The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1863-08-20

they ssood tnefe SO near each other,
that their organs must mingle their vi
bratlons, and their preachers hear each
others voices from their respective pull
pits. One was a small, neat, wooden
building, in perfect keeping with this
small quiet village, and seemed very
sacred with its slender white spire
pointing toward heaven. The other
was massive stone structure of unique
architecture, half Gothic, half Roman.
"The place has scarcely changed in
ten years, Tom," said Nathan, sadly.
You are wondering what those two
churches stand SO near together for"
he added. 3" must tell you about
them. The stone church is the cathe-
dral, the wooden one the meeting house,
and there is quite history thereupon,
which | will tell you tonight to kill
time. ~ A 80 Af .-
The killing time referred to me, par
ticularly, | knew, for Nathan had little
need to kill time among all these re-
minders of his boyhood. 5. @
7" / will show you round if you like"
he said, buttoning up his coat, and pull.
ing down his hat, movement indica-
tive of putting on new dignity and put
ting off childish weakness. walked
up through the village, round tho base
OF the hill eonseorated by the churches
Suddenly 1 thought had passed into
fairy land. ] never had gazed upon
such picture of exquisite lovelness
outside of framed canvas. s
1t was a stone mansion Of elegant
form and structure, surrounded by a
large garden, hedged with cedar, and
shaded with magnificent trees. Climb
ing roses and honey-suckle festooned
the pillars of the portico and relieved
the sombre hue of the dark stones.
while the gigantic populars threw
round it an air of patrician sombreness
The walks and hedges and fountains
were fashioned after the true English
model, and there was nothing to mar
the symmetrical perfection of the
whole. Nathan smiled family vat my
looks OF amazement, and then | tho't
| knew why he had brought me with
him.
am an artist. say it boldly, for ]
believe that God made me an artist,
with soul specially tuned to all the
instincts of artists life. True, | am all
untutored, undeveloped, as the spiritu-
alistS call it, yet / feel all the power
within, that Raphael might have felt at
my stage 0f development. How dull
aud tedious TO me were the shipping
lists and edgers of our counting room,
while a thrifty tree, a silver ripple on
the brook, rugged cliff, or a full-rigged
ship, anything that | could paint, was
a real treasure TO me vr3
But was poor, and my companions
knew, for never had any secrets from
the world, that l was struggling on in
this great workhouse, to get the means
to study my art. Nathan knew all this,
SO guessed this was why he brought
me with him to Glenburn. l was part
ly right, though he declared that he
was wholly selfish i'll the matter, since
he wanted pictures of the brown cot
tage and this fine country seat. was
no less grateful to my friend, but was
somewhat surprised to find that he
cared for such things.
"There can scarcely be a finer view
than from this point" suggested.
81 think not" he replied; ''but gst
in glimpse of the churches if you
can" a
i favored his whim, as the pictur-
esqueness of the companion churches
would lend an added charm to the pic
ture. While we pondered, studying
the many attractive points of the scene,
a carriage rolled from the avenue and
approached us. Nathan stepped back
as if to avoid notice, while | watched
its approach, and secretly resolved to
add this aristocraiio carriage to my
sketch. AS it passed us a lady looked
out. That fair face haunted me, with
its paleness and sorrow, and those
strange, meaning eyes. There were
years of long and patient suffering in
those deep, earnest eyes, such alook as
we sometimes meet, that falls upon our
spirit like a nightmare, that we cannot
shake off; not with terror, but sad
pity which we know is helpless to aid
that silent sorrow. ai
! think / heard faint groan as the
carriage passed US, and the next mo-
ment the sharp voice of a woman COM