meal
4 times. She aspires to be professor
). in petticoats, and studies, she says, all
S day"
t They were coming back, those bit
ter feelings, but had been pouring
: over new study that afternoon--my
own mothers Bible, and was sick
, ened at the wicked pride and resent
, mcnt revealed in my own heart, so l
0 stihed back the reviving bitterness,
:, and said, gently,
j. 81 thought Mrs. Watson would
wish to have her brother to herself,
r after so long an absence
G MRS. Watson. !" cried the said
Y brother "Why, Della, don't this
If young lady bcstOw any more loving
|, title upon you than that?"
at is not my wish to be called
It mother by Charlotte" said his sister,
Y. coldly. :.
"Nol Now feel intensely digni-
fed when she calls me uncle George.
| like it, and yet am ten years young
Y er than you are"
1--WE will not discuss that point, if
q You please" was the cold reply.
The days and weeks glided away,
c and loved my step-mother's brother.
All the warm affection which had been
|, chilled and smothered for so long
sprang into new life under his genial
manner. The frank, honest devotion
md trna reGrinus feeling, that was