Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1876-02-09

in their gardens, but which had now
relapsed into the. wild simplicity o.
nature. g
'.Not here!" cried old Walter Gas.
coigne. ''Here,. long ago, other NOR
tails built their Temple Sc Happiness.
eek another site for yoursl" M
"Whati' exclaimed Lilias Fay.
"Have any ever planned such a Tenn.
pie, save ourselves?"
I" Poor child |" said her gloomy kins-
man. elm one shape or other, every
mortal has dreamed your dream"
Then he told the lovers, how-not,
indeed, an antique Temple-but q
dwelling had once stood there, and that
dark clad guest had dwelt among it's
inmates, sitting forever at the freside,
and poisoning all their household mirth.
Under this type, Adam Forester and
Lilias saw that the old man spake of
Sorrow. He told of nothing that might
not be recorded in the history Of almost
every household; and yet his, learners
felt as if no sunshine ought to fall upon
a spot where human grief had left so
deep stain; or, at least, that no icy
GUS Temple should be built there 7
a9l"This is very, sad" said the Lily
signing. aa5 ms,
j" Well, there are lovelier spots than
this, said Adam Forester. soothingly
I-"spots which sorrow has not blighted.''
So they fastened away, and the mel
ancholy Gascoigne followed them, look
ing as If he had gathered up all the
gloom of the deserted spot, and was
bearing It a. burden of inestimable
treasure. But still they rambled on,
and soon found themselves in a rocky
dell, through the midst of which ran q
streamlet, with ripple, and foam. and q
continual voice of inartioulate Joy. 1t
was avid retreat, walled on either side
with gray preoipices, which would have
frowned somewhat too sternly, had not
prcfusion of green shrubbery rooted
itself into their crevices, and wreathed
gladstone foliage around their solemn
brows. But the chief JOY OF the dell
was in the little stream, which seemed
like the presence of a blissful child,
with nothing earthly to do save to bab-
BILE merriIy and disport itself, and make
every living soul it's playfellow, and
throw the sunny CLEANS of its spirit
upon all sts
"Here, here is the spotr' cried the
two lovers with one voice, as they
reached level space on the brink of a
small cascade. g This glen was made
on purpose for our Templel"
''And the glad song of the brook will
be always in our ears . said Lilias Fay.
Sand its long melody shall sing the
bliss of our time, said Adam For
roster. ~ esg
eye must build no temple here!' MUIR
INJURED their dismal companion. a1a
And there again was the old lunatic,
standing just on the spot where they
meant to rear their lighthouse dome,
and looking like the embodied symbol
of some great woe, that, in forgotten
days, had happened there. And, alasl
there had been woe, nor that alone. A
young man, more than hundred years
before, had iured hither a girl that
loved him, and on this spot had muir.
dered her, and washed his bloody ands
in the stream which sung SO merrily.
And ever since, the victims death
shrieks were often heard to echo be-
tween the cliffs. - AL nsa.tfF5
'.And seer cried old Gascoigne, sis
the stream yet pure from the stain of
the murderer's hands!" eavd w8a sga
'sMethinks it has tinge of blood, ;"
family answered the Lily; and being as
slight as the gossamer. she trembled
and chung to her lovers arm,t whisper
ing, s.les us fee from this dreadful
yale!" H9f. y sa7ps5' of@e @is5t3"
:. Come, then" said Adam Forester,
as cheerily as he could; Eve shall soon
find a happier spot. -
/ They set forth again, young Pilgrims
on that quest which millions, every
child of Earth has tried IN turn. And
were the Lily and her lover to be more
fortunate than all those millions2 For
long time, it seemed not so. The dis
NAL shape of the old lunatic still Eglided
behind them; and for every spot that
looked lovely in their eyes he had
some legend of human wrong or suf.
fering, SO miserably sad that his audi
tors could never afterwards connect
the idea OF JOY with the place where It
had happened. Here, q heart-broken
woman, knee1ing to her chila, had
been spurned from his feet; here, q
desolate old creature had prayed to the
Evil One, and had received a fiendish
malignity Of soul, in answer: to her
prayer; here, q newborn infant, sweet
blossom of life, had been found dead,
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