Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1867-02-07

Anna Raymond's blue eyes were
suffused with tears, as she pressed
the elegant b0quet to her lips. A
few PAGES back, DIR. Hardin's step,
spd the clash of the iron gate. be
fore his aristocratic home, had ar
rested her attention. She bowed
quietly, but his face lit up with a
kindly smile, as he extended his
hand, ard said cheerily, "Good
morning, Miss Anna, I thought you
might like these flowers. Please ac-
cept them" :"
"Thank you. sir, they are very
dear, because they grew in that
garden"
So she smiled, while her heart
ached, turning away in time to hide
her emotion. What wonder that
tears came? Those very roses had
been her delight in childhood Her
father had watched them with tender
care--up and down that meandering
path she had walked with him, till
the day before his death, and then
she had said,
"Oh, dear papa, the birds are so
lovely this morning and he ans
wered,
eyes, darling, but Heavens gard
en- is thousand times lovlier, and l
shall see it soon"
He left her lone orphan. All,
well. times had changed since then!
She took her seat at the Teachers
desk, in the village school house,
soon after, deposited her boquet in a
vase, and then began the hum of
school life, Ifher thoughts wander
ed from the young immortals before
her, they rested by her fathers
grave, and a realization Of her lone
liness came over her--a shadow of
dread, and q waiting for loye-all
caused by that which was meant to
cheer. Our hearts are so full some
times that kind words swell the foun-
tain to overfowing, while we could
stand unmeved by frowns.
DR.. Hardin rested his hand on the
gate, and his head on his hand,
as Miss Raymond turned from him.
"Ah, have not been mistaken
Every day l become more and moro
convinced that she possesses every
quality that makes Woman lovely.
Such quiet dignity, and self posses
sion! Why, she has as much the air
of queen as when her fathers voice
settled the vote Of this community.
She is very retiring, they say. receiv
ing company with her own easy man
ners, but seldom found in gay secie-
ty. Well, well, mustn't turn ro-
mantle. What would our club say
if they knew l was interested in a
girl of twenty" ~
But this ''girl Of taoenty" began to
find life q sweet GIFT about this time,
for there were rare fruits and rich
flowers sent, and pleasant drives ar
ranged in quiet, unobtrusiye way,
just as sedate cousin would have
done-all for her
The scholars had always liked
Miss Anna, for she gave them kind
words, but nosc they almost idolized
her, for. she smiled sTeetly as she
bade them good morning, joined In
their sports, and laughed merrily at
their innocent glee. She won their
hearts, while unconsciously she was
losing her own, till every night from
their little lips went up the petition,
"And, oh, 6 God, bless our kind teach
er, too"
Of course Thanksgiving was holi-
day. Anna Raymond sat by her
window, and looked out upon the
passers by, hurrying to and fro, in
holiday gsrb. The little ones, with
bright faces, and suits redolent with
brass buttons, bound for grandma's.
The sedate mamma and papa are
vending their way to mother F.
There will be reunions to-day. but
there will be none for her. She look
ed away from their happiness and
murmured,
s.After all it Is hard. This room is
my home-pretty enough. to be sure,
but ne one comes to keep Thanks
giving with me. All alone. oh, it Is
hard!"
J, Miss Arabella Brown, aged thirty
three, full of malice, possessor of
twenty thousand, and enyious of Miss
Raymond, raps at her door. Anna
greets her with smile. Women are
deceitful, men say. Yes. but they
practice deception only to throw