The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1869-04-08
TFrom the Hearth and Home. |
IN THE ICE.
CONTINUED.
III.
BY ;. t. TRoWBRIDGB.

Clinton, out of doors, was at the same
time thinking he should wiring drops OF
repentance out of the old mans heart.
1t was now beginning to snow. lie
was glad of that, for two reasons: IN the
first place, he was eager to commence
work on the pond, and assume authority
under Phil; and, in the next place, he
longed to show his independence OF the
old folks.
a wont be home till long after they're
ahed to-nioht," he muttered to himself;
0and I'll be off in the morning before
they're up. I'll take a pie in my hand,
and 60 to dinner with Phil, and they
shant see me for three days, if l can help
it, Glory how it SHOWS
Another thought struck him. He was
in business now; why not get married,
and have home Of his own. "That
would kill the old folks!" he chuckled.
mi let them see whether I'm boy to
he forever dictated tor But whom
should he marry? Emma Wexford, of
course; he would not deign to look at any
bodv else now he was "in the ice," and
has got to be Pills Fright hand man" He
had been in love with her ever since he
had helped to untangle her fragrant veil
him look that had ranked with a sweet
pank in his heart ever since He would
have proposed to her before now, if he
could have shown tina the had any means of
supporting family. II wonder what
salary Phil will pay me?" and he proceed
ed to count very large brood of chickens
without waiting for the process of incu-
baton.
So he went to see Emma that very eve
ming; shook and stamped off the snow in
the entry, and held her dear little hand
in his, until she withdrew it, saying, for
an excuse:
"Why, how damp you are, Clintoni"
Then he went in, and sat down, and
cracked Jokes, and played with the chill
dren, and was altogether so kind-hearted
and lively, that any one who had seen him
an hour before, seeing him again now, would
have coniectured that there must be two
Olintons-one stamped in the mint Of the
morning, and other cast in the dark mold
of night. Were YOU ever in your life my
experienced friend aware of such phe
nomenon? And you, sweet miss, q an
looking straight into your, eyes at this mo
ment), do you imagine that, when you
shall have given your hand to the brave
John or Thomas, whose brightness beams
upon you now, on set evenings of the
week, and he shall have taken you to hi;
home-do you, say, imagine it possible
that he may there introduce you in some
unhappy hour, to his counterpart, the
dark John or Thomas, whose existence
you have never yet suspected? And you
blithe lover, do you know that you inva.
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perhaps, your real self when you go tc
meet your Mary? Well, and perhaps she
puts her real self carefully out of your
sight, too.
Of course, Emma 'sfolks liked Clinton
and we're alwas delighted TO have hin
come in. And here 1 must say wore
about the family which consisted Of first
old Uncle Jim, her grandfather,-tht
same Cousin Jim, by the way, who came
SO near marrying Clinton's grandmother
He had not broken his heart over tina
unhappy affair, but had transferred it il
a tolerably sound and healthy condition
to another young woman, whom he haC
married. and with whom he had LIVED
happily upward of forty years. 1t wa
the less greater than all other losses whel
this aged compSnnion was taken from
them. "But, bless you, sir" he used tx
say, "she left the gate open, and I've see1
the light through it ever since" A still
dark sorrow be had known: promising
young man had won their daughter, thei
only child. He seemed to have but on
fault, yet that one fault had broken he
heart, and sent him early to drunkarn'
grSvs, All this and much more, (for NJ
life is free from trials), the cheerful spirit
q of the man had survived; and now ht
lived here with his orphaned grandchll
dren, their best friend and companion
and still himself child of three scor
years and ten.
Emma was the the little housewife
and matron, and charming little matro
she was. Cher mothers self over again,
Uncle Jim would some times murine
aloud, watching her with eyes brim flu
of tears and blessings, as she move
about the house Not that she was til
perfect pattern of neatuess and orde
which we some times read about in goo
books; how could she be, with fou
younger brothers and sisters to look afte
besides the house work? She believe
that little ones were to be amused an
made happy; and how was that possibl
unless they were sometimes allowed
litter up the floor with their playthings
0'"I can't bealways following them up, an
tormenting them about such ftriaes,9g sh
said to Mrs Jones, a good, friend an
neighbor, and the queen of housekeeper
who, looking in to see how the little fan
lily of orphans were getting along, la
exclaimed: o7ll< Oh
why, Emma how can you stand til
"Oh! | stand it very well" laughe
Emma, "If believed that immaculat
housekeeping was the great end and all
OF woman's life, rs some people seem
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