New Oregon plaindealer. (New Oregon, Iowa) 1859-1866, 1862-09-05
got to ask you; how you put father off about

her. He says he promised his dead sister to
give her home, and he means to do it,
what is she doing to-day 2
I'm the out-kitchen, washing'
IF father finds that out =
Yes; but he won't find it OUT
| is my cloak becoming mother p
'It's splendid Makes you look ten years
younger? q? | tell you what Elvra Louisa, if
you don't 60 off this winter, you never will
You are hirty-three, you know.
'You are mighty good at rcmindin me of
my age
'Oh, well, dear! never mind no one knows
it but me. Has Fitz James said anything
tender to you lately, dear p
'Yes, mother; he said lastnight that he
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He did 2 Well that's coming to the point
pretty close. He'll soon propose, my DEAR
Goodbye, mother And the amiablc e..
vira Louisa swept down the stairs.
An after-thought struck the mother, an d
flinging up the window, she called to her
daughter, who stood upon the marble steps
drawing on her gloves:
'Elvira Louisa, if you meet Mrs. Leighton,
don't speak to her F; give her the cut direct.
People who are intimate with the creme de la
creme of 'Punkinville,' should not mix with
those who work for living. Be sure you do
not go near your fathers store ; don't want
him to see that new cloak
Now, it SO happened that Mrs. Leighton
heard hl0 "a hore remark--She. Mas-lea ming
her weary head against the window, with
only the snowy curtain that draped it between
her and the voice that spoke the bitter words.
She was worn out with days hard labor
with her pen, and had threwn up the win
dow, that the pleasant March wind might
chase away the feeling of faintness that was
gathering about her heart. Her head ached
and throbbed only little less than her heart
They had ached hours before but she could
not stop to rest then, for many pages of FOOLS
cap must be written out before night. There
was no one now to compel her to rest: ne
! one to caress her tendsrly no one-as there
was in the aforetime-to draw her weary
head upon his breast and lay kisses tender
and loving upon her throbbing brow and
tired eyes.
She had chambers in a gloomy house op-
posite Mrs Stinson;s, which she rented for a
mere trife, because the house was supposed
to be haunted, and the landlord was glad to
rent it for any sum. The lonely woman was
not afraid Of the dead that was supposed to
walk there and was only glad to have the
large airy chambers at q price that came
within her means. g
AS Mrs Stinsons remarks reached her ear
her lip curled haughtily for a moment. and
then quivcred like a childs. She arose and
paced the floor hastily.
And 50 we are tabooed in Mrs Stinson's
'set'-we poor toi lers who write for living
because these small white hands have dared
to earn their bread and butter Let me ex-
anime these hands they are white and soft,
and have no shadow of stain upon them
thank God for that! They are good hands
ensush, but they must be daintily folded all
day long they must be idle, useless little
hands before they can be admitted into 'our
set.' Do you think you could keep still, busy
little hands Do you think it would be
enough that you would be allowed to nuttcr
over the keys of the piano Or, perchance,
embroidcr a collar, or box refractory serv'
wants earp
In the next room, voice started up that
beautiful hymn 'Homeward Bound':
'swe live as pilgrims and strangers below
/ We're homeward bounc; - ia 'frsr..g
Though often tempted, yet onward so,
! We're homeward bound. set lEj 81 z
| Trials and crosses we cheerfuly bear
| Tolls and temptations expecting to share sgr.
| We hasten forward, content with the fare,
/ We're hoIneward bound" Ae97A
Whilst clear young voice was singing the
! flush gradually. faded from Mrs Lighton's
I face. So '.tta -3~3
How foolish have been! how sinful
Why should the remark Of this;course won,
an excite and anger me 1t is hard, though
formy proud spirit to brook the insults this
changed life brings me. When ! remembel
the days gone Sy-the happy homo and Low
ing frcnds--I feel that my crossis very hard
to bear But it's no matter. Life is very
shorts VIC can but plod patiently across tht
Hills that lead to The fair land where our Sa
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