The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1872-05-21
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The Checkered Game of Life.

would you goV
Some blue eyes looked kcenly into the
refined face before him as he asked the
question. Susy looked up quickly. Her
gaze caught his for moment, then wan.
dered out through the open window,over
the trees, shrubs, and little flower beds
lying warm and bright in the June sun
shine. 1t was evident however, by
the dreaminess that crept into her soft
brown eyes that she saw neither flowers.
nor aught of the prospect before her. Her
thoughts were full of the question so ab-
ruptly put by her companion. She
brought her eyes slowly back to his face
again.
81 should go there" touching with
the tip Of her finger contentment. A
trife of sadness mingled with the dreamy
looks as she spoke. "What you ignore
fame, honor, eruditions even, to follow
the plodding path of contentment? Real.
ly Miss Susy! [ gave you credit FOR
more ambition ~
1t is so hard to make the best of ev.
cry thing to be always putting the best
foot forward. One gets so tired of con.
tinually striving and being strivon against
that simple, unalloyed content would be
bliss"
Tom Ross gazed tenderly down into
the luminous depths Of the troubled eyes.
which turned so confdingly towards 6im.
as Susy ceased speaking, as to divine the
caused, and dispel the sadness therein.
She leaned YEARLY back in her chair and
dosed her eyes with sleep. Partly be-
cause she was weary in mind, and Tom
had touched upon one of the things which
had throbbed through her brain so long
but perhaps more, to evade the scrutiniz-
lng gaze he bent upon her Tom Ross
had met Su'y French about year previ-
ous to the time our tale commences: and
they became after few months. fast
Friends. This friendship, so pleasant and
delighted TO both, was fast Lecomin- =
+ great deal 'endcrer on TONS part. than
such 'l''chm-nls generally prove. But
we wiH refer you to the sequel as follows
Dear little Susy, how hard she had struc-
gled with those troublesome. eyer recur.
ring questions which every Young soul
awakened from lifes short childhood finds
to solve
No one can do it for you each aud all
must fight it out alone.
But still Miss Susy, you do not an
swer NE directly. Contentment NAV be
well enough for weak souls; but do not
for you or me
IL long to be amidst the thickest of
the battle to do much for truth and the
right When we are disappointed we
are apt to wish for peace, and content
seems bright to US"
"Now you Mr.. Tom are strong, talent.
ed, and more ever gifted with much life
ana hope; looking forward, not dwelling
on daily treats and vexations like myself.
ou are OF the toward sex. There are
few things women can do, to gain honor
or rcnown, if such is her desire. And
her path is made rough, besprinkled
plentfuly, not only with the thorns that
would naturally frequent such path but
on her devoted head is hurled, cro1rn of
Moras and stones innumerable, which cut
the flesh, and prickle in the soes of the
feet Of the bold wayfarer, missiles mind
you cast upon her by her self righteous
sisters and brothers, from the dazzling
heights of their own false respeetability,
who, instead of cherishing and encourag-
ing her worthy attempts, laugh them to
scorn. -
"Yes, it is SOL am compelled to admit
Yet still, | cannot but think there are
more who exceed them otherwise, if they
start out with determination to do so.
1t is most deplorable state of things,
which fully believe will one day, and
the day must come soon, be righted."
Said Tom earnestly.
81 shall not leave you long under the
delusion that | am devoid OF ambition. |
have my share no doubt" said Susy play
fully "but,is the struggle, not knowing.
if success will attend or not, the most
strenuous efforts, worth all the dreadful
disappointment, aud heartache? All the
hours of sorrow and injustice ?" she ad-
ded more soberly.
Toms manner is very tender now as he
notices Susy's real interest in these prob
lens he had so often gone over before
her 81 will answer you honestly. !
gather from all the questionings of my in
terest soul, this. 1t is better TO strive
We gain something from every noble en-
deavor, spite of heart aches; something
purer and sweeter, than we should ever
know if we settled down to selfish in ex-
ertion, and tried to make ourselves be-
lieve we were satisfied with the world, ,and
ourselves. Thank God Susy !" he said
fervently ".he human heart is so formed
that inactivity will never satisfy it,
And Susy, "Lite is real. life is earnest,
may it not be beautiful and happy?
"And darling let US 60 through it to-
gether," he said leaning over the board
and lace crimsoning with youthful mod
estly and love. "Can you dearest believe
we shall both be stronger and better for
oneanother?
"My own little brown haired lassie, is
it so =? Can you trust in my love then ?"
The neglected game is thrown aside, and
the pure affections of two hearts are ex-
changed, and happy little Susy creeps
softly into her blue eyed bronzed hair
lovers arms, as the minutes 60 by unno-
ticed.
The WEAKNESS has vanished from Susys
glorious eyes and pleasant face. The
doubt from her heart. If they should
ever return for a moment one gaze into
the clear blue love-lighted eyes of some
one with wnom she played taat never to
be forgotten game year ago, on bright
June afternoon, will delight the passing
cloud or emnity, by their hope inspiring
influence.
All trials and hardships. will be swa.-
lowed up in the inexpressiblo JOY of sym
pathetic souls. of hearts that are one.