Charles City Republican intelligencer. [volume] (Charles City, Iowa) 1861-1864, 1863-09-03

heart, SO my eyes never drip with sym.
patty for that class of accidents,-but
alas, for pipes"
The subject Of breakage was dropped
A little breeze of wind came flutter
ing along. 1t lodged an eddying frag
ment of newspaper at Harding's feet
he reached out for it, looked it over
carefully, and then read aloud:
| INTELLIGENCE WANTED. OF Charles j. wor.
| den, who left home nine years ago for sea.
voyage to California. Said Worden is now
twenty-five years of age. has dark hair and
eyes. and is of medium hight. Will edit
| ors please give this notice insertion and great
ly oblige his afflicted parents. Address Bo,
35. Milltcwn, II. l.
"That short notice is the exponent
of heavy sufferings, and the young
man, whatever circumstances may
have surrounded him, has violated the
holiest, strongest instincts of our ma.
ture,' said Harding. ..
Bill looked at him for a moment, Sc
rene as midsummer skies, and then
said carelessly,-" there's more'n one
such case-l've been there myself and
seen how the thing works."
"Well it must work on those of a
lower moral order,-of partially de-
veloped species, whose sense of right
and wrong is as limited as the sigh,
of kitten under nine days of age"
Harding had peculiar kind of sensi.
tiveness on the point in question.
| Kill ntFfaI aUav anmnlaepnflv
And greatly obtige has afflicted pa.
rents," repeated Harding, looking at the
torn paper again. "The afflicted tel
us of sleepless nights they seek com
fort, but cannot find it they look out
on the earth for brightness, but it is
not there; they listen for some note Of
JOY, but II vain; they walk the fur
mace hourly they lie down and rise
up conscious of a paralyzing, bcnumb.
ing sorrow,-of burden that with iron
pressure is crushing out, drop by drop
the very life-blood. Some characters
are SO strong that they undergo this
martyrdom with calm, stony exteri
or, and some under a mile,-thc Spar
tan boy smiled while the fox gnawet
him-the Indian will suffer torture ii
disdainful silence, but the most are
overborne and overcome"
There was little CLEAN of feeling
under Bills dark lashes still the curl
/ ing smoke went circling upward
widening and disappearing.
"The great Father-heart pities such,
Harding continued Jesus has com
/ passion for them Solomon said all the
days Of the afflicted are evil; the in
/ spired prophet teaches that they whC
satisfy the afflicted, their light shal
rise III obscurity, and their darkness:
be as the noon-day j it's no ligh
thing to be afflicted"
You ought to have been a preach
er, Harding" 4 1
I've heard orators depreciate thei
merits before said Bill, in reply t,
Harding's negative.
Bill reached out for the scrap of pa
per, ran his eye over the advertise
ment, then threw it down, and knock
ing the ashes from his pipe, began =
I've seen men in California stop wri
ting to their wives after a little, an,
half or two-thirds of the fellows hadn'
correspondent at the East afte
they'd been there two years"
Easily demoralized, | should say,
returned Harding.
Not SO easily, sir, if you conside
the thousand influences that strive t
get scope for destructive action,-i
you count the temptations and tn
varied shapes each one assumes, am
add to this the fact that those men ar
but broken links from far-of' house
holds, and after the discouragement
of the day, they cannot withdraw t
the sacred precincts of home and II
pair moral exhaustion, and SO one erie
10. here +! and another 10, there an
they go out to the haunts of ruin, no
willingly at first, but driven by tn
goad OF defeat and disappointment, @
! allured by the mirage hope. Many b.
come the slaves of these vices, the
, fail in their business pursuits, letter
from home may not reach them, an
!. they cease to write sometimes tn
:. memory of sainted parents, the SCUM
\ of church bells, or an old tune, ma
{ quicken them to unpleasant feelings
! just as the first sensations OF a iroze
; limb are painful
i Il remember one night we sat
! our cabin door up among the Nevada
i my partner and /, Brig the boys a
Q ways called him, and someway | b
( gan to hum an old prayer-meetin
/ hymn of my Fathers, that ! hadn
) thought Of for years. Don't for God
Ii sake, said big, another verse'd win
l. me up looked at him,-his bros
t, chest swelled with emotion as he sal
n they sung that hymn when my mot
J. er was dying A little silence folio,
k ed. promised to meet her in hea
D. EN-, but Pm on the wrong track, rec
y on and with forced laugh he tried
,e throw off the memory. A month aft
It that, Brig died, poor fellow. miss'
ID him sadly ; many's the prospectiI
h. tours we'd taken together over mou
D. tains and across rivers, through sic
/ Il L. Al ss.lt