The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1879-04-23

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Miss spoouer with astonishing
quickness, considering how stout she
was, ran down the steps and caught
her friend in her arms. "Y6u dar-
liugl" she said, with enthusiasm,
"We have just been reading your
sweet, sweet poem, "a Mothers Wall
Welcome to the homestead
SLOW beautifulit isln said the lit.
tie woman, clasping her daintily
kidded hands, and speaking in a low
clear voice perfectly audible to the
listeners above as she turned toward
the river. "Phat glimpse Of the wa.
ter! the grandoldtreesl theffagrance
of the airl and"-raising her beauti-
ful eyes-"the glorious sky, so like"
with catch in her breath-"so
like the eyes Of my lost, my darling
boyw
! less than a week every man in
that house was more or less in love
with Mrs, Montgomery Montague
the captain, the pork merchant, the
old clerks and the young clerks.
And the women-well, the women
didn't like her as well as they did
before she came.
She's pretty enough and clever
enough" said Mrs. Dusenberry, "but
for one am getting tired Of. her
hlue-cyed boy. As said in a letter
of mine to a distinguished literary
gentleman-immediately upon read.
ing it he enrolled himself among my
band Of admilers-"I have lost chill
Idren, q lost them in the grave, bnt /
never bring my shadows to cloud the
sunshine Of my friends"
And, to do her justice, she never
did. On the contrary, so uncommon
liz well did she bear her bereavements
that one could scarcely believe she
had ever been bereaved.
But to go back to the pretty poets
lovers. Captain Hottop was the
most devoted Of them all. He had
never been in love before, and love,
like scarlet fever, is a most serious
complaint when contracted late in
life. He followed Mrs. Montague
around like faithful, loving slave,
carrying a heavy shawl to spread on
the grass when she chose to sit be.
meath the trees, and a large umbrel,
la to shield her from the sun when ii
was her pleasure to ramble along the
road. He named his sailboat oil.
ian" after her, bought a pony and
phaeton and placed them at her ser.
vice, swung her for hours in the
hammock which hung in the orchard,
and listened with patient, heartfelt
sympathy to her longing for her
blue-eyed boy,
BLESSED if ii amt too bud!" said
he one day (they were sitting be-
meath the catalpa trees), as the little
widow pressed her lace handkerchief
to her eyes to dry the tears that
sprung to them just after she had re.
marked that the twittering of the
dear little birds was so like babys
voice. "Couldn't you git him away
from them folks? Pears to me !
couldn't refuse You anything when
you clasp your hands and look at me
with tears in your eyes"
"Oh, captain" sobbed the sorrow.
ing mother, "there are very few peo-
pie in the world like you-very few.
You are one in thousdnd-yes, five
Thousand. But never had a chance
to appeal to them personally. l was
very i'll when-swhen they took my
darling away; and letters, with no
matter how much feeling we write
them, are so cold"
"Why don't you try personally
then2" asked the captain, swinging
her dainty parasol about, to the i'm
minent danger of the delicatcly carv-
| ed handle.
She blWshed, cast down her yellow
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