St. Landry democrat., 1882-03-18

she spoke; ''my work is all done, Will
90 after the COWS and help your father
milk tonight. You can stay here,
and amply repaid by his Treasure you
are q treasure" she ran lightly down
the pasture lane, while Israel, left alone
after reading a few pages, dropped his
book and drifted away into a most glor
rious day-dream of fame and honors.
from which he only aroused when Treas
ure, after bringing in the foaming pals
of milk. called him to supper. That
afternoons incident was tar lllustra-
ton of the two young lives poisoning
in the lonely farm house-lsrael carrie,
the only child and son of their old age.
and Treasure Reid, the orphan niece OF
Ezekiel earle and his wife Elizabeth.
Eight wears before Treasure had come
to them sorrowful, heart-sick chlid;.In
those wears it had become home, IN
deed, to her. OF a tenacious, aHectlon-
ate nature, she was attached to the gray
old house and every foot OF the land
around it. She was fond Of her uncle
and aunt, plain, kindly folk, OF simple
habits and homely ideas, but the tender
ness of her heart, the full wealth OF her
love was lavished on her cousin Israel.
Herself energetic, contented, cheerful,
his moody, lounging and inpatient I'M
rest, by contrast made the deeper impress
sion. Frequent as his complaining con-
tidencesa were, she never heard them
without an admiring awe for what
seemed to- her the loftier heights OF his
nature. TO her his words had the ring
of genuine genius; his talents She never
II nd bn MI
he drew seemed to her no more than he
could easily saehieye. Beside this great
and brilliant mind, she felt how neageT
ands insignificant was her own, tttna
what a happiness 10 it, was that -oln
any way she was enabled to be
comfort and help to him. So, as in this
instance, she often took up the burden
of his duties in addition to her own, and
made possible to him many an hour OF
that indolent dreaming, from which he
only returned with more discomfort to
the environment of daily life. Israel,
on his part, had many visions in which
Treasure bore no part. He often felt a
secret wish that her complexion had
been less muddy, her form more grace
full, and hertemperament more romantic
But at the same time he was not with
out some perception of her trusting de-
votion. It favored his repinings and
longings to pour them into so attentive
an ear. 1t gave him a renewed assur-
ance to look at himself through her
eyes, and behold the heroic figure there
reflected. In short. it is not too much
toEsay that unconsciously Treasure be-
came onesof the necessities OF life, SO
: much so, that the question of the
. strength or degree of his affection for
. her never occurred to himself. But at
, last the opportunity so fervently desired
came, and Israel Carrie made his escape
, from the wearisome letters of farm
, routine to the neighboring city that had
long been the goal of all his hopes. The
: opening was the humble one Of a sub
, ordinate clerkship, but as he told
, Treasure, it was the entering wedge,
, give him that and he would win the
+ rest. Indeed, he believed he was glad
| that he had to grapple the world by the
; throat, as it were, and masteri it for him.
, self. Ezekial Garlic did not forbid his
, going, though he shook his head il
, silent disapproval, while Joel Beers, thu
nearest neighbor, Whistled a strain o.
I Olu Dstu i uChcI W1Itu uc uCdio efiS
! news, before he made his comment
!, "Going to the city, is he? Wall, meb
be. he'll succeed, dunno, but there's
f one thing I've. noticed about 1srae
, earle, he never sees the end hill OF
!. row of corn in hoeing time. Maybe
: he'll find the end Of the row some day
y | Wnuldn' want to swear to it though,
! Blu. dn l'TDasure' heart, gnl
! thai mo u doiIb & or Tear forH hs ste
! cess, that tie Burden VI hiis departur,
! weighed heaviest; and when the part
Q inc moment came, Israel, touched tt
d unwonted tenderness by her pale fac'
# and tear-flled eyes, and realizingin thu
g pang of separation all that she had beer
to him, whispered, as he kissed he
8 good-bye: '''Keep up courage, Treasure
+ { will have home some day, and thel
4 / will come for YOU" Then he wa
! gone and Treasure, as she went abou
r her work, or sat alone in the forsakel
ssdoor-yardn that had been from child
i hood their fayorite haunt, realized a
! never before the solitude of the duml
! hills and waiting woods. A solitude
! solaced, however, by the memory of hi
q parting words and his frequent letters
. Though there was little that was glad
v some in Israel's letters, they were
3 repetition of the old monologue, only o.
: slightly different key; but life wa
!. still dark existence was cage he wa
Z beating his wings against; he was on
] alone; no one understood or appre
. ciated him; the world was cold an
= heartless: and Treasure read it all wit
y heart full of pity, and dropped furtiv
II tears on the fine wristbands she stitche
~ for him, and stinted herself of girls
. pleasures that she might add a. mite t
+ his scanty salary. The clerkship, how
a ever. was hardly less irksome than tn