Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1876-11-30
PLYMOUTH, IND, THURSDAY, NOV. 80. 1876

avoids you all he can, and would n,
soon confide in an Injin as in You?
tell you, it is wrong state OF things
and am afraid you'll sup sorrow on
of it if you don't turn your course"
And where was the subject of Uncle
Ephraim's sermon all this while? She
had rushed away to the parlor, the
furthest room in the house, and there
she stood by the western window
looking ont, 1t was a very clear
room, Il very orderly room. Yes, ter.
ribly, fearfully orderlyl but, oh, sc
bar so desolatel In striking con
trast to its baroness, was the face OF
the present occupant. She stood by
the open window, beneath the stiff
green curtain, looking out, out, to-
ward the sea, that bounded the hori-
zon.. 1t was lovely face; a sweet
loving, tender face; but now there
was a mutinous look in the large,
troubled eyes. She clasped her
hands, as she looked out on the waste
of waters.
"Oh, If 1 could only sail away. out
of this dreary. doleful lifel" she cried.
She turned her face instlnctively to
where, over the low roofs of tho
houses about il, the new hotel for
summer boarders rose up in staring
whiteness. There were some OF the
-boarders out now, on the upper bal
cony, and she fancied she could dis
tinguish, even at distance, one tall,
distinguished figure, leaning in easy
grace against the railing. There was
a way for her to leave this bare,
wretched, dreary life. 1t is not to
the happy hearts, full OF home
love aud peace, that the tempter ap-
peals most strongly. No, it is to the
art-hungry, the weary. There was
One who tasted forty days and nights.
and then afterward, when He hunger
ed. the tempter came to Him.
Poor Cleo! She was heart hungry,
and the teinptcr that was assailing
her soul, promised that the stones
should be made bread. She Is too
tired, too wretched to think OF it. But
il she could only think, only know
this Divine truth; if she would only
resist The tempter, there were angels
ready 10 minister to her.
But she doesn't think OF that She
looks listlcssly out into the clean,
bare yard. Mrs. Wilmer will not
allow any flowers In her garden. She
thinks il is sinful waste of time
But her next ncighbor, Merryman,
thought differently: and her yard was
crowded full OF summer beauties, Il
wilderness OF sweet, ,sccntel flowers, /,
and birds and bees congregatcd
therein; and her children, happy as
the birds, filed 1t with their blithe-
ful laughter.
There was great honeysuckle
vine, that run up on n latticed frame,
close by the low paling that separa-
ted the two yards: such tanglc OF
richness and gorgeous coloring. to be
sure. II had overrun the lattice
frame, and climbed over into Mrs.
Winners side OF the wall, and bios
somcd a brightly there, as il it were
not an intrusion and an offensc.
This vino was Of no use at all. APP
pies would never, hang from its
branches. Its roots would never, By
any possibly, produce potatoes. But
how perfectly had beauiy-loving ma
ture adorned il! And Cleo won cred
as she looked at it, whether
Nature felt guilty at all, rs she fash
iencd the sweet. useless leaves and
blossoms, And the gay humming-
birds. joyous idlers, who "toilcd not,
neither did they spin" that were fit
ting about the fragrant hearts OF the
flowers. Cleo wondered IL Nature
thought she was doing vain thing. a
wicked thing, when she gilded those
tiny and perfectly useless wings such
an exquisite hue, more beautiful and
than any pains. taking NOR
tai might hope to paint. But Cleo
had not much time for her musings.
The cold, complaining tones. which
she bad fled away to escape, were
heaid now in the hall, and the door
opened, and the cold, rebuking eyes
were bent upon her.
Cleopatra. you have dropped u
flower here. in the hall. saw you
wasting your time out there by that
wire, this morning, when
you should have been at work in the
house"
Il will come, mother, and pi,k it
up said Cleo, wearily.
How many times day am 1
obliged to rcbukc youridle ,disorderly
ways? You trouble and annoy me
more than I can tell."
Il know. I do: 1 am a trouble to you
all the time" Here the tears, that
had been so near the surface all the
morning. overnowed the large eyes.
Il wish 1 was away from here. l
wish father had lived. 1 don't be-
lieve should have annoyed him so"
she cried passionately.
"You are exceedingly like your ia
ther. exceedingly"
AS she said this, Mrs. Wilmer left
the room; and in minute Cleo could
hear the sharp, metallic tones in the
kitchen, agonizing Bridget with re-
buking for some fault, either real or
fancied.
But as she stands there by the win
dow, alone, she hears again the words
that she heard last night, down by
tac lake.
"Cleo, beauty, listen to me. Oh,
my darling, how lovely you arel'
These words sounded above the
sharp voice out in the kitchen. She
knew she ought net to listen to that
voice, to dream OF it, But oh, home
was so dreary-dreary! And Philip