Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1872-10-16
"Asthe 6r.l .lrenks Of dawn louehet

-" AAAN AAHA FAAAAAtsH - AANA NNANAaNHA
the eastern sky three faces appeared at
three different windows Of the great ho-
tel. One was a masculine face, a rUddy,
benevolent countenancc. with kind eyes.
grayi.h hair and checrfully erect upon the
head, aud q smile Of the lips that softly
whisiled the old air Of
"A southerly wind and a cloudy shy
Proclaim hunting morning"
The second was one Of those serene,
sweet faces, possessing an attraction more
subtle than beauty; eyes always full of si-
lent sympathy, a little wistful sometimes,
but never sad, and an expression Of peace
and patience that told Of battles fought
and victories won. A happy, helpful soul
shcnc from that face and made it lovely.
though its first bloom was past and a soii-
tary future lay before it.
The the third was rich in charms that
youth aul health lend any countenance.
But, in spite Of the bloom on the rounded
checks, the freshness Of the lips, aud the
soft beauty of the eyes, the face that
looked out from the bonny brown hair,
blowing in the wind, was happy one
Discomfort unrest, aud a secret hunger
seemed to sadden and sharpen all its out.
lines, making it pathetic to those who
could read the language Of an unsatisGed
heart.
Poor little Rose was waiting, as all
women must wait, for the good gift thai
brightens life and while she waited, pa
tience and passion were having hare
fight in the proud silence of her heart.
at will be capital day, girls" callet
Uncle Ben, in his CHEEKY voice.
7 81 thought it would be" answered Mil
ly, nodding back with a smile
Il know 1t will pour before night" ad
ded Rose, who saw everything just ther
through blue spcctacles.
breakfast is ready for US Come on
girls, or you'll miss your morning-red,
called Uncle Ben, retiring, with a laugh
Il lost mine SIX months ago." sighe,
Rose, as she Iistlessly gathered up til
, brown curls, that were once her pride.
"Hark hark the lark at Heaven
gate sing, sounded from Milly's room i
clear bithe voice.
"Tiresome little bird. Why don't h
stay in his nest and cheer his mate" nut
tered Rose, refusing to be cIcered.
! "Now lead on, my dear, we'll follo'
I till we drop" said Uncle Ben stoutly, a
, they stood on the piazza, half an hou
, later, with no one but a sleepy waiter
, watch and wonder at the early start
II have always wondered where tba
, looelv road "'"r: fc and now | shall fin
out, answered Rose, with an imperou
little gesture, as she led the way. Th
= others followed so slowly that she tc
c alone, and enjoyed it, in spite of herself.
4 It was the most eloquent hour of til
= day. for all was beautiful, all was fresh
r nothing was out of order, nothing disturb
C cd eye or ear, and the world seemed
welcome her with its morning face. III
road wound between forests full cf ii
: green gloom no artist can paint. Pint
whispered, birches quivered, naples drol
h ned ereatful shadows. and little rive
n foaned and sparkled by, carrying IFS me
. odious message from the mountains to ii
= sea. GIimpses of hoary peaks broke
d her now and then, dappled with shadow
:, or half yelled in mists, floating and fadir
like incense from affairs fit for cathedr
not built with hands. Leafy vistas opcne
v temptingly on either side, berries blusht
4 ripoly in the grass, cow.bells twinklir
4 pleasantly along the hilsides, and tb
busy little farmer, the d" Peabody bird
q cried from tree to tree, "Sow your whea
d Peabody, Peabody! Peabody with SUI
a musical energy one ceased to wonder tn
;s fields were rested from the forest, to wa
=, like green and golden breast-knots on Il
bosom Of the hills.
No The fresh beauty and the healthf
f. peace of the hour refreshed the girl Ill
II dew. The human rose lifted up her droo
,t ing head and smiled kack at the blitl
e. sunshine, as if she found the world plea
ant place, in spite Of her own thorr
d Presently yellow butterfly came wa
Ip dering by and she watched it as she wal
to ed, pleasing herself with the girlish fan
,e that it was symbol of herself.
cl At first It futtered idly from side
side, now lighting on purple thistleto
lie then away to swing on dewy fern; NJ
a vanishing among the low-hanglng, boug
to overhead. then settling in the dust Of t
to road where ray of light glorifed
ne golden wings, unmindful of It's lowly se
ty "Litt!e Psyche is looking for her {
pid everywhere, as have looked for mil
h. | wonder if she ever found and lost hi