The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1865-02-16

ness Tor opening the doors. The prc,t,
taeles, tasteful decorations, and gronn
Tor lovely glrls made no mean picture
ard, Claireville walked about. admirel
snd, sbovc all, purchased the full con,cn
OF tue TAR orginaIors OF tho entertain
mcnt.
Hidden away from sight by tho t,l
folds ofs curiSin. Amy sat rnshrincd |,
the post otficec, answering Loonora's cal
Tor letters. Busy escitcmcns had fusb
cd her fair checks, aud, as her pen trac
cd familiar names. oae amer another
smiles chased each other ever lips an,
eyor, Suddenly call from Nora mad,
hsr turn pale: her fingers trem5lcd as Oh,
drew from her bosom the letter she hs,
written with a prayer. 1t was fully al
rcetcd yet she hcsi,atcd, holding it as 4
reluctant to let Il 20.
Come, Army. {. thore nothing or
Mr.. Leonard Watts )nr cried L,onora.
The letter was slipped through the an
pointed place IN the curtain, aud Arm,
drew quick breath Of apprehension a,
she heard the manly vnice that said
Thank you, Miss Darcy
rs he angryr she whispered. III bo
should be angryr
But Leonard Watson had slipped the
letter carclesly into the breast pocket o,
his coat and was snunterinc in his usual
lazy manner down the hall. IIc was a
tai, handsome man, with broad fore.
hend and larc eyes, which spoke well for
his heart and intellect; but with the bluse
air and debonnGire manner of one for
whom the world had offered lis pleasures
TO safety, aud who hsd not learned 10
look Tor lilies purpose in duty. The III.
Tic world Of Ciaircville spoke well Of
Leonard Ws,Aon. The girls admired his
couttly gallantry, his polished manner,
and honled words; the young men npplau.
ded his generosity, his wines, hi. horscp,
aud his good temper; the older heads were
ready to worship his wealth, his birth aud
there word whispered of late rcvcls at
Fairbanks, of an occasional laspe into
,nctriety. or dropped hint that "young
Walson was living too fast"
There were many bright bellies who
cherished secret belief Of I.conard's
marked preference, yet the gay heart was
untouched, the travelled taste unsatisfird
and he was free mas, in word or thought,
as he sauntcred up the fair at Claire,illc
with Army's letter lying upon his breust.
u was night, ard he was alone in the
library of his spacious house before he
rceolccted the missivc; then with an
indolent curiosity he drew il forth. Some
nat schoolgirl verses, or, worse, q dose
ofhattery yelled by an incogntu.'
Al FIRST he read with lazy expression
OF mockcry upon HE lips; but, os the
lines were traced with earnest care, 90,
as he read. the mans soul wa. reused To
thought aud Interest. Hot. angry blushca
ehosed each other over his brow, yet he
did not finch; every word of tho appeal,
though il siung him with the scorching
truth and searching question was prrsucd
faithfully, till. v. the end the dainty sig.
nature, "Your sincere friend" found him
serious and sad.
1T is all true he said in a low tone,
raising, and pacing the floor with quick
yet even steps. Il am wasting all Gods
blessings.-squandering my wealth fuol-
lshly; undermining my health wickedly;
h'nging my best years away in folly, ifI
not vice. How earnestly she writes!
and her "dcar brother" seems from her
very heart.
Who wrote il? Ha! the ,ame hand on
the envelope as inside, aud il wa. direc. |
ted by Amy Greyson. Amy Grcyson! |
| always thought her merry, light.hcart. |
ed child, but this--this is the letter of
noble, earnest Christian woman. How
she writes!-Yet-yet how
she dospises me! How she lashos my
follies and vieesl With what bitter
snicasm she questions my curse! yet
how earnestly she imploros me to pause
while there is yet time, and think of
where the path tread will lead me!
Think All. she has raised a train of
thought now that will never die-ihnt | |
can never quiet again! Conscience is
alive now, and there is no more careless
folly for me-
Up and down, pacing sonnet mes with
the slow tread of earnest thought, again
rapidly crossing the room his foot falling
with passionate emphasis he spent the
hours Till long after midnight; aud when
ut last, he sought his own room, Leonard
Watson, for the first time In long years,
knelt and implored Gods blessings OIL
his resolutions for the future.
Claircvillo wondered what had "como
over" the young millionaire. Old tenants,
who had been wont to look upon their
young landlord os on easy going scamp,
began TO open their eyes over sanitary |
improvements in their lowly homes
charity appeals began to fnd a ready
response at the large house musty
books, that had long given his cffice a
name, how began to fnlfil their mission,
rs the young lawyer loaded his brains TOR
service old friends wondered how Leo.
nsrd could preserve his genisl brightness,
his generosity, wit, and grace yet hold
the rens of his follies with such a strong
firm hand new scquaintances spoke
warmly Of the conscientious, able young
advocate, who was steadily working
his way TO future eminencc.
But in one house there was tears OF
prayers Of humble praise,
as Amy Greyson heard from every tongue
of the reform Of that noble young life
and when afer years probation, words
OF love and petition greeted her as the
young lawyer implored her to be his wilc
Ito aid himby love and presence in main
taiDining the new life he owed TO her
suggestions, she humbly thanked Heaven
for the impulnse that had prompted her
to writs the letter, Leonard Watson
found in the post'otfice at the Claireyille
fair.
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