The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1872-02-13
For the REGISTER.
The Little Girl in Il Pet-And how IL
was Overcome.
A STORY FOUNDED on FACT
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ne LIttle TIN iD Pet And how Ii
was Overcome,
A STORY FOUNDED on FACT.
or SARA FRANCES FACE.
Dora Weeden was not beautiful, yet
those that loved her delighted to gaze in
to her great, tender, liquid, grey eyes,
through which her very soul seemed to
look and no one could but admire the
soft brown hair that shaded her high
broad brow, aud fell in natural curls a.
round her neck and shoulders. She was
below the average height, and small, with
diminutive feet and hands.
Perhaps, dear reader, you say am
describing her as being beautiful, and
again | say she was far from that.
She was not beautiful, except when hei
souls beauty bcamcd in her eyes and
countenancc.
Methinks the soul is ever beautiful.
Tho soul, spirit or mind, whichever o.
the trio we may chose to term it, it Is
ever beautiful.
Oil' times it allows itself to become sc
imprisoned and so hidden within its tab
eruacle OF clay that its beauty cannot be
iscerued, when it might be free, as Goo
aud nature designed.
The greatest and diviuest boon or
blessing bestowed upon us is love, and
tlis Dora possessed.
She loved every one, aul every thinl
in nature,
Her eyes were lighted with love, and
owe beamrd in her eyes aud countonance
nd was heard IA her voice and as low,
ocgc,s love, Dora was loved in return.
All that knew her loved her
Even the wild birds loved her, snC
when the earth was covered with it
snowy mantle, and the cold wintry wind
were whistling around, the snow bird
and chickadecs came to her for food. tn,
latter alighting On her shoulders and tax
ing it from her hand.
Deep, pure love pcryade. au, filled
her whole being; yet, notNi'o, 4n'iuc
Dora often erred, for all OF clth some
times err.
She was passionate, and though sh'
tried hard to govern her temper, some
times sho did not succeed.
She had n few very dear friends, an,
knowing not proud fond fathers care
or gentle mothers love, she cluug t,
them and loved them, better, she thought
than her own life
Among these friends was Myrtle At
wood. She was very beautiful.
Her eyes were the deepest azure blue
iringei with long, curling lashes. Th
whole expression Of her face was swcc
and spiritual.
Her chestnut hair fell in great hillowy
waves below her waist.
She was several years Doraa senior
and Dora loved her as she would an cid
cr sister, and looked to her for counsel
Hoping and praying it may bcnei
some bright young girl | will relate on
incident in Dora's life.
1t was one time necessary for her t
20 to the home of Mr.. Hudson, II mil
distant from her own home.
1t being only half the distance across
the fields belonging to Mr. Gay, she ven
tured to return home that way bat er
she had proceeded far she found she wa
lost, and became frightened at some cal
;le that were coming towards her, an
fled from them; and soon she was
sight of Mr. Gays house, whittier sh
swiftly wended her way.
When once moro safe within the gat,
she was so overcome she wept.
When by the road side she met Nj
Gay, who Instead of asking the cause {
her trouble, mocSed her, signing ,snifilin,
aud rubbing his eyes, ike her manner
doing
Dora Immediately flew into passion
while her eyes flashed and became dar
as midnight, and her cheeks gowcd sea
let.
She ran past him with "thc vcngeanc
Of lightning" to use Mr.. Gays EXPIRE
sion, stamping her tiny foot on the groun,
aud jerking her shoulders, while Mr.. Ga
looked on and smiled, in that undescri
able way of his, which he termed "gril
ming" and which aroused still moro ht
anger.
Look" ," she said, "if you wish, but
you would iain see any thing TO derid
advise you to look at yourself"
This availed nothing, however. exec
to raise loud "haw, haw," from
stenatorlan voice and Dora with nimb
feet returned home.
1t was then her anger vanished al
she became calm, but oh, with what 20
row did sho contemplate the scene
which sho had just taken SO active
part.
Myrtle was made her eoofjaDt ms Il
ual.
T "Oh, Myrtle" sho sobbed, II tboug
had learned to control my temper"
! Myrtle gathered the little form in
her arms aud said : "Can my daril
little Dora tell mo how, though even c
= cited and frightened, che came to get /
to such pet to brother, simply becau
overcome with the ludicrousness of h
situation he erred a4 all mortal heu
do oft times?
Yes, Myrtle, think | can tell 80
. All the vc in my heart went out awl
from me, and being very weary in bo
mind and body, and excited, when
Il mocked mo did not think that he W
a my brother, aud that must Iowa BIZ
!. and this was why flew into such 1 pi
: sion"
I, "Theu eau you tell me how you c