Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1872-03-01

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Were white % the foam Of the sea;
Her bread ~ light, and butter wss sweet.
And - golden - " could BE-.
Just think, the ehildssn all called in breath,
Tom Weod has run Otto sea!
He wouldn't, know. II he only had
A. happy home - % We. - ~. ... .,,.
! To herself a. she softly said,
IT'S sweet to labor for those we love.
| It's not strange that maidens wed!
TOO LATE.
TRANSLATED FROM The yasxcH. .Yoa the svLLsz,x,
~ DR. y. GRAHAM.
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Ihave heard it said that artists,
governed as they are by imagina-
ton and fancy, are noted neither
for punctuality nor exactitude. Be
that as it may IS regards others,
for myself-painter by profession
and artist as much Il flatter MYSELF
ss any one-I deny the assertion
And / call all my friends and col
leagues to.witncss it at our rendex.
vous. have never failed in punct-
uality. When travel by rail l am
so fearful of missing the train, that
invariably repair to the station an
hour before the departure Of tho
cars, and in the meantime dispel
the ennui of waiting by studying
the nature of whatever falls under
my eye.
1t is four years since I went to
G., in Normandy, on unprofes-
sienal business. / finished it in all
haste, as it was absolutely necessa-
ry that l should be in Paris by q
certain day, and in order to do SO l
must return by express. As the
station was only three quarters of q
league from c., l set out in
good season on foot-my portman-
teau in my hand and my sketch
book under my arm, hoping to find
by the way something worthy Of my
pencil.
Vanity Of human prospects! l set
out under q clear sky and bright
sun-indced, the heat was almost
suffocating. "A few thin, white
clouds lay along the horizon over
the sea, but they looked SO small
and Insignificant that had not tho
| least solicitdde on their account
But suddenly puff of wind blew
off my hat, sent the leaves and dust
whirling down the street and made
the tall trees creak above my head.
Soon heavy clouds followed like an
army of soldiers marshaling to
meet the enemy, aud almost instant.
ly the air grew dark with the COM
ing storm, and though high noon,
one would have thought it deep twi-
light.
Along this dark background the
lightning darted it's fieriest tongues
the thunder rolled its loudest
peals, and to all this commotion the
ocean groaned his deep response
Now came the great drops of rain
few and far apart as if to let the
tardy traveller reach q safe shelter
before the storm broke.
In brief, l had been caught in .
tempest which, though grand and
beautiful to contemplate from .
window, was disagreeable enough
to submit to in An open field. Hap
PLY I discovered, . short distance
ahead, . comfortable farmhouse
standing near the wood and having
a large porcl, in front. As had
some time to spare and was not far
from the station, ! took shelter un-
der its friendly roof until tho vio-
lcncc Of the storm should abate.
1t continued. At the moment of
its greatest fury, when it seemed
that nothing living could Withstand
it, man rushed from the house,
and without noticing the torrents Of
rain and hail, ran swiftly down the
street, and in the twinkling Of IN
eye disappeared, leaving me much
astonished at this sudden appa-
rition.
AS was discussing in my mind
whether he was going for the doc
tor or running away, 3 window
opened above my head aud female
voice, in accents of passionate dss-
psration, which still ring in my
ears, cried: "Andrew, Andrew,
return, l beseech thee!" l raised
my head and had just time to catch
. glimpse Of . woman retiring from
the open window, though heard
these words pronounced, with many
sighs: "Ah! it is too late--too late!"
Then the blind was closed, and the
wind and the rain and the thunder
continued their concert, but in =
movement more calm and in tone
more low, as if every human voice
had been silenced.
This scene, of which I had been
the unwilling witness, filed my
mind with . thousand conjectures.
/ wished it were possible to bring
back this Andrew-to say to him.
"Return; sAe has called you." But
how could I overtake him! At the
train, to which he had gone, with the
advance he had of me? The road
forked not far from tho house
which one had he taken! Itwas i'm
possible to decide.
Pro6ting by an instant when the
exhausted elements seemed to have
gone to sleep, set out. Arriving
At the station quarter of IN hour
before the departure of the train, l
examined all the persons in the
waiting hall, to find. sf possible,
this Andrew amongst them. Icould
have distinguished him only by his
carriage and his dress, for had
had no time to study his face. But
/ saw no one who ressmbled him.
There mounted into the same car
riagc with myself . fat drover, &C.
companied by his wife aud daughters
"Can you inform me" said 70 him,
"who lives in that pretty little white
cottage. standin1 Nv itself. ON the