The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1879-08-18

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Dyck himself ever put on canvas morp
winsome court beauty in, all his lie ,tnan
Mornipg-G Glory. The sturdy Vermont bills
were mi about her, and The river and tue
valley we're not far away. The day haa
hardly begun, but thednen we're carrying
III the brimning pals Of milk and the COWS
were satintering down ihe. lane WIKI tnat
delightful air OF reverie which COW Knows
so well bow to assume. e w htte-Face1 ana
Starry Eye. and Ruby, and O dozen otners
leisurely whisking their tails at the early ny,
stopping moment to snatch an inYlt!ng
bunch Of grass, cranching the appetizzilIng
morsel as they went on. !,
The September morning was as fresh ana
fair as the young girl walking DOWN tne
beaten path OF the tame. The sunllgpt only
made the, gold OF her hair more .dazznng,
not "frizzed" or banged. out IN. =
simple coil like . Greek statue, 1t restea
like q crown above the brown eyes tue
cal risge was free and graceful, the stcp
elastic; the whole movement would nave
Indicated perfect health II you had not seen
the face, Sixteen summers like The present
had drifted pas, her In her mountain home.
No not like the present, for Morning Glory
had suddenly come into her birthright-she
was woman. A child last night, enjoying
with child's zest her healthy country Lille. !;
to-day, with woman's hopes and Woman's
fears. How subtle the change anu now
quick il comes Woe be to him who rudely
stIrs the sleeping waters. She lifted the
bars to their place as in dream. the line
contour OF her shapely figure well express
ed in Che act, and leaned upon them with
bowed head moment, and then watched
the foe lszily climbing the valley.
GA penny for your thoughts, Morning
Glory" came from an adjoining lot ana
Young man cleared the wall at a bound as
She started at his voice, and Joined her IN
the walk home. A summer morning idyi,
you say, OF no interest to those who have
got beyond such nonsense. But soft, dear
sir, saw gray head furlively wipe away
a tear the other day, Chambers'S MISCELLANY
ip his band, and only love story which
touched bis heart. The young man was
spending his vacation at her fathers farm.
He had just graduated ut college, and would
enter the seminary in the fall. Meanwhile
he held his own with the other hired men
in the long days work. Hell wilt" they
said. These college-larned chaps can't
stand much" But they were glad TO cry
quarter as he, with quiet smile, struck; out
with what he styled the Grecian curve in
the meadow the first day OF moving.
elf the gods moved like that they must
have been uncommon tough" said one OF
the men as he stared at Ransom Sayles's
bowl away through the tall grass. That
settled the men; they respected muscle,
Styles had not dipped his oar into the river
without toughening the arm that handled
it. They soon learned to respect the man.
Deacon John Raymond had morning "pray-
ers" even in the busiest season, and when,
on the second morning after bis arrival,
Sayles was invited to lead the deyotions,
Sam, one of tue hired men, said "he prayed
like Jehosophat.' Sans Bible knowledge
was limited, and he doubtless got the names
a little mixed, but he told the men when
they were grinding the scythes in the shed
"tbat he talked rs il he was acquainted
with the Almighty, and it was powerfully
well DONE"
That was three months before Ransom
Sayles had done his days work. Sometimes
walking ia the cleaning with Carrie Ray
mond; Miss Carrie, he bad called her at
first with stately courtesy, but now he bad
christened her Morning-Glory "-they
had talked OF books, authors, art, morals
a thousand things that bower in the
air before the eyes OF youth--but never OF
love. Morning. Glory wanted nothing Of it.
She was satisfied with her present and Ran
som. Well, twas the old story. He knew
now what the grand passion was that stir
red the old Greeks. This mountain flower,
with the dew on its crimson petals. that had
never felt the scorching sun, twinins about
the old homestead, how he had watched it.,
wishing he might put out his hand and take
It. But Sayles had iron ia his blood. He
was penniless, with an aged mother looking
to him for care. And she was only child
this girl-in years. He bad his future yet
to make, and she, womanIy as she was,
might not bear the strain OF waiting; and
then, too, frank as she was, in all their talks
he never could penetrate beyond certain
maidenly reserve. She would never give
herself to any mum unasked. He doubted
what an answer would be; for this country
girl in Der sweet simplicity was worthy OF
the best love the world contained.
And so he went back to his work and
made no sign. If the vision OF a golden
haired girl with beseechng brown eyes,
mixed itself up with Greek eXegesis and
Hebrew dioms, he doggedly applied him.
But "MoIning-Glory" had had the chrism
women's lives heavenly mama Or apples Of
Sodom. From no fault OF Ransom Savles,
remember; for he had observed the strict
est honor. He had not allowed himself a
word, or touch, OF look that might mean
love, and she thanked him in, her heart
for it in, the years that followed /;
but she knew now he had her
heart unasked, and henceforth it should
.be---the precious secret -of-hef -life.
Many a woman has lived, and died un-
welded, the perfume Of her life. the only;
evidence OF a hidden sacrifice. Morning
Glory" rounded into womanhood, the
bloom grew brighter; culture added to SIM
plcity, self-possession to grace; her charac.
ter shaping itself into womanliness, rs she
thought what he would admire and honor;
expecting nothing, hoping nothing, but
having one summer among her choicest
memories. '' . 80 81. "..''' ''... vi" e"
Three years had passed. Sayles had
graduated; declining larger fields, he had
accepted the charge OF small country
church. The mother who had cheered him
on saw him minister OF the Gospel, and
then the Lord called her home. @... f.,
But Ransom was In debt for his educa-
ton, and his sturdy independence would
not allow him any luxury Of life until that
obligation was met. II he grew weary at
times he only interested himself more near
~ in his people; but sometimes a septem-
Der morning on hillside farm would rise
up in memory before him, and a fair lace
with a, strange witchery in the brown eyes,
would cause almostsa sob to break from MS
lips. - pa,son,
Rnt all sacrifices have an end. Ransom
sovias wonId not be bampered byaa debt.
he had waited until the child had blossoped
nto the woman. The last payment onihls
iieht had been made; his vacation bad come;
he would try his fate, for he was mot, over