The weekly mountain Democrat. [volume] (Placerville, El Dorado County, Calif.) 1861-1862, 1862-08-16

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makes him so miserable. came to ask
him to help me again in the night school
in the coming winter. He used to be so
interested in the boys there
'Ay, he had cause to be interested last
winter; doubt if he'll be this
This was a mystery to me; however, |
thought had better ask James himself to
solve it. So | merely said, can | see
James? Where is he :?
Il expect he's with the master down by
the woodside. There's a timber sale on
Friday, and they're seeing to the trees.
And Mrs. Dawes dropped again upon her
knees, impatient of losing a minute too
much from her work.
! Good. day, Mrs Dawes, said ! tsee II
you can't find out what troubles your sou,
/ anh Ne>p nlm'
Bless you, SIR she answered, we know
as well as he do. He'd take it from you,
> ~; -; Is Is ,',- d .> So gar; rs q teh
him the folly Of it. Pm sure I've scolded
aud argued win bNn III thought |
should drop; and so has his father
shrugged my shoulders at this method
Of helping one in distress, and turning
away walked back through the wood. |
had not gone very far before met James
and his father coming slowly along
Dawes himself, Il tall, bony man, walked
! tirSt-hio head erect, his hands in his
pockets whistling. James was tagging
behind, his eyes bent to the ground
'Ay, Jim, here's the par>on, said Dawes,
stopping short. and turning round to his
son. This country han't made you TAT
yet, sir. | told you it wouldn't There's
/ only one fat mau hc,r&4cuasy end he Was
fat before he come
The farmer meant th!s for dry pleasant
ry-so smiled at it, perhaps somewhat
forccdly; and then ! said, you have not
pald in your subscription to the school
yet, Mr.. Dawes.
No, sir, really can't afford it any
more. Jim's help must be my subscrip-
tion for time to come.
Every one in the neighborhood except
Dawes himself, cUntcSses him to be the
richest farmer for miles round. Aud he
is adding in no Sparing measure to his
profits eve.y year. Fearless, | suppose,
that might rccur to the money subject,
he at once resumed his whistle, aud
trudged on.
I'm afraid, sir, can't pay my part,
the melc help this winter said James.
Il expect you have been to the house to
look me up about it..
Yes, answered, you may as wei
walk .ttle way with me aud talk it
over
/ james Dawes turned without word,
and strobe silently 10y my side. At last
| said, i dill come t. talk about the night
school, James; bat have something else
to say now. Your mother tells me you
are very wretchcd about something you
have been doing. May ask you what it
is? Can give you any advice or help? =
Its past your help, sir And james
stopped short, and sciAing up large cIod
Of dry clay, threw it with all his force
against an elm trunk. 1t f,l into u hun
dred pieces Its as finished, sir, and as
broken up to nothing AS that lump Of clay.
| have always valued myself II little too
much on my intuition. | suppose all Of
us like to think that We can see into the
inner connection Of things outwardly un-
connected. Sonow, putting together that
nine months time and death of dog
of which friend Wcstman had told ne
with that nine months Space and loss Of
a dog of which Mr.. Dawes had told me,
very naturally concluded that the dead
do. was James Dawcs'S, and was in some
way CONNECTED with James's present mis-
cry. Boldly taking the connection for
granted, rushed without preface, IN me
di,tS rt~.
James, said |, "a little wiry haired ter
ricr OF YOURS was Killed about nine months
ago
James started, and looked at me. his
fine face as white as wood ashes. But
was prepared for that; and SO, drawing
fresh convictions from his sudden palor
and his strange glance Of enquiry, | held
my peace, and waited for him to speak.
Not exactly that, sir, he said after some
pause 4 had dog about nine months
ago, and haven't the dog now. 1t rds
a little why haired terrier. lie was Mot
killed, sir but he is far from here by this
time. Hen never run along this wood,
path again.
That dog is dead answered. Mr..
WeStman saw it die. 1t was run over at
! the bottom of Ea>ton Hill, by Farmer
Juyce's wagoner, old Sam, the rauter.'
shall not readily forget the sudden
chang of Jamcs's face when he heard
| this. The Stulid aud dull look, as of mis-
cry grudgingly but necessarily acquicsccd
! in, winch had POSSESSED his cOuntcnance
before, quite passed away; and IN its
stead there came look Of most Pitiabl.
! bewidcrmynt, and Of quick and lively
/ pain.
'IHlu,' cried he, striking his closed
! fists together, size haSnertr hal II. Here
, i. G~>. h"na NY nnly comtnrt AL thcs4
months to think something | loved wa,
with her; following her and going before
her in her walks, taking care oi her for
! Inc sitting b. her in her room, and lick
ing her hand turning her heart to think
: of me in her lonely moments; and some
times perhaps speaking .tor me too
James, said, do not know who SIZE
! is; but do know that the dog had
message from her to you, when it was run
| over
All, sir he answered, with forced
Smile, what message could the poor dumb
thing bring to me which did not know
/ All Cdul
could not any longer play-for So
seemed to be doing-with the poor fcl-
lows wretchcdness and love, so told him
of the paper, and the message of love writ,
ten on it, 1T was certainly an invitation
said |, IAN invitation, am sure, which,
by your present unhappiness, if you had
only received, you would have obeyed.
1t is therefore, you see, most hopeful
case. Whoever she is, she loves you, it
is plain. Your failing to answer her call
must have cost her as much misery as it
has you. Cheer up, james! Your duty
and your inclination 30 together, you See
James, if anything, however, looked
duller than before.
Why, sir, by this time said he, she
is in some island in the Pacific
i Island in the Pacific! What! Is it
Ellen Knight
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