The Osceola times., 1876-07-08

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when his innate manhood had manifested
itself, she grew shy and taciturn, and
finally sought TO avoid him.
And then. for the first time in his life,
Paul knew what true love was. For the
first time he experienced that sense of
devotion which leads the heart TO offer
itself upon the altat Of faith in the wo-
man loved. He asked Mr.. Grayson IT he
might seek his daughters love. 1he
oyerseer did not object. 1
And Della? Had Paul been as versed
in reading the human heart in its native
truth IA he hR1 been in translatiDg the
siren song of Hattery, he might have
known that the love Of the beautiful
girl was all his own.
so, wheii Paul nehfprd had been a
year at Wildwood, Della became his wife,
and he was happy-happier far than he
had ever been And he was advanced in
the mills from clerkshir to response
bic agency; and thus he had frequent
occasion to visit the city; but there was
nothing in its din and glare attractive to
him, and he always came home with
deeper and more abiding love for his own
fond hearthstone at Wildwood.
During the first year of Pau's mar
risge a branch railroad was opened TO
wildwood, and thus they were within an
hour of the city; and the mill property
was greatly enhanced in value.
Ah," said the young man one day,
as he stood upon the piazza Of his cottage,
and looked on upon the rolling landscape
of hill and dale that stretched away be-
tond the, river, "if | only owned that
sweep Of land |"
eft is certainly pleasant PROSPECT" "
said his uncle Betterman, who had come
to pay him visit.
aye" added Paul, "and how 1t
must Increase in value now that the rail
has opened this way
At this juncture Della came out and
called them into tea. She took uncle
Anson by the arm, and told him he was
ber prisoner. And he bent over and
kissed her, and said Il vosld be most
blessed imprisonment.
"Don't you find it 80, Paul ?"
"It is heaven where she is !" was
Pauls answer.
And upon that she left uncle Anson
and threw her arms about her husbands S
neck.
"Dear Paul! You are blessing to
mel"
Shortly afterward the old merchant
said to his nephew
Paul, do you ever find lself long
ing for the old life in the city,"
% Does the saved mariner look back
with longing upon The, fearful death he
has escaped, and willingly return to
storm and wreck"
81 think not, my boy"
"And can a man, in his full sense,
leng for the dazzle and glare of the empty
life that brings only pain and unrest,
when bright spirit like this holds watch
and ward for him over an earthly heaven
He held his wife by the hand as he
spoke, and his eye was radiant with a
light supernal
1t was on the following day-a beauti.
iul day In early autumn-that Paul and
Della walked out upon the gentle hill
that sloped up from the cottage. And
again he looked off upon the grand spread
of landscape beyond the river.
"Ah," he said "if | owned that land
| would do great work, Della"
"What would you do ?" asked voice
behind bin.
Paul turned and beheld his uncle.
eff you owned that land, what would
you do with it?"
would make it bloom with lifel"
replied the youth, eloquently. "Think,
now that the rail is laid, how near it is TO
the city. Think of Il c toilers there who
might find light and comfort in these
healthful shades. If | owned that land,
! would invite capital to open it to the
life that ought to occupy it. would
lay out streets, and portion off lots for
dwellings, each with its garden; and
would call it the Eden of Wildwood
And suppose you had the capital of
your own, my boy"
"The Eden of Wildwood should be a
verify"
A shadow passed over the old mans
face, and then came shining light. He
reached out and took his nephew's hand
Paul, the capital is yeurs-the land
is yours"
Paul would have laughed If his uncle
had not looked 50 solemnly upon him
while he spoke. As it was, he simply
exhibited bewilderment.
heard you express an earnest wish
to own the land, and secured it for YOU :"
continued Betterman.
"Uncle! This is a serious Jest"
"lt' is no jest, Paul. In one word
Porter Lovett has returned"
"I.ovett returned"
Yes-and your fortune is safe"
Paul Reniord was not sure that he was
in his waking senses. His uncle was not
the man to utter such language jestingly.
at is true, my boy. Lovett has re-
turned, and every dollar that he ever
had of yours is not only safe, but the
amount is well nigh doubled"
Uncle Anson--W What is this"
Do you not guess ?"
dare not. Tell me-"
Again the old man took his nephew's
hand, and after a brief pause, he an
swered
"Paul, you may blame me if you
please--you may heap wrath upon my
head if you like--but you must know
that Lovett has only acted at my bid
ding. | sent him away, and he staid
away until called him back. saw you
failing and sinking, my boy. ] saw my
sisters son wastingand dying of disease
which could not be cured except he could
he lifted up from the pit into which he
had fallen. | saw his young manhood
so full of native power and goodness
bowed and"
"Stop! stopw said Paul, raising his
other hand. al see it ALL"