Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1861-08-09

DC reared Is not just now very prosperous
one. The Nears and Day Book never had any
daily circulation worth mentioning, and their
weekly edition is much depleted by the loss
of their rebel friends. -. .,a.
Old Love and Burglary.
From the California Magazine.
About two weeks since, the wife of a Sac
ramento street merchant, whose residence is
in Stockton street, was suddenly awakened
late in the night, by footsteps in her bed
room, and the next moment the light of a
dark lantern flooded her face, so near that
she could almost feel the heat and hear the
suppressed breathing of the intruder. She
was entirely alone. Her husband had gone
to Sacramento two days before, and the only
person in the house beside herself was ser
want girl, who slept in the story beneath.
She comprehended all. The house had been
entered by burglars, whok knew of the absence
of the husband and the person who held
the lantern was probably armed and prcpar-
ed to silence the first attempt at alarm with
the stroke of a knife or a billy" Her pre-
sence Ofmind did not forsakc her. 1t doubt
less requires resignation and fortitudc in n
woman to witness, or listen to, without scream
or expostulation, the ransacking of her reposi-
tories OF laces, and the appropriation of her
jewelry and other valuables but the lady
very nationally deemed her life Of more con-
sideration than all the laces and diamonds in
the world, and without thinking of what the
rascals would help themselves to, or what
leave as worthless, she closed her eyes and
awaited the result.
The light was withdrawn from her face,
and she heard the opening Of drawers, the
rustling of silks, the picking of locks, and
occasionally low whisper of surprise or
disappointment. Then there was silence for
a full minutc-it seemed an hour to her-and
a soft footstcp approached the bed, and the
glare Of the lantern again fell on her face.
Through the closed lids of her eyes she saw the
light, but remained calm and motionless in
its scrutinizing rays, fearful that the least
movement might imperil hor life. What a
moment of suspense! The light was remov-
ed from her face, and she felt that some one
was leaning against the bed. Still she re-
maincd mOtionless--now more through n
feeling of terror than the council of policy.
Nor did she stir when the warm breath of
the burglar touched her check. Not until
his lips pressed her forehead did she spring
up and half Shrek" Who is in this room -
Hush /" responded voice in hoarse
| whisper, while a rough hand was laid on her
shoulder. "Speak nothing, and fear nothing. !"
The next moment she heard the sound of re-
treating footsteps and the creakiag of shut
ter, and then all was still again. Satisfied
that she was alone, she sprang from the bed,
and touching lighted match to the burner,
sank into chair completely prostrated with
the danger through which she had passed.
Recovering, she closed and fastened the win
dow through which tie burglar had entered,
and then looked around to ascertain of what
she had been plundcred .-
The drawers were ransacked and almost
everything with lock to it had been opened
but, strange to say, little or nothing was
missing. A casket of jewelry was open on
the bureau, but the diamonds and the gold
were all there, and her watch hung where
she had placed it on retiring Beside the
caskct, she discovered little roll of paper.
She picked it up, and found that it enveloped
hard substance, that the hard substance
was a ring, and that ring had been given to
her many years before, and had been in her
possession ever since. Half bcwildcred at
the singular proceeding, she was about cast
ing the scrap of paper from her, when her
eye caught the marks Of a pencil upon it,
she carefully opened it and read =
This ring which was once mine, tells me
in whose house am. did not know you
were in California. You know am an out.
law-the world knows it, and I do not care
to deny it--but fallen as am, I cannot rob
you, Maria. Forgive me, and God bless you.
- HENRY"
This explained all. She read the scroll,
and dropping upon her knees, prayed for
him who had written it. And who was
Henryl" Ten years ago he loved that
same Maria, when they both lived in Brook
lyn; and he would have nnde her his wife
for she told him she would be his-had he
not taken to drink and gambling, and finally
forged the name Of his employer. for which
he was given home in Sing-Sing. When
he was worthy Of her love he gave her that
ring, and she had kept it in remembrance Of
what he had been. This is the story Of the
ring. h l
On the return of the husband from Sacra-
mento, the wife related the adventure, and
then showed him the note; but he is not
jealous, nor has he attempted to arrest the
burglar
DEATH IN CHILDnooD. TO me, few things
appear so beautiful as very young child in
its shroud. The little innocent face looks so
sublime, simple and confding among the cold
terrors OF death. Crimeless and fearless, that
little mortal has passed alone under the
shadow. and explored the mystery Of dissolu-
ton. There is death in its ssublifnest and
purest image, no hatred, no hypocrisy, no
suspicion, no care for the morrow ever darken.
ed that little face, death has come lovingly
upon II; there is nothing cruel or harsh II,
victory. The warnings Of love cannot be
satisfied; for the prattle and smile, all the
little world Of thoughts that were SO delight.
full, are gone forever. Awe, too, will over.
cast its presence, for VIC are looking on death
but We do not fear for the lonely voyager,
for the child has gone, simple and trusting,
into the presence Of ifs aIl-wise Father. and