The Hartford herald., 1875-06-16
An ORIGINAL NOVELETTE,.
a Aeruins Of Tu-1au.
WRITTEN FOR THE HARTFORD HERALD.
by VIOLA.
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Mother, il seems very hard that we are
always to lie poor" and little Latta Green
looked up from her knitting to her moth
er, who was sitting near.
Hush! my darling child. Let not the
demon Of discontentment invade our quiet
home. Happiness and contentment alone
ebould be wooed by the poor and unfortu-
pate Besides, wealth is but a 'fieeting
show of this world. Desire goodness that
will last forever; rest your hope on Him
who died for sinners, and He will give
comfort TO our too often rebellious hearts" +"
said Mrs. Green, as she stroked softly and
lovingly her daughters hair.
Dearest mother, did not wish to seem
rebellious. but a troubled vision visited nv
elumbers last night, leaving as token OF
its visit the wretchcd feelings that possess
me to-day. Let me tell you what it was, ="
and as she spoke she impulsively threw
herself on her knees at her mothers side.
II dreamed of leaving home for school,
being favored with every advantage ard
opportunity of acquiring an education
which ] was rapidly completing, when an
other scene presented itself-a coffinl
knelt beside it, and, raising the cover,
found that its occupant was none other
than you, my dearest mother, lying there
stif-cold-dead! Oh! my God! how could
I stand it?' and the affectionate daughter,
throwing her arms around her mothers
neck, wept on her bosom.
''Latta, darling" cried the now dis
tressed mother, do not give way to such
empty, imaginary troubles. Raise your
head, dear Twas but a dream fool
ish vision. ] have cheering news for my
silly little dreamer A portion OF your
vision is truly about to be realized. While
you were absent on that little errand, our
kind friend and neighbor, Mr.: Ellis, csme
TO me with the proffer to send you with
his daughter, your sweet-tempered friend
Mary, to Sylvan College to finish your ed
ucation, and thankfully accepted his of,
fer / will reside with Mr.. and Mrs. FL
ils until your return, then we separate NO
more until death cuts asunder the cord
which binds us to life. Brighten up, lit
tie one. Forget that troubled dream.
will not leave you until God, in His own
good time, sees fit to take me to Himself.
Dry your tears, for in one month YOU leave
here TO be with me no more for five years.
But if ! can bear the separation, | know
my brave daughter can. said Mrs. Green,
calmly.
''Oh, mother! mother how can leave
You for SO long time? And you too FL
do9 cried the almost frantic girl, as she
drew large Newfoundland dog near her
and caressed it in the most endearing man.
ner. But will do SO, and surmount ev-
cry difficulty that may cross my pathway, T."
and the large, dark-brown eyes were raised
toward heaven, as if vow had been
registered in her heart.
Mother, you have often told me that
when | was thirteen years of age (aud
have reached that time) you would tell
me the secret of your past life-of my IA
ther.' and Latta nestled still closer to her
mother
81 will, Mrs. Green replied, tears gath
ering in her eyes. Remain just as You
are. Let me look into your face, my only
earthly comfort, while l relate to YOU my
sorrowful story.
Il was the only child of wealthy and
indalgent parents: such parents as children
seldom have nowadays. At eighteen
finished my education and made my deJa
iD society. ! was then what the world
termed "a brilliant young lady There
we're many young gentlemen, and even
others more advanced in years and the
wicked wiles of the world, knelt at my
feet, and implorcd my heart and hand in
marriage. Yet none found favor, except
Ernest Green, young lawyer, who resided
in the same city.
He was ever by my side, whispering
words of love, and building castles high in
air for our future. He won my Young
heart, and ere two years had sped by led
me TO the altar, and there before God and
.ian promised 70 love and protect me