Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1873-12-23
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arms about her, thst she might not be cold,
and she nestled within them, as birding that
had found its home
Dost thou wear locket, my besrothed 7"
sYes, Wilhelm r
Tremblinsly,all all finishing in the clear moon
light TINT. silyeriog the hail made the wax
lights dim, she drew for little golden otna-
ment Placing it in my palm. it thrilled me
through, for it was warm with her heaft~
warmth.
"Remembcr. if it is another's, throw il
away" said
Nav, my Wilhelm. thou shal. not; lovs
| it too dearly"
1 forced the trinket open. Smiling in my
face, was my own painted image, truef sveh
than the portrait.
The tender scene was interrupted Mar
gretta, looking more than ever like her an
cestress, whose balefal face hung above, stood
before us
s'one whom thon hast vronced would have
ssomething to say osthee, Wilhelm"
II viii settle that said I, rising.
| Outside, in the porch, found Albert.
| did not know he could look SO grim, vet felt
kindly toward him-to nll the world
8 "Well ~ said l.. mildly. ~
"When onesmnu wrongs another, in these
parts. we fight il out. said Albert
Albert" sighed gentle voice over h,y
! shoulder
1t was Hiida. Albert looked abashed.-
hat, would you fight with my husbandg
Didst thon not guess we had loved one another
aiways-suce we were born almost p"
'sMargretta told me otherwise. But for
him, she said. Knight have had you.n sss
"Margrettaspoke nnwisely. Thou wilt for.
give her and me- Albert; for, indeed, i am
innocent; .Iloyed one SO truly. never thought
l of any other and thou didst seem a yery
! brother"
Albert spoke no word. but erasped nv
/ hand, and held 1t like a.vice, looked once over
| mis- shoulder at my betrothed. and went away.
/ When we came back in the ''best room.W
there was one there aunt Martha, as I
suspected then. and knew afterward, had dis
| persed them. Tn the innersroom, however,,
was my mother; the fr>tree had burnt out it's
tapers, but there was light enough elsewhere,
and saw my portrait, and lis legend of well
| come, plainly written in flowers above.
My mother was looking at it ixediy. ShS
heard us enter, and turned angriiy toward us
l chose the short way, and the bold ONE
It was thus 1 had won indnlgenees from her
in my childhood. When spoke in this man.
ner, she felt / was my fathers son. ssi
| / pointed to,the legend
| "Does the inscrsptio set in flowers lie. nv
mother2 Thy son is not welcome, methinksl
Out in the wide world, will find a homo for
me, and for NINE"
| Her face grew tender all at once. The
! eyes lost their fire. She burst into tears
| She held out her arms.
| my son, my son !" she cried
| / brought my little one, my Hilda, 10 her,
and she folded us both in one embrace, blessing
| US
Midnight found us by the FIRE, each on d
| stool at my mothers knee $500,
More sacred than lands, dearer even than
| my fathers wish, was the long heart,cravipg
that declared iIilda was its own. The wide
| world owned not for me a creature so sweet as
| the tiny fgnre, that, folding within my arms,
with my mothers eyes above me. christened,
then and ever, my ''wee wife"
In the honey dew of happiness swecter
than can tell-sweeter than my mothers
time honored drausht of metheglin i drink
to all the world and crave that true hearts.
everywhere, may come to their own, at the
blessed, beautiful Ghristmas-time the hall
lowed time af neood riffs unto men !" of that
blossoming offhe,world that shsll shine. when
flowers are dead. Peace and good will-peace
and good on earth for evermore."
SILENT ISFLuRNcE.--It is the bubblino
srteam which flows gently, the little riyulef
| Which ruDs along day and night by the farms
house that is useful, rather than the swollen
food or winding cataract. Niagara excites
| our wonder, and we stand amazed at the power
/ end greatness of the Creator But one Nj
! agara is enough for the world, while the same
world required thousands and tens Of thou.
sands of silver fountains and gently flowing
rivulets. that water every farm and meadow
and garden. aud that shall aow ON every day
and every night with their gentle, quiet
beauty. So with the acts Of our lives. tits
not by great deeds like those of the martyrs
that good is 20 be done. it is by the daily
and qniet virtua of l.fe-the Christian tenn
per, the meek forbearance. the spirit of for-
giveness in the husband, the wife, the father,
the mother. the brother, the sister, the friend,
the Ieighbor, that it is to be done.
No,sUoH THING AS CHICKEN CHoLERA.-
An Indiana lady says there is no such thing
as chicken cholera-that it is lice that kills
the chickens and adds "When you see then,
go moping or sitting about, refusing to eat,
catch one and look on its head and under ia
i wings, and about the oil bag, and you will
find hundreds of iice.t Grease them with
fried meat grease, and they are we'll
ELEcrEDL Capt James II. o,Bapnop,
foreman of the Wing, was selected az delegate
to the International Typographical Union,
4 which meets 10 St Louis on the second Tues
day in June next In bonoriDg such a man.
the Richmond Printers honor Themselves.
LLgpehbtrg Repubfican.
= What animal took the most luggage into
the ark
The eIsuhant who had hfs ,,nnk