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


THAT is not strange German ia
always so the iliterate never under
stand it; and If an article il not fully
eomprehended by all, it's no matter;
indeed, they like it all the better.
Then / can alter it d little when ii
don't seem plain, which will be far
the easier way after all. | shOuldn' /
wonder If ! wrote stories entire, by
and by; this translating must be a
good way to learn how. And heay-
ing long sigh of weariness, she laid
her books and papers aside ia snug
corner, and turned TO the baby, who
had been for some time trying TO
attract hes attention, and all the while
dwelling upon the opening future.
What visions Of fame danced before
herl how gladly would she have
swept the weeks away that inter.
yened, and stood, If only for mo-
ment, in the temple her ambitious
aspirations had reared, and listened
to the sound Ok many voices singing
p9ans % her name, and felt her hHs-
band glance Of proud love burn into
her soul. All 10 was worth the
effort, the eeaseless toll of weeks aud
mouths. Weary No; she would not
think of WEAKNESS; difficulties should
be surmounted she would never,
could never fail with such motive.
And HOraee--was he insensible to
this new state Of things2 Was his
eyes set that he could not see the eff
feet Of this unwonted application in
the dilated eye, the rich flush upon
the rounded check that so nerVOusly
came and went; the abstracted,
thoughtful manner; the irritability
showing itself even before the pree-
ious Charley, the self-reproach inn
mediately following, and then the sud
den burst OF tears as she would catch
the wondering boy in her arms and
half apologize fec her strange acts?
Did he see2 II he did, il was most
singular silence. Never did wife
keep secret 30 close never did
woman labor so faithfully, so untir-
ingly for the fulfillment of her object,
until at last the cheek lost its bloom,
and the eyes dropped unnaturally.
Still Horace looked on and was silent.
Neighbors said that pretty Mrs.
Stoughton was working herself to
death, and friends took the liberty to
chide her for devoting so much time
to her little ones at the expense of
health; but Kate only worked the
harder. She thought it weary work,
most certainly, and was somewhat
discouraged as she proceeded, TO find
that the story she had undertaken was
continued through several numbers.
AT first she feared she had made
mistake, but finally concluded that il
would add to the interest to have it
long drawn out; and il was certainly
n most agonizing love story, with just
enough Of the horrible and ghostly in
it to make II popular, she thought.
All this time she was improving in
the knowledge Of the language, she
said to herself, and not without rea-
son; had she been blessed with a
teacher, he would have rejoiced in
her ardor and steadfast application,
although he might have disapproved
her manner of pursuing her studies.
We will not follow her step by step;
enough that months had passed be-
fore the self-imposed task was com
pleted; and, at last, as abe looked
upon the huge roll, copied in her
prettiest style, all ready to go into the
hands of the printer, we will not
blame her if the pale, thin face light
ed up with something more Of joy and
pride than il had known for many
weeks. She had thought over all the
monthlies and weeklies Of the coun
try, finding it quite as difficult to de-
eide which of them to confer the
honor upon as il had been TO do the
work of translating, Finally she de-
cided to write to the one Horace read
and enjoyed the most, then she would
have the opportunity of reading it to
him some evening and hearing his
criticism, which she doubted not
would be words Of highest praise,
and, at last-Oh ecstatic moment
revealing to him the authors name
and receiving from him all the lauda-
ton she felt sure he would lavish
upon him. ft4 fha4gt sg#
How slowly did the days drag along
while she waited reply from the ia
vored editor, and how heavy was her
disappointment and bitter her vexa-
ton, when one evening Horace threw
an envelope into her eager hands and
left her alone to read the contents, to
find that the man did not wish to pub
fish so lengthy an article Was he
insape2 Did he not know that il
would raise the standard Of magazine
stories to publish the translation of
one so famous aud we'll known as the
author she had selected? She crushed
the note into her pocket as she heard
Horace's step outside the door and
thought she had not managed quite
skillfully; she would send the manu-
script next time--surely they could
not resist the sight of that. If they
could only be prevailed upon to read
il, there would be no danger Of sec
ond disappointment; therefore, moth
ing dannted, she slept soundly, and