Louisiana capitolian., 1880-03-06

Oppressed with haunting hindering cares
My heart rebels at fate
She stoops to me, and 10! share
Her own imperial state.
glide behind my prison bars,
And walk with her the path Of stars.
Forever sorrowful in death,
Forever glad in birth, Y
Her face the glory Of the skies,
Her steps the bloom Of earth
As Natures self, the fallen, the free,
OIsis, interpret thee!
Harper's Magazine.
Doctor MOltOn'S Mother.
The clock on the mantel piece had
Just chimed one short, musical stroke.
Through the half closed blinds shone
the silvery light of the fast waning
moon; the candle has burned low in
It's socket; the log Of wood had con-
verted itself to ashes but of all this,
Doctor Bernard Motion saw or heard
nothing, as he sat in his office chair,
lost in thought. If the moon has bid
den the world goodnight, if the can
dies feeble existence had entirely
ceased, and even the red glow of the
ashes in the CRATE had died away, he
would still have seen only the picture
of the woman's face whom he loved.
1t was with him now as it had been
with him in the past, since the mo-
ment he had placed his fate in Violet
Fane's keeping, and she had accepted
it. No wonder that he was needless
of time and space. She was such
delicate, high-born lady, and he-ah.
another vision came before him now.
Not the cheerful Office, with its luxu-
rious appointments-he might at least
offer Violet home worthy of her
but the memory of the day when he
had run, a little, barefooted lad, about
his mothers cottage. and toiling f0l
her only child had earned one by one
the dollars which had sent him first
to the village school, and then to the
great city, to learn the profession for
which he longed.
He had succeeded we'll and bravely,
beyond his most ambitious hopes; but
the mother who toiled for him, where
was she7 Why was it that tonight
her old, wrinkled face drove even Vio'
let Fane's beauty from hint
True, he had no longer allowed bel
to work; true, she sat at ease in he'
little cottage, thinking of and pray
ing for her boy, who was SO good ant
generous to her; but was it his fault
that his patients were SO many and
his hours SO precious that he coult
find no time to gladden. her old heart
by glimpse of him now and then
And now-now that he thought o
Violet as his wife-Violet, with he1
high-bred ways-Violet, whose every
association was in such widely diff
ferent shere-cOuld it be that he wa
ashamed of his mother1
The candle died out entirely; th'
wood was white ashes now; the moor
had sunk to rest; the clock chime'
two; but red-hot flush burned OF
Doctor Notions cheek as he rose tt
find his way up to his room and bed
and perhaps forgetfulness in sleep.
For three long hours he sought tn
boon in vain, and when at last it cam'
to him, and his tired eyes closed. hov
could he butdream of those other eye
inst awakening in the far off home
which somehow tonight had so per
sistently haunted his thoughts
In the little cottage all was hustle
for Mrs. Motion had deteremined t
give her boy surprise, and the trail
for London started very early.
London! 1t lay ten long miles away
It would be almost nightfall when sh
arrived. How glad Bernard would b
to see her! He had never proposes
her coming because he had though
} she would not find the courage; a
though for his sake she would not d
or dare anything.
She was sorry now she had not ha
the village dressmaker make up tn
black silk he had sent her, but it look
ed so grand in it's lustrous folds tina
it seemed a pity to touch it with tn
scissors, and she would seem nor
natural like to Bernard in her stu
dress.
How often she had pictured him
his lonely home. She hoped he migl
be out when she arrived, that sh
might take off her bonnet; and, slip
ping on her white cap, let him fin
ter with her knitting in hand, quietl
seated by the hreside, waiting bis re
hurn.
All the way in the train, when (
last she had got started on her ,jou1
ney, she could hardly keep her happ
: thoughts to herself; and more tia
once glanced at the smiling old fac
with a somewhat tugging at the
heart strings which almost brougl
moisture into their eyes.
1t was quite nightfall when the Gil
y was reached. There had been son
slight delay on the road, and the o.
lady felt a sinking at the brave hea
, which had prompted her missio
l. However she succeeded in finding
cabman willing to take her to the az
dress she held in her hand.
cit must be a mistake, or he hi
brought me to the wrong place. o
. dear, what shall l do ?" she sighed,
he drew rein before a large, handson
d house, presenting we'll lighted from
in one of the most aristOcratic portion
,s of Mayfair.
j. But cabby reassured her, and 81
soon found herself, surrounded
4 boxes and bundles, facing the formi'
b able "gentleman" who opened tt
door.
6 Save for a suspicious shortness Of
- 8 certain portion of his attire whi'
> reached only to his knees, where tn
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