The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1873-01-31
Il PLEASANT STORY.

1t was cottage. Don't tell me that l
.dou't know. Haven't been there 20 gath
or roses and feast on straw berries? No,
If Y raSn't cottage Ornee-there was moth
ipo Trenchified about it. 1t was purely
Amen, an, and harmonized sweetly with
the dcI rktful scenery. No, it hadn't a
: at root. nor a portico-nothfng at all of
-, O kind. But then it had rose vines run
n, ~ all over the windows, and whole col
or;. : of wrens that made their nests and
SanC- eneath its caves. To the right was
a fieid clover, red with blossoms, on the
left am a, chard whence winds scattered a
sLoxra1. o. ,>loom. In front was green
- Shod. 4 with some massive walnut
trees and to tie rear opened long grass
Iana tbrouyb W ch the cows walked every
morning t0 their 'asture beyond, and re-
turned every night to be MIXED
know well enoue.'' to whom this cot
tage belonged 1t was "iG py the hano !
of him who owned it ana "eu III III anu
had always admitted his eA SelIenI .aeIe :c'I
in blending the useful with tie Ooautilul' =. >
though had never seen him--hT vlslts
having been to his wife and durin,: Us ,'o-
sence. 1 had learned of him, thLHl, n
heard enough to make me intensely c'Fl-
GUS to see him for not a female tongue IL
the neighborhood approved his wife's
choice.
"What is the matter with him-is he
immoral ?' | asked.
stNot that l know off, was the rejoin-
der. ''But to tell the truth, Dolly, he is
insufferably ugiy-his face is all SCARED
and cicatrized, l should think by fire, and
you know it always made me nervous to
look at anything of that kind"
''PooI man Perhaps he got burned in
rescuing some child or feeble woman from
the flames," said.
''Don't know meyer heard never made
inquiries you know they only came to
live in this neighborhOOd last summer, and
have never had the courage to ask what
disfigured him, but l wish that you would. !"
ri am considerably acquainted with Mrs.
Winslow,'' replied 81 thought of call
| ing upon her this morning perhaps she
will tell the story, without being asked
And l did.
The whole atmosphere seemed redolent
with music and fragrance. l couldn't tell
why all the birds had taken it into their
| heads to sing, warble and build their nests
| there, and l didn't know why it was that
! the roses, buttercups, viOlets and daisies
| should prefer that place to any other. But
| they seemed to prefer it, judging from the
| great profusion in which they grew.
| The whole aspect was delightfully."- rural
and picturesque, and all over fingered An
influence of quietude and repose.
A narrow foot-path, crooked as footpaths
| usually are, wound along through the lawn,
beneath the shadows of giant walnuts, and
by this I approached, entered the little
| gate, and ascended the gTaveled walk, bor-
| dered by beds of flowers, to the door.
1t was open, and not pausing to rap, l
| went in.
A serene and peaceful hush rested with
in. The balmy wind nestled in the
wreaths of snowy drapery hanging at the
window, where great white and red roses
bowed their graceful heads, and the warm,
rich summer light came in and lay in bright
bars of radiance upon the floor.
A cradle was there, and it required no
coniuring to tell that it had an inmate-a
self-dignifed, thoughtful, imperturable lit
tie baby, whose quiet calmness L could not
understand. 1t was wide awake, and its
great blue eyes were staring with infant
persistence at something could not tell
what then they turned upon me and l
returned the gaze. But it made no differ
ence the baby had not foul or evil tho't
to hide: it was not conscious of sin in
word OF deed hence there came no blush
to that delicately rounded cheek, no fall
! ing to that calm, quiet eye, limpid as a
lake in summer, serene as the heavens IN
! June,