The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1872-04-04

rosebud lips. "Time cannot witht
nor custom stale her infinite var
ety." said Doctor Bob to himsel
as seated now in Mrs. Duff's Bosto.
i! rocker, he famed his flushed fac
!; with his bandanna handkerchieI
and looked out Of tho window 10
Daisy.
K Daisy taught the district school
- 1t would soon be time for her Il
= come home, aud Doctor Bob mean
to day to take her for II drive, ant
u % ak her the momcntous question
To this end he had come early, that
being an honorable man, he might
nave II conversation with her par.
cnts first. He was dressed with I'm.
usuaI care, bis necktie being tied
) with a nicely that bespoke unusual
pains, and the masses OF red hail
that fell around his head being
combcd and curled to that degree,
that even his dog, old Nero, had
locked vt him twice before he was
sure Of his identity.
"Giant Despair" said our little
girl to herself, seeing him rom afar.
With his red frsckled face, and his
tossing name Of curls, aud great
flowing whiskers, he reminded her,
oddly enough, Of print in an old
copy Of the Pilgrims Progress, rep
rosyntin4 the giant as he starts out
after breakfast to recapture his es-
capped prisoners.
"Ebenezor Duff" said the doctor,
so.cmnly, 'the day Daisy becomes
my wife, I'll give you three thou-and
dollars down! West'II never turn
up, and you'll have to pay it, benz
on bis bond, and I'll get you out Of
it. Only give me the girl! L love
hcr!" said the doctor, warming into
o!equence-'love her enough, to let
her tranple on me all my life. She's
tho sweetest, dearest, prettiest thing
ever tho Lord made"
"What doyou say, mother!' said
Mr.. Duff, locking up; "does this
seem TO you the Lords way?'
Il don't know said Mrs. Duff,
with indecision in her voice. "lt's
hard to tell. Da sy must dec dc.
It's in her hands now TO say whether
our old heads shall lie at tho last
in the ]poorhou,o, or remain here,
in the dear homestead. | do not
think Bob Sine ar would make her
q good husband"
"But he's my age, wife"
Not by ten years" exclaimed
the doctor. "You ought to know,
Maggie, you remember that sum
mcr."
eyes, I remember" raj Mr.. Daft,
smiling "you courted the mother,
and now you accounting the daugh-
ter. Well, Bob, I'll lay no stons in
your way, though it seems mighty
like s-lling my own flesh and blood
like IL Circasslm slave in the mar
kot. Well, Daisy, pet, how goes
the dny?'
bright ss ever Mayday was, you
darling" said Daisy, giving her
a r%aptuous hug, NANNY
dear, now you've ironed all my
rhings. and tired yourself out.
Why didn't YOU leave them for me.
Doctor, beg your pardon-I didn't
observe you-how do you do?"
.aid Daisy, somehow filling up the
pain old room with her presence,
and bringing into it tie beauty that
was lying liko II spell over all the
gay world outside.
She was tall and finely formed, p,
Ter eyes were brown, with lights ;
md shadows in them, her mouth
vas perfect, her nose straight and
coruful, her hair reddish-brown (
With q natural wave to it. Her I
lead was set splendidily on her !
mall white throat, and she was al l
ogother q beauty and uelle. Love ,
y Daisy Duff had had SO many at
Ter feet, that conquest seemed her
light. She won and wore hearts, |
s others did their ribbons. No ,
'ody suspected she had lost her |
'wn. l
1t was tho fact, however. Her |
Withrop Earle. u lieutenant, c
'tf fighting tho Indians, carried
with him curl of Daisy's hair, a q
ibbon once worn round Daisy's 4
leck, II pledge in Daisy writing.
md up in her own little white cur a
aimed room, in o tiny workbox,
where Daisy hid her treasures, We're l
daguerreotype, and a ring, and u L
'raight lock of raven hair. 1t was G
nut Of the question that Winthrop Il
nj Daisy should marry-cousin, .
nd poor, aud nobody hal ever Il
lcant it for either OF them, but they y
oved each other, md in the strength "
( their joyous youth were willing P
wait, If need be, till they both
ere old. /
The doctor drove Daisy off in ?
promising to come back II
, tea. Before they started, Mrs. i'
huff had whispered in her daughters n
": Ii
"My dear, it's all over. West has re
! seconded, and your father has the $ ;,
honey to pay. Wen all be in the =
oorhouse before Christmas" 81
"Oh, wait till l come home fiom g
~ ride!" exclaimed Daisy, with
lie natural %impatience of her age. d.
tell me anything sad, now, III
other"
SO they started. The road wound IL
ong, brown and dark, through Is
en- fields and beside a silyery ~
'arkhng river. The woods were III
rect with wild flowers, and from