Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1871-06-29

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sense enough to say nothing And Emilia
lay down and dreamed Of angels about
the house. One was like Thorwaldsen's
Morning" and the other wore long hair
and beard, and was very tall
This abortive attempt TO make sky.
rocket out Of Lindsieys cabin wrought
only good to Emilia at first. The father
was now wholly in love with the trapper
He praised him at all hours.
"He is philosopher, my daughter. He
understands chemistry. He lives in the
arcana Of nature and reads her secrets
No foolish study Of the heather classics
no training after medieval fashion in one
Of our colleges, which are anachronisms,
has perverted his taste. Here is the Emile
worthy Of my Emilia" he would say,
much to the daughter annoyance.
But when Edwards came the hours were
golden. Hanging his wolf-skin cap be.
hind the door, and shaking back his long
locks as he took his seat, he would en-
trance father and daughter alike, from his
entrance to his exit, with his talks Of ad-
venture. From the time of his first visit,
new life came to the heart of Emilia; and
Mr. Lindsey, whose every within the trap
per humored, was as much fascinated as his
daughter But now commenced fierce
loved her. By all the speeches that his
eyes were capable Of ne told her SO. And
by all the beating of her own heart she
knew that she loved the brown-faced,
long haired trapper in return. But what
about the fair-eyed student, who for very
love and disappointment had gone to the
Arctic seas? He was not at hand to plead
bis cause, and for this very reason her
conscience pleaded for him. When her
soul had fed on the words of the trapper
as upon mama in the wilderness, she took
up the old photograph and the eyes re-
preached her. She shed bitter tears Of
penitence upon it for her disloyalty to the
storm.tossed sailor, but rejoic d again
when she saw the tall figure of the trapper
coming down the trail A desolate and
lonely heart cannot live forever on the
memory Of dead love- And have ye not
read what David did when he was an hun
gered9 Do not therefore reproach a
starving soul for partaking of this feast in
the desert.
And so Emilia tried to believe that
Brown was long since dead-poor fellow!
She shed tears over an imaginary grave in
Labrador with a great sense Of comfort.
She tried to think that he had long since
married and forgotten her, and she endeav-
ored to nurse some feeble pangs Of jealousy
towards an imaginary wife.
Now it was very improper doubtless in
Brown to come to life just at this moment.
One lover too many is as destructive TO
the happiness Of conscientious girl as one
too few. If Emilia had been trained to
society, her JOY at having two lovers would
have had no alloy save her grief that there
were not four Of them. But it was one Of
the misfortunes of her solitary and pecu-
liar education that she had conscience and
source of bitter distress and embarrassment
to her that at the end of long letter from
q neighbor who had taken notion after
years of silence to write her all the gossip
of the old village, she found these words:
Your old friend Brown did not jump
into the sea at grief for his rejection after
all. He has written to somebody here
that he is coming home. believe he said
that he loved you all the same as ever"
The great grief Of Emilia was that she
should nave been 80 wicked as to be griev-
3D. Had she not prayed against storms
and icebergs? And now that he was COM
ing, her heart smOte her as if he were
ghost Of some one whom she had murder
ed! Whether she loved him, or Edwards,
Or somebody, indeed she could not tell
But she would do penance for her crime
And so when next she heard the quiet
voice of "the long trappern' asking for
her, she refused to see him, though the re-
iusal almost killed her.
Poor Edwards! How he paced the
shore Of Swan Lake all that night. For
when love comes into the soul of solitary
nan, it has all the force that all the
interests Of life have to one in
The busy world. How terrible were the
that sometimes assailed the
religious eremites we can never guess.
Sunset of the next day found Edwards
IN the Red River Valley, far on his way
toward Fort Garry, bent on spending the
rest of his life as " free trader" in British
America. AS for Emilia, she was now in
total darkness. The sun had set, and the
moon had not appeared. Brown might be
lead, or she might not love him, or he
might never find her. And she had thrown
away her paradise, and there was only
blackness left.
Edwards had already come within few
miles to Georgetown, where he was to
take passage in that strangest of all the
crafts that ever frightened away the elk,
the little seyen-by.nine steamer "Anson
Northrup," when, as he was striding des-
perately along the trail, he was suddenly
checked by thought He stood FIVE
minutes in INDIGESTION, then turned and be-
gan to walk rapidly in the opposite direc-
lion. At Breckenridge he found stage,
and getting out at Gager's, he went down
the trail towards Lindsley's.
Now Dsvy Lindsey had been in terri
BILE state Of ferment When he had found
the philosopher, "the uncontaminated
child of nature, the self-educated combina.
ton of civilized and savage man." his
daughter had perversely refused him, and
the old man had taken the disappoint-
ment so to heart that he was in state
bordering on frenzy.
Misfortune always pursues mer' he
began, when he met Edwards under the
hill. Fifty times l have been near
achieving some great result, and my i'll
luck has spoiled it all. You see me
broken hearted man. To have allied my
family with child of nature like yourself
would have given me the greatest Joy
But--how shall l express my griefY"
And here the old man struck pathetically
tragic attitude and drew out his handker-
chief weeping with a profound self-pity
Dir. Lindsey, do you know why Miss