The Grand Haven news. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1858-18??, 1861-12-04

WIN ih '0saos
All Daniel said 10 me as bis first sal
utatiou was r. .sgaa10
Molly, hope you won't repent it,
and replied saucily, though my heart
was full of tenderness, and feared il
would slip off at the tip of my tongue
" If do, shall take good care that
you do Also" and we went 10 dinner in
the recently purchased house. When i
arrived there found the new striped car
pet had been put down wrong side up,
and while my own domestic was putting
aside the dinner, l raised the tacks and
Daniel and / reversed il. / doubted il
any modern man or woman who started
for Nahant Newport, or the White
Mountain, spent a pleasanter afternoon
after that solemn ceremony which made
us say we loved each other when we had
never dared make words Of it before. We
did not speak of our new relations at all,
but all the hoping, dreaming planning of
the future, was hushed, but burning ST.
lently in both our thoughts. Sometimes
when in after years Mr.. Overton---the
Daniel was dropped by the minister
was particularly busy, and absorbed by
the cares of his business, | fell to wonder
ing if he cared for me, and if any other
good young person would not have pleas
ed him just as well. To be sure he had
no leisure TO show me any particular at
tention, but if / had been in poem in
stead of in purchased parlor, he would
have said he loved me, and would have
kissed we when about 10 leave me SO
lonely.
BY and by there was curtained room,
and a pretty cradle, and noiseless feet,
and feeble voice unheard on earth be-
fore, and was so happy in the dim room.
Mr.. Overton came in softly many, many
times day, forgetting bis hurry and
commercial interest, and l always feigned
sleep, and then l learned how alike we
were. He parted the curtains, and look
ed at me, and sighed, and kissed me ever
so softly; in fact, could hardly tell if
it was his lips or his breath that swept
my cheek, and once he said
"Molly," but l did not answer him;
and he peered about the room to be sure
no one was there, and then he swept my
lips again, and called mo "white lily"
and said "Poor birdie can't sing now,
it's so weary and faint God help you to
your strength again." and | lay then so
glad and happy, and wondered if, after
all, it wasn't dream; but there was the
cradle, and the little velvety hands l
could just touch with my oulstretched
arm.
BY and by | was strong again, and
Mr.. Overton helped me walk out into the
summer sunshine, which was not half so
fair and sweet and warm as that which !
prisoned on my memory, and which came
when tho curtains were parted in the dim
room.
Just before the baby came, Mr.. Over
ton brought me the " Vision of Don Rod
erick," and the Lady of the Lake." and
my very soul swan in ideal beauty, and
grew wild with chivalric deeds. 1t was
with many days hesitancy, and much
fear Of defeat, that intimated that my
new treasure must be called Ellen Doug
lass, instead of one hunted from sacred
history, as all the family nomenclature
had been; and 10 my utter CONSERVATION,
Mr.. Overton replied
"Yes, Molly, l have been thinking of
it, but feared you would not be pleased;
and / am certain it will have little on its
baptismal day in way of cups and spoons
from the relations. We must choose be-
tween the two-a name TO please our
selves, or run the risk of Dorcas or Sarep-
ia, and the silver"
So it was called Ellen Douglass, and
we felt the holy horror of its ancestors,
maternal and parental, when the good
man uttered it, and its faint, pleasant
sound lifted itself TO the severe outlines
of the walls Of the old fashioned church,
and swept over the long black lines of
Russia pipe which modified the winter
air. and served for the spiders to suspend
their silky drapery upon in the summer
time.
But the Jones of the clergyman's voice
as he let the name slip ovor his lips in
deep, rich cadenced sound, revealed the
fact that il stirred the human and sympa-
thetic in his own SOUL and that he read
other metered books besides the psalms
and hymns of DR.. Watts.
l think l never veneratcd him so much
rs at that moment. He had been d The
illogical Epitome of goodness and wisdom
before; now, his heart, as we'll as soul,
seemed lifted to my highest ideal stand
ard Of perfect man.
There was no silver goblet, no pap
spoon, or coral and bells from its grand
parents. They came often 10 see it,
but looked pitifully into its chubby
face as if it had been marked with some
unnatural Disagreement, and always call
ed il "the child"
The good minister gave il Bible with
gold clasps, on which was engraven the
name in full, and the elder relatives sigh
cd, and one said:
"Tbe days when the prophets in Israel