The Burlington weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1860-1876, 1863-01-17
"rHE SAINT. AND HIs DAUGHTER

Prom the SUNDAY Mercury.
"A room for self and daughter, ma'am."
1 She really WAS . modest pretty little thing, !"
said Widow Warren, who was novice in Wash.
irgton boarding house keeping; "sDd he was
such q nice, gray-headed old man. Looked
for all the world like a minister; and shouldn't
wonder II he was. He has taken that large front
chamber, too; says he is willing to pay any price
for such grand prospect"
Now, 10 one corner of the room sat q little
woman 10 gray. She was an old Washington
resident, and the follies and vices Of Washing
ton life had passed under her observation TOR
nearly forty years. She had seen bellies spring
up, flourish, and decay. She had watched the
growth Of world wide celebrities, and had more
anecdotes packed away under that silver.w White
hair of hers. than even Father Abraham" him.
SELF She looked up hastily as the Widow War.
rem spoke, and detained her from flying visit
TO the kitchen, to ask
"Did you require references :"
'Dear laws me! no. References in that case
should have been ashamed. Why you've no
idea what noble, benevolent, pious looking old
gentleman he wss!" calculated the widow,
breathless in the excess Of her astonishment at
the caution Of the little woman in gray. "Blese
my heart! references~
II have seen pious hypocrites in my day" re-
piled the latter. eyes, men whose sanctisy Of
appearance maOe heaven Bc0th W UAiuS al sucE
very faces, and yet they we're devils"
in gray-very bitterly; and more than one Of the
bcarders looked up in astonishment-her voice
was usually go sweet and mild.
"Well, III risk the consequences" said the
Widow Warren. And risk the consequences she
did. OF course We were oil agog to see this new
boarder-that ia, the saint and bis charming
daughter I didn't know Why it was, but the
man thereafter always went by the cognomen OF
'the saint" It Was . touch of human nature
which has weakness for nicknames. He came;
We saw; he conquered. What dear gray head
he had! A brow majesticl an eye Of Italian
cearnese, form OF splendid proportions.' And
that sweet juvenile BY bis side, 90 young, fresh
and pretty! So very innocent in her ways! What
to bel and her father evidently man of the
world. Twas strange, twas passing strange!-
We noticed few incongruities of the dear in
nocent-but then she Was 80 young! 30 fresh!-
We could not help observing her sometimsl
eight inaccuracies, not to say ineleganciss, Of
language-her penchant for violent colors and
dresses extremely low in the neck, and high in
the srms Her complexion, too, was 80 admira'
BILE; never changed Always the same lovely
blending of pink and white, charming! Did she
complain Of = headache! Her cheeks we're rosy
still. Was her appetise,-were her spirits ditto!
Still the colt Hush Frightening and deepening at
word, . glance.
Meanwhile, the sain, vas extremely careful
Of his daughter. 1t Vas, MY darling" and
my love" A terrible foreshadowing that
she we early to leave him sometimes found its
way in plsintive tones to the ears Of our sym.
psshising lsndlady.
That couch, Madam-yon noticed it, per-
haps slight, very slight, but fills me. Madam.
with alarm inexpressibly. Her mother died,
Msdsm-died Of thu; fatal disease that sweeps
the silver strings Of so many tender and love-
ly beings. Alas! Madam. whom the gods
love die young; Aattering but fatal honor.
would that their predictions were in favor Of
those who are worn and weary Of the world
like myself, Madam, for instance, or you"
dap exclaimed our unsopaisticated hos
tsss, II amt tired Of the world. Why, I'm
only forty, and feel a. young Is . young girl,
Any Day. But, may ask, Sir, is this your
only darter?"
''The youngest Of my heart and love, Madam
not the Oldest. have other children
sweet, good children Is ever maa was blessed
with, and well to do in the world. Still,
Madam, Is fair and fragile flower, Emily
-shem- my most precious-ahem-childL'
"Well, now I amt noticed nothing particu-
lar bad about that cough !" said tie widow
Warren, shut if was you, I'd git some cod.
liver lie. know lots Of receipts for coughs
though don't think I've got any that'll cur,
consumption, when it's we'll set in" IN. B.
Widow Warren WAS . down.Eastsr.) "Bu
maybe she goes out O. nights too much. Night
cir Amt good, specially in Washington, ~,
heern tell. syour wife been dead long"
"My blessed companion departed this lif,
ton years ago;" Vas the answer in sod, CON
strained voies-''she wss one Of the few women
Madam, who ere too good to live on this drsar,
sxtb,"..