The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1866-10-18


her books, not discerning that the
little ones increasing wants were I'M
supplied, and that Horace often had
10 turn back his wristbands TO hide
the ffinged edges, while he still main
tanned a profound silence upon every
subject save the most common place
in her presence.
How YEARLY passed the weeks away,
how many sleepless nights she spent
in wondering why the editors had not
answered her letter. She was half
tempted 10 write and demand an ex-
PLANTATION many times, and as often
decided to wait little-he mightsur-
prise her with printed copy soon.
At last patience seemed to have had
her perfect work, and letter was
sent off seeking the cause Of this un-
accountable delay.
Poor Katie she had not looked for
utter failure. had not dreamed ii pos
sible. And the editors reply? Sure
ly it was not penned by human be-
ing with the tenderness OF human ma
turc about him. If he had simply de
clined the work Of so many months, it
would have been comparative kind
ness. But this scathing letter, could
she read it twice2 No, the first Pc
rusal had burned ID into her brain,
never, she thought, to be forgotten.
mot a faithful translation Some
sentences entirely unintelligiblel
Grammatical plumbers on every page ~
Injustice TO the author to publish such
Il translation Of one Of bis latest tales y
--and 50 il went on.
Katie held the open hitter and look
ed beseechingly into Iiorace's face.
Nobly, tenderly, lovingly il answered
back to her.ag he said-
you have only made mistake,
Katie. You will be happier now, I"
and he motiOned as though to draw
her TO her old place in his arms; but
no, she darted by him and sped TO her
room; soon he followed and found
her upon the bed yainly endeavoring
to sleep, an unnatural flush upon her
cheek, and the whole delicate frame
restless and feverish. How the
thoughts rioted through her excited
brain Like a fash she saw that
Horace had been no stranger TO her
work but without sympathy through
all these weeks and months, as she
thought. Was il SO? With pierc
ing look she asked 100 ~
" Did you know | was busy writing,
Horace?f a a alnf
. Yes, Katie,
. How long?' she questioned sharp
ly, a a-
. From the first, / think; but let il
pass now, dear, you'll do better next
time. 5silpf 800
" UnkindP was her only reply as
she turned away. tlail nN
1t was weary, sad night, and the
morning found her with settled
fever. There was no help for IT,; ma
ture will not be urged and pressed on
through months Of unnatural excite
ment and exhausting toll without re-
sistance. For weeks Horace watched
and tended until a healthy tone came
creeping back TO mind and body. He
queried many times whether he had
taken the right course in appearing
so unmindiul, particularly while, dur
ing the last few weeks, he had watch
ed her falling health so hnxiously,
but he too had expected the final
scene long before it came, and now,
with perceptions clearer, and mind
more evenly balanced Katie herself
saw her error and partly understood
her husbands motive in silently look
ing on. She felt, too, that although
her desire for knowledge and inn
provement was itself commendable,
yet she had sadly wrOnged not only
herself but her family. III she could
but have been moderate in her de-
sires, and reasonable in her demands
upon time-this hasty, superficial
work it was lost, all lost, and as she
pressed the curly head of her affec-
tionate Charley to her cheek and Law
ished caresses upon him from her sick
bed, thoughts of her neglect brought
tear after tear, while Horace looked
on somewhat troubled TO know Just
how matters stood in her mind, but
she relieved him by exclaiming with
somewhat of her old inpulsive spir-
it
don't think Ill ever touch
book again, Horace" 81 4aT
"Oh yes, Kitty only, next time,
you'll be less proud and not study by
yourself so Professionally
But you discouraged me, Horace,
and ] had no one else togo To. ~
" | was wrong, acknowledge, not
knowing how deeply you had the
matter at heart; but we will study
together after this, and you will find
yourself German scholar in the end,
without doubt"
" / don't think TIL write for the
public again, she added, with a smile.
Perhaps not, dear. Charley and
! will be your public, won't we, sr?p|
he asked, drawing the boy from his
mothers arms to his own. .lef !,
" Miss Field was here yesterday,
Katie, to say good-by 10 you. ~ III
Where Is she going2p asked Ka-
tie