The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1861-05-15

tdi Oae less tender. loss patient than Vii
liam, had. been sffectnally repslsed will
> half the rebuffs he met with. But hii
exceeding love and yearning over hi,
BROTHER. besiaes the consciousness Of hsy
ing outraged that broiher's pride, no
tha, lie has fslIen~fr his high estate
, smose .him.Jwitb ma intense, sharp re-
morie. Oaly a,nfas can wholly sympa.
thise9 ina a man's pride Williams owl
heart different as it was, told him how
great Was the barrier he had ses before
| them {.
length William and his wife be
thon2hs themselves Of aaothsr plan
Their child, the girl, that L sureuce's a.
sistaree bad saved from death, was no
grown into a fair damsel, of some fou. teer
years. She was like her father, will
golden hair aud brown eyes, such as hs
thad y Ati5R - t s7. asti 57 % II
''IIe cannot turn her from him." said
the fsihsr and mother, as With glisteninp
eyes they watched her on her way. Sh,
led her little brother by the hand, and
these two presented themselves before
Laurence, as he sat reading in the que;
sunshine of Sabbath afternoon.
"We are Willie aud Alice" said the
i girl timidtF, looking in his face.
He knew them q, once, though hi, eve,
h7d never rested on them before Alice
was his mothers nsine, and his mo, lrcr,s
face seemed ben. on hi0 now, longing
gearuingly.
William aad his wife were righi--he
aoud not tGrn her from him. ~
Uncle. won's you look at us?p said
-he pleading voice sgain; won't you speak
to ns-me and little Wiliie! 2-5if -
"Papas own little Willie" chimed in
the boy, inoppor,uneiv.-
"Go home to your father" said Ian.
rerce, in a harsh. constrained voice, 81
have nothing to say to you. Go home,
| Go not wish," he added in sof. tone
Ito be unkind to you. bu.--but you
mast leave me-"
I Tue girl stood dropping and fearful;
The little boy gszed mp at him with won.
dering eyes. He was fain to escape from
them, and so passed from the room.
After that William grew hopeless. He
had exhausted bis stock of expedients;
a ! his patience, endurance seemed ihyain
He dsspaired of ever sofsening the OBJ
dusate heart. est
{. Time passed on, and Lsurence was un.
troubled sy his brother. His psrssverinf
indfs r. YVES working its own way, too
, and he WAS slready clear OF The barrsr
poverty he had at FIRST experienced af.e
bis ruin. Esclf succeeding year fouut
him aaTancin9 TO ease again, if not tt
afilaence; and be was stern, cold. and IN
bending as ever. er.---z-
Another Christmastjde drew near
forty five years after that Christmas whel
the moon shone on the little white bed a
Cheriton. Il was Christmas eve, ant
Laurence had been detained late in The
ci.y, balancing some conaplexsc accounts
X was past midnight as he wended hit
. way hotueward. It,was frosty night
and moonlight, and Suburban streets ver,
| quiet and slnmberous; Laarenes's foot
steps, cchoing on the pavement, alon,
breaking. the stiffness. Somehow withou
his own will, almost in spite Of it, indeed
! his though, turned back TO old times, an
there arose before him q vision of th
e quaint house in the couatry, where hi
boy hood had been passed; the large ram
bling garden. the big mu!berry tree, an,
p the wood near the village where he an,
!, Willie had used to gather nuts. He an,
h Hilie-there he frcwned, aud s,ernly re
fused to dwell on the retrospection. II
J. walked quickly on, with lips sturiil
n pressed and brows knitted, resolved t
shut his mind on all s,ftening influences
but he could not--the thoughts cam
IS again. and would not be repnlsed. II
d lifted his eyes to the sky, aud The myrin
J. stars were shining down on him with
% kind of smile--.he sama smile as that {
s long ago He could not sleep that nigh
e He lay very qaiet, but with q world {
b busy thoughts Gattering about bis hear
y striving for entrance. The msonligf
e strsaued ia through crack in the bint
;. and it lit up The dreary, comforlless room
?. Laurence closed bis eyes suddenly. Tt
}. mooubeams brought a remembrance wi,
them that he would rot welcome.
l. There came sound Of music outsid
e in the frosty street. 7s s5t
n The waits. And they played the oil,
r old tune two boys had listened to yea
IT ago at Cheriton.
- Very strangely it sounded on La,
:" rence's ears--strangcst of oil because
y seemed so familiar With a strange. irr,
!. y, sistib!e power. the sweet, solemn tor
- smote on his clesed heart. and even bsfo
). " he recognized it, be had yielded to i
:" power. and. wondering the while, felt Il
:, hot tears bubbliug thiekly to his eyes.
y. Aud then came thronging the recolls
>. tions Of the olden days--vanished II
er intervening years like an obscuring smok
as leaving clear ard vivid tse memory