The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1863-10-30

larded in her steady g zt, thrilled in the
low ure utteranc, OF her cons. iJus words,
asserted itself in her lighte,t touch. Li-le
Mercur saw why his Child wanted Fl! mn.
She was one of those women who, when
| one once knows them, breathe poetry to
the very elements, even though they
shrink from talking or singing it. To
such, it must not 60 through many hands,
all .labbing at its freshness. ST. she took
to this fair child, and whispered her sweet
thoughts to her. And they grew soquiet-
| ly and naturally together, that even the
close sighted father never knew of the
union, until this night when accident
showed him Pets cOmpanionship. And
| his pretty wife flashed back in his face the
truth, that as for spiritual communion he
| was alone.
Pet lay go still he thought she must be
falling asleep. Then lie Leard her say,
softly,
"Mamma's gone, Flynn"
Flynn smiled.
"Malnlna was pretty"
"Mamma was very pretty" Flynn
sad.
"Why didn't God make Flynn pref
tier2"
"God knew" Flynn said, reverently !;
and the child raised her eyes as she did
in prayer. They came back brightly
again;
''Mamma wore beautiful flowers!"
"Where? asked Flynn.
"Here" And the little hands went
together over Pets bosom.
"Pet's Flynn's flower"
The sweet face smiled with mischiev-
Gus smile.
"Wear yours where mamma wears
hers"
Flynn understood. She gathered the
little form up in her arms, and pressed il
close to her loving woman's heart. This
bud she was nu-turing would open one
day into Flynn's beautiful blossom-not
mammals.
So thought papa, as he waited outside
Il door, while the pale g"vernness walk
Ell the nursery f1mr with the burden on
b, breast, and at l.i-t laia it down, sleep
ing, on the bed. Then lie went back to
his room and waited for mamma She
came home long after midnight, and slept
IdlC luIO luC bCAt "bSh sAiV
met ler husband at dinner, she said in l.er
childish way, quite exnltingly,
81 knew Pet would be well enough off.
Lette said she was quiet and slept we'll
The father thought Of weary feet eong
to and fro inside the nursery, and the low
lullaby hummed softly in his baby's ear.
Thinking of the subtle music Of this wulL-
ans voice, he forgot what mamma was
saying, or that she was there. So no rev.
elations were made.
Mrs Mercur grew feverishly fond Of
excl ement AMI party going Her hus-
bani's relnOnstranc-s were unheeded and
at last, growing weary OF her weak accu-
sations, and insinuating comparisons of his
conduct and Lette's, he gave up thesat-
tempt Of res raining her, until he saw that
her health was rapidly giving way. Then
he plead with her, gently but earnestly.
She laughed at his fears, and turned to
the pleasures she was madly pursuing with
renewed eagerness. Duty urged him to
more decided action. lie led her to her
mirror one morning, after night of dissi-
patton, and babe her confront the sunken
cheeks and great CLASSY eyes, sta ing back
in her face like solemn warning. She
gazed for moment like one trans fixed,
and the truth fastened slowly on her M
willing consciousness. Size could not bear
it. She turned tiercely toward him, and
with wild gesture, almost shrieked,
"Stop your idle praticg. Twill live while
do live"
The end of her race was reached at last,
and she lay down to die. 1t Was g!im
place she was verging on. The phant"lns
and shadows were all passed. The real
chasm, the genuine gloom, were just out
side. Should she go back, seeking all of
the pleasure haunters, through this place
they had led her to2 All! they were
cl,eerless guides now.
81 am dying, Lisle," she whispered
hoarsely. lie gathered her cold hands in
his warm ones, but he could not remove
the chill.
81 am dying, Lisle," she shrieked pite-
cusly. He bowed his head over her pillow
till his lips touched her damp forehead !;
but they lad no comfort for her here.
| "1elp me. my hnsband!"
He could have helped her once. He
could only turn, in lis deep distress, and
groan now. a quick thought flashed
through him hopefully. "Shall l call
Flynnp"
The dying eyes looked up imploringly.
She came in, white and marble-like, as
she who lay there in her last agony would
he soon. Lisle could not see the eyes, in
which he longed to read if there were hope
of comfort for his wife, the lids lay down
SO heavily on her cheeks.
Fanny turned to her, with wild ples
in every lineament of her suffering face.
| "Hslp me, Flynn!"
"God must do that" said firm, sus-
/ kosninN mica ClOso f1,h hoe EailinY oaf