The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1876-06-19

!
was a healthiul, light hearted, true
spirited girl Of nineteen. She was one
Of those blonde beauties whose whole
presence is sunshine, and her merry
laugh rippled like the music OF dancing
waters in tho pebbly brooklet. The
student Of human nature who heard that
laugh would unhesitatingly declare that
only heart Of native purity and gentle
ness could underlie it.
At first Delia Grayson, when she saw
that Paul Reniord was weak and de
jected, sought to cheer and entertain
him. She had heard the story OF his
great less, and she pitied him. She
played for him upon tho harp and upon
the piano, and she sung to him, and
talked with him. But by-and-hye. when
lie had grown strong aud vigorous, md
when his innate manhood had mani.
tested itself, she grew shy md taciturn,
and finally sought to avoii 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 Ia
offer itself upon the altar OF faith in the
woman loved. He asked Mr.. Grayson
il he might seek his daughters love.
The overseer did not object.
And DeliaG Had Paul been as yerscd
in reading the human heart in its native
truth as he had been in translating the
siren song Of hattery, he might have
known that the love OF tho beautiful
girl was all his own.
So, when Paul Rcniord had been q
year at Wildwood, Della became bis
wife, and he was happy-hsppier ia,
than he had ever been. And lie was nd
vanced in the mills from clerkship to O
responsible 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 q deeper and more abiding
love for his own fond hearthstone at
Wildwood.
During the first year Of Paul's mar
riage branch railroad was opened to
Wildwood. and thus they were within
m hou Of the city; and the mill prop
erty was greatly enhanced in value.
"Ah," said the young man ono day,
as ho stood upon the piazza OF his cot
tage, and looked of upon the rolling
landscape Of hill and dale TINT stretched
away beyond the river, "if I only own
ed that sweep OF land +"
alt is certainly a pleasant prospect, "
said his Uncle Betterman, who had
come up to pay him visit.
"Aye,'s added Paul, "and how it
must increase in value now that the rail
has opened this way"
At this juncture Della came out and
called thcm in to ten. She took Uncle
Anson by the arm, and told him he was
her prisoner. And he bent over and
kissed her, md said it would be a most
blessed imprisonment.
"Don't you find it 80, PAUL"
at is heaven where she isl" was
Paul's answer.
Aud upon that she loft Uncle Anson,
and threw her arms about her husbands
neck.
Dear Paul you are blessing to
me r
Shortly aiterward the old merchant
said to his nephew:
"Paul, do you ever find yourself long
ing for tho old life in the cityi"
"Does the saved mariner look back
with longing upon tho fearful death he
has escaped. and willingly return to
storm and 'wreckf"
"I think not, my boy"
"Aud can q man, III his full sense,
long for the dazzle and glare OF the
empty life that brings only pain and IN
rest, when a bright spirit like this holds
watch and ward for him over III earthly
heaven"
He held his vito by the hand as he
spoke, and his ego was radiaut with q
light supernal.
It was on the following day--a beau-
tiful day in early autumn-that Paul
and Delin walked out upon the gentle
hill that sloped mp from tho cottage.
Aud again he looked off upon the grand
spread Of landscape beyond tho river.
cab" he said, "if I owned TINT land
I wonld do great work, Della"
"What would you do:" asked voice
behind him.
Paul turned and beheld his uncle.
"If you owned that land, what would
you do with it?"
az would mako it bloom with life |"
replied the youth, eloquently. Think,
now that The rail is laid, how near II is
to the city. Think of the toilers there
who might find light and comfort in
these healthiul shades. If l owned that
land, I would invite capital to open it to
tho life that ought TO occupy it. |
would lay out streets, and portion off
lots for dwellings,, each with its garden i;
and would call it The Eden Of Wild
wood" IN
"And suppose you had the capital OF
your own, my BOY I"
"rhe Eden OF Wildwood should be a
verify, er. lga. vu.a
A shadow passed over tho old mans
face. and then came a shining light.
He reached out and took his nephew's
hand.
"Paul, the capital is yours-the land
is yours" ,
Paul would have laughed il his uncle
had not looked 60 solemnly upon him
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