The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-04-11

! lor lhe Doy, ana TORE MN from MS weep
ing mothers arms"
"'And rocked not tear or prayer,
quoted Mrs Duscnberry.
"But why did she let them take him?'
shouted the captain. "By heavenA they
couldn't have taken him if she'd helt
on. Foreigners tearing citizens Of tn,
United States from their mother
arms! Who ever heard of such a thing
before?"
well, they didn't exactly tear him
away" explained his niece.
That's the poetical way of putting it, )
interpolated Mrs. Dusenberry
But she was left almost destitute y
Miss SpoOner went on, "and she's deli
cate little thing, and"
circumstances were too many fol
her" suggested the pork-merchant.
Just so," assented his hostess. "But
most fortunately, she possesses the gift
of song; and with what her writings
bring her in, and the presents which are
showered on her wherever she goes-she
is such favorite-she manages to get
along. | met her at Mrs. Bluelight's
party last winter, and we took such a
fancy to each other right of, and she told
me her story in the conservatory. Young
Chandler was there, too, but she didn't
sec him; he was at the other end of the
room, behind some tall plants-he Was
very attentive to her aftorward, and gave
her Il pearl bracelet on her birthday-and
| cried till my nose looked like "a"
CHERRY" suggested Mrs. Dusenberry.
Adding, in sprightly manner, Captain,
if you desert me for this enchantress, I'll
never forgive you," to the great astonish-
ment of the honest captain who had not
exchanged three sentences with the lady,
and indeed had never seen her until this
very July afternoon.
"Well," said Mrs. Spooncr, changing q
ring from the foretinger of her right
hand to the forctnger of her left, 1--WE
must all be very kind to her Isympa.
thize with her with all my heart about
her child. I know how I'd feel if lost
you, Isabella"
my babelet sweetw murmured Mrs.
Duscnbcrry, fixing her peculiar eyes on
her friend, on which the gawky youth at
her side dropped the fan and burst into
a loud gufaw.
"Hush!' cried Miss Isabella; 'here
she is"
And up the garden walk tripped a
slight, girlish-looking woman, dressed in
IL blue-gray silk, with q Gainsborough
hat, from which floated long black os-
trich plume, coquettishly set on the back
: OF her head. Her pale yellow hair hung
in babyish curls about her snow-white
brow, and she raised a pair of lovely yell
low-brown eyes to the group on the ver-
anda.
Miss Spooner, with astonishing quick
ness, considering how stout she was, ran
down the steps and caught her friend in
her arms. "You darlingY she said with
enthusiasm, I'VE have just been reading
your sweet, sweet poem, "A Mother
Wall Welcome to the homesteadW
GLOW beautiful it isl" said the little
woman, clasping her dainti|y kiddcd
hands, and speaking in a low clear voice,
perfectly audible to the listeners above,
us she turned toward the river. "That
glimpse of the water! the grand old
trees! the fragrance of the air! and''-
raising her beautiful eyes-"the glorious
skYsso lkc"-with catch in her breath
$50 like the eyes of my lost, my dar-
ling boyw
In less than 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 blue-eyed
boy. As | said in letter of mine to {
distinguished literary gentleman-im
mediately upon reading it he enrolled
himself among my band of admirers
4 have lost children, lost them in The
grave, but never bring my shadows To
cloud the sunshine of my friends" And
to do her justice, she never did. On tho
contrary, 50 uncommonly well did sh'
bear her bereavements that one coult
scarcely believe that she had ever beer
bereaYed.
But to 60 back to the pretty poet
lovers. Captain Hottop was the mos
devoted of them all He had never beeI
in love before, and love, like scarle
fever, is most serious complaint wheI
contracted late in life. He FOLLOWED
Mrs. Montague around like faithful
loving slave, carrying a heavy shawl t
spread on the grass when she chose to 81
beneath the trees, and large umbrell
to shield her from the sun when it wa
her pleasure to ramble along the road
He named his sail-boat Lillian after hel
bought pony and phaeton and place
them at her service, swung her for hour
; in the hammock which hung in the OIL
chard and listened with patient, heart
felt sympathy to her longings for he
blue-eyed boy.
"Blcssed if it amt too badw said h
one day (they were sitting beneath tn
= catalpa-trccsl, as the little widow presse
her lace handkerchief to her eyes to dr.
= the tears that sprung to them just afte
she had remarked that the twittering o
the dear little birds was so like a baby
voice. darned if it aiu'tf Couldn
} you git him away from them folks!
, Pears to me / couldn't refuse yon an.
: thing when you clasp your hands an
look at me with tears in your eyes"
r ooh, captain" sobbed the sorrowin
mother, there are very few people in tt
: world like you-very few. You are OF
1 in thousand-yes, five thousand. Bl
Y never had % chance to appeal to the
, personally. | was very i'll when-whe
? they took my darling away; and letter
with no matter how much feeling v
Ivritn thnm are 50 cnllO