The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-10-14

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sixties, then, things were, in spite of a
glorious sunrising, looking very black
indeed at Bersey Vicarage. lluI IT
Susie, the eldest daughter, q girl in age,
a child in manner, a woman in naind,
acknowledged this fact with sigh, as
she laid her fathers letters on the stndy-
table, and saw that there were even more
than the usual number Of suspicious
looking envelopes amongst them. b'yd
Susie, though still in her teens, was in
that. family very tower fistnength.. Ii
she had been man she would have gone
out and fought lions; she would have
striven Goliaths. She was strong in her
love, her loyalty, and her tenderness, and
it almost broke her young heart to see
the gray hairs in her fathers head, and
to notice how he was getting to stoop,
also how much meeker than ever the
dear face was growing.
When the trouble and the trial seemed
more than she could bear, she was went
to rum out into the vicarage garden, and,
lburying her face against the soft turf
growing at the root of some old tree,
sob: s-o asfI+ n'o. HA. .
o, papa! my own dear, dear, sweet
papaP s
Mrs. Yarrell met her trials differently.
She breakfasted in bed, and lay on the
sofa most part Of the day. Each Of us
has his or her peculiar way of encoun-
tering misfortune, and Mrs. Yarrell gen.
orally got the best Of hers by maintain
ing, as far as the outside world was con-
cerned. masterly inactivity.
| Things had arrive at very bad pass
indeed on that especial spring morning.
They were SO bad Susie could not even
cry about them. Her tears seemed dried
| up, and with reason, perhaps, for the
dignity ef existence seemed to oppress
her. She was old enough to suffer the
keenest pang a girls heart can know.
News had come that week of the success
of our arms in Abyssinia, and to hes that
the man she had loved all her young life
-evers since she could remember anything
loved as a boy, STRIPPING, soldier, was
badly, though not mortally, wounded.
| That morning the perfume Of the
flowers was not grateful to her, or the
gladsome sunshine pleasant. Across the
house there seemed to lie the shadow Of
impending ruin; the very songs of the
birds sounded to her shrilI and discord
ant.
| She was not thinking about aught
save her father and her lover. She had
not memory to spare for poetry; anc
yet deep in her heart there lay the same
feeling which must have stirred Burns
very soul when he said:
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And sac weary, flu o. care%
Mr.. Yarrell came into the pleasan
breakfast-parlor, where his four daugh
ters, one strong, willing, maid-of-all-work
the handy man who fed the pigs alle
poultry, cleaned the knives and boots, at
tended the kitchen-garden, and performed
all sorts of ineongruous labors, were as
sembled for prayers The clergyman hat
read his letters, evidently, for Susie no
ticed how pale and unnerved he looked
and his hands trembled as he opened tn,
Bible, how weak and shaky his voice
sounded, except when by an effort M
steaded it's accents. t...-..
What is it, dear papa% she whispered
when the little congregation arose, ant
she was taking the books from the table
'Something dreadful, | am afraid
4 have had a letter that has shoeke'
me terribly, my child he answered
Nothing about Tom,' he said, hastily
'and nothing about money matters.
can not talk concerning it yet
| And, contrary to his wont, he took NJ
the newspaper and affected to read
though Susie noticed that he neve
moved the sheet, and that he seemed
scarcely conscious Of the printed lines be
fore him.
ITO BE Continued