Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1864-02-25

the entire street the windows were thrown
open to admit the air which, this morning,
seemed laden with sweets. My heart
questioned of many things: A Tantalus
.'why?" and "wherefore?" rung in my
e,rs, as I contrasted these regal dwellings
with he garnet home Of the Summers
But knew my heart was an undisciplned
thing. and much given to asking naughty
questions; so l bid it "be still" and has
tened my steps. only just reaching the boat
in time. found Mrs. Lawrence engaged
in writing letter to her son (who was
away at college. 1t took very few min
utes to interest this good woman in behalf
OF the Summers very few more, we were
seated in her comfortable carriage. aud
speeding away 10 their relief As my
heart had foreboded. we found the mother
dead. and poor Jessie in an agony ofgrief.
"She just stepped away" Whey said
"Poor lamb" she added. "she went off so
still like that we never knew when the
master came
Of the sad burial it is needless to speak
My heart even now throbs at the thought
When all was over, Mrs. Lawrence carried
Jessie home with her. 1t was her inten-
ton to give the poor orphan home and
educate her for a governess. which she was
amply able to do. Jeesie incurred for her
mother till she grew thin and pale; but as
months passed away she learned to love.
devotedly, the gentle woman who so Eobly
filled tina; mothers place.
1t was now late in the winter When
spring came my changefnl life called me to
another part OF the world. and for seven
years 1 never saw sweet Jessie Sumner
| correspondent, at rare intervals, with
Mrs. Lawrence, and through her learned Of
Jessie. Once letter came saying she had
abandoned her intention Of making Jessie
governess; and instead. had adopted her
as a daughter. She loved her already as
her own child. 1t was Aliens wish. she
said, as wcllas hers. Enclosed was dain-
ty note from Jessie. begging me to write to
her-thanking me fer the happy home she
had, for the kind mother and noble broth
CT. From this time forth we CORES pond
ed, and learned much Of the Young girls
heart. Her letters told OF purity. and
showed that the woman's heart had already
asserted itself. My vivid fancy had alHa
dy conjurcd up romance; for, though no
written words had ever told me so, knew
that "Jessie's love" was given to the
kind, noble brother" she wrote about
knew the "sigps of the times'--the
sweet unfolding of the heart. leaf by leaf.
to the entransic music of Lowell knew it
| tremble when [ see love
dawning in a woman's heart. 1t is fear
fnl thing TO love! because we then put
away our childhood forever!-ay, and our
liberty.
When we love we give onr life into the
keeping of another-our happiness has
gone out OF our control We never, /
think. really live till we love. We do not
understand the full glory of lfe-we are
as little children! The love-tales We read.
the poets pages we scan, are mysteries till
love Enlocks the heart, and we awake to
the grand knowledge that "lle is Lowell
The grandeur of the starry sky, the glory
OF the flower gemmed summer time, have
a two-fold beauty now; for 1--we has flung
its veil over everything on earth. Surely
"There i nothing half 80 sweet on earth,
AS Loves young dream"
Some say that as years creep on, our
love dream is forgotten. Not so. 1t may
slumber for a time, or be carefully put
away with other precious things that it
pains us to look upon. but never forgot
ten! Or, If it is, it is like some strain of
music-some melody of old-to us as
Forgotten music, till some chance
ribrates the chord wherein it sleeps"
In fancy hear some oIdish and partic-
ularly matter-of-fact person laugh at my
rhapsody-but, o dear lady of dignifed,
calm featured age, turn your eyes inward
and begin to search among your most pre-
cious relics. and see If the memory of your
early love is not the most sacred thing
treasured there! No matter what trials;
and crosses, and hard 'rubs' we have met
with in our passage through life that men,
DRY is'an oasis in the great Sahara of lifs
"For never another dream can be
Like that early dream of ours
When Hope, like child, lay down to sleep
Amid the fairest flowers.
But Hope has awakened since and wept
kself like rainbow away;
And the flowers have faded and fallen around
We have none for wreath to-day.
1t wanted but three days till Christmas,
(almost seven years from the time / left
Camden. that letter came from Mrs.
renewing an invitation many
times, that / should be with them on
Christmas day. The children she wrote
"were going to have a large fancy dress
party (sLe did not approve of balls-the
good SOUL and like many others whipped
the old gentleman etc., on Christmas
night; and Joined with her in pleading for
my presence
went. for as it happened. had some
time of my own disposal. Owing to de-
tention Of the cars. / did not arrive at Phil
adelphia TIL eight O'Clock on Christmas
night. The first person | saw was Allen
Lawrence, whose kind welcome cheered
my hungry. thirsty, tired heart. Iques-
toned him Of his mother and Jessie.
They were both well. he said,' Jessie
was in her room, robing for the fete.-
Would you not steal up and surprise her?'
did. and, unnoticcd, stood lost in ad
miration OF the beautiful vision before me.
Seated before full-length mirror. was a
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