Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1862-11-07
THE PATRIOT GIRL.

ty, the pride and delight of her parents,
whose only occupation was to attend to
their aocks, and bear the scant produce of
their little farm to neig ghboring market
town. Ella, like the wild flower, had
grown and bloomed in obscurity, adorned
and beautifcd by the unering hand of ma
ture. She had known but little of the
world until the trump of war sounded
over the country, and echoed discordantly
amidst the darkest recesses of solitude !;
and when, in consequence of her inquir-
les her father was obliged to tell her of
The distracted state Of her native land, the
indignant blush and the high heaving of
her bosom proclaimed how much she felt
for her enterprising sovereign and the
brave people that were arrayed to defend
his dominion.
"IIeaven grant us victory exclaimed
she, in the patriotic enthusiasm of her
soul; 81 would, father, that nature had
made women strong enough to fight"
The old man only smiled reply, and
kissing her rosy checks, bade her keep out
of the sight of the soldiers.
This caution was scarcely needed. El-
la knew where to find one on whom she
could gaze, and be gazed upon for hours ;
and who, though not dressed out in the
trappings of the military, was more to her
than all the world beside. She was soon
on the mcuntain-slope, watching her herds
and listening to the mellow notes as they
flowed from the pipe of Adolph, fine
featured young man, who sat at her feet
gazing tenderly upon her smiling face.
THAT hair of yours, Ella" said he,
laying down the instrument; 81 would
give the world for one little lock-" and
ne ran his fingers through the glossy
trcsses as they hung luxurlantly around
her finely moulded shoulders.
The world is not yours to give, Mr.,
Adolph," said she, archly; "but do you
only love me for my curls, which you are
praising?"
"I love you for yourself, dear Ella
but these rich ringlets, which might grace
a queen, l almost idolize them, and yet
you refuse to bestow upon me one little
tress.'
"Have not reason? Were | to give
you lock, l might never see you again
for then you would have your idol by you
and | should be forsaken. No, Adolph
first prove yourself worthy of the gift
and then you shall not only have tress
but my hand, too, if you desire it"
"Tell me how to become worthy of so
inestimable gift" exclaimed the enrap.
tured youth; "and | will follow the path
you shall point out"
There it is" answered the maiden
pointing toward Breslau, and looking her
lover fxedly in the face.
"And what am to do in Breslau p
Join the brave men who are struggling
for our liberties, and tenfold shall be the
love of Ella"
A slight blush overspread the face ol
young Adolph, and kissing the hand Of
the fair shepherdess, he turned away, and
was soon lost among the deep recesses Of
the valley.
There was more courtliness in the last
salutation of Adolph than generally falls
to the lot Of the untutored and robust
mountaineers of Silesia; and Ella thought
as he wended down the narrow defle, thai
there was more dignity in his mien thar
she had ever before observed. She scarce
ay dared ask herself who he was; for h'
had been but short while among thu
shepherds, and no one knew aught of hi
birth or profession; but every one lovec
him for his generosity and nobleness o
spirit
"My hair" said Ella to herself, as th'
youth vanished from her sight; al viii
dress it for his sake. They say it is ricl
and beautiful. All how freely would
destroy each ample trcss, and scatter ]
upon the winds, did he not love to smooth
it with his fingers"
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