The Huntington argus. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1872-1905, 1873-06-28
For the Huntington Argus.
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Behold the lilies OF the field, thew toll
rot, neither do they spin,' pretty Kate
Moore addressed to herself as she STONED
TO pluck water lily from the edge OF the
limPid stream. Her soliloquy was fraught
with much discomfort, for the demon OF
unrest marveied why she was not fed and
clothed without the daily labor that EN-.
Drowned her cheeks and little hands, and
made the song OF the birds seem cheerless,
for che coveted the purple and fine linen
apparel, IN place OF the coarse stuff her
poverty wore. Shadows fell athwart the
sunshine that lay so slumbrous and still
across the fields OF new mown hay = and the
air was sensuous with the languor OF ex-
9uisite scent and hazy warmth The COO
ing OF the summer doves answered the
humming noise OF restless insect life the
whirring quails sped onward to the wood
bereft OF their lowly homes and tiny nest
llngs by the encroachment OF the harvest
ere, while Kate wove garlands OF the
snowy lilies that echoed vet with the song
OF the honey bee, and her hear was light
ened something OF its burden by the ripple
OF her song and rythm OF the waters, edged
by the cool fern leaves and fairy crowns
that smiled to her under the great shadow
OF the Maple. The Peroits turned their
heads from side to side, and wondered a:
the picture OF the little woman as she
crowned her pretty head with the wreath
she had woven, and scanned the reflection
in the shining waves
Cyrus Boyd, the maiden's rustic lover
sat on the fence, resting his scythe against
the tree, and looked upon the young girl,
who, all unconscious OF the scrutiny, still
wove the fragrant flowers into garlands and
hummed - few notes OF barbara Allen"
and yet the cloud was not wholly gone from
the sweet mouth; and honest.hearted CYRUS
saw the lurking shadow, aud would have
given his llie to smooth 1t away forever:
hut somehow OF late his betrothed had
been strangely retIceBt and almost cold,
but to-day he had determined to know If
she really cared for him or nay lie called
her name softly, AS & mother might call
the name Of her sleeping child, but only
the red flush mounting her face would tell
u he was heard-whether Of JOY or anger,
he dared not guess She would not say
him nay he tried to whisper to his trust
ing heart, after all these years Of patient
waiting; but true love yaunteth nothing,
and he called again
Katie, will you hear me now; will YOU
hear me once, and then, if you will it so.
will be quiet forever? Will you b. my
wiie2 ! have no lands or gold, but am
strong and brave, and love you; so las
sic, will you help me build the nestY
But the cold look ia the velvet eyes
lu-hed bic prayer, and culver Of pain
vas in the voice that continued. "lt q,
true, YOU we're born for better things than
] could give you, and have known oflate
that you have listened more TO the voice OF
your dreams than ~ my love, that would
have wOoed you from the toii-lIie TO q
home Of humble peace. AMI CYRUS Boyd
AAeNA VhNWAlA ANINt lNlE TN0tINW rIlfII'l.NE ~
the summer sky. with its blended shades
Of purple and gold the look Of hope died
'rom bis face. and over tho noble feataure-
crepi a vistfu' yearning, hunger OF tie
s3l'-such a. might cover tie saiiened
lace Of a homeless exile when the la-t tie
isriven that held him 70 the Faiher.and
and Cyrus saw the glory Of the sunt.ie
changing softly into The tender light Of
evening, aud ue found 10 no easy thing, this
tbrusiing away from bun, the dear hope Of
making an altar place Tor himself and
Katie Moore
D. hyperion locks a jsws'ei pin, and
vel cut cloth, were tie Insignia q
natures nobility, then Cyrus Go,d would
have fallen low 10 the balance po..e Hi.
lne- bad not fallen 10 pleasant aces. and
fortune had not made Of him a pampered
tutus, Jui the divinity Of his manhood.
that would brook no human a.d, vas