The Yazoo sentinel. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 1878-1916, 1885-05-07

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We travelled into foreign lands during
our honeymoon, and saw many 81 earth's
fairest spots, and rambled amid the most
enchanting scenery Of Europe, but none
had for me so great charm as this val
Icy, with its meadow lands and woods
its shady walks and ringing waterfalls
which had become almost part Of our
home during the spring and summer
months Of cur courtship; and IL was with
a happiness ] know not how TO express,
that | came and took up my abode In
the charming little residence, which,
from my earliest childhood, had always
been my beau ideal Of o pleasant DWELL
ing.
Not very large Is Rockland Cottage,
and II makes no pretensions whatever TO
architectural beauty; but 1t Is universal.
ly held TO be charming residence for
oil that It's overhanging caves shelter
clustering masses Of roses and honey
suokles, clematis and the purple wisteria,
Just now interpreted with the crimson
foliage Of the Virginia creeper--all trail
ing In williul luxuriance over the porch,
and peeping In at the pleasant, old
fashioned windows, while the moss-grown
stone and dull-red chimney stacks nestle
under the solemn shade OF venerable
elms. AT the back, stretching away to
a rising, wooded ground, is an extensive
garden, with its soft level lawn, thickets
Of eYergreens, tastefully-plauned flower
hu1a ell
now, alas ali wilderness, abandoned
10 weeds and desolation. / seldom ven
ture into the garden now; and when
do, / steal into one Of the secluded little
gummer-houses and weep in lonely
misery where once l was won't to sit in
the enjoyment Of happiness such as
fear rarely brightens human existence
"a happiness such as rarely deepens
my dependency. And yet how passion
ately cling to the recollection OF il |
Not for all this world would /, il could,
blot that time from my memory or lose
that dear image from my heart.
Summer faded softly into autumn,
and not single ripple disturbed the
calm enjoyment OF our lives. My hus-
band, u hard toiler with his pen, usually
confined himself to his study during the
working hours OF the day, and only as Q
special pleasure for both Of us, and on
rare occasions, came for an hour ont into
some shady nook in the garden to read
aloud while sat busy with my needle.
BuA oh, those evenings When work
was done for the day, the table in that
little sanctum Of his cleaned up and set
in readiness for the morrow, and we
went forth into the woods--he with his
sketch book or his fishing rod and /
with satchel bag that served for the
trophies Of my never-failing botanical
discoveries Who that has never en-
joyed pleasure like that, and especially
after earning it by previous days work
OF some kind, can possibly know what IL
is to wander thus, hand in hand, with
one we love, without care in the pres
emit, without sorrow in remembrance or
an apprehension for the future?
Now, alas ii is all gone All gone
never to be known again.
It was one day, when the autumn
trees hung still and lazy over the sleep
ing river, ruddy chestnuts lay cleaning
among the yellow leaves and struggling
grass under the half-stripped boughs
and the swallows were whirling and clus
tering around the chimney stacks up
under the elms, that we parted.
II was only for few weeks--a short
sea voyage, little important business
rapidly got through and then Joyous
return, to await together the advent OF
little stranger, that was, il possible, to
bind us closer in our lives and to add q
new pleasure and interest to our daily
existence.
Oh, the loneliness and tediousnees OF
hose few weeks, and the bitter disap
continent when the vessel that should
nave brought him back, Brought instead
! letter, full Of the tenderest affection,
put telling me that the business he bad
gone out upon had been somewhat more
than he had anticipated and
hat his return was unavoidably post
Joned for short time.
Sad and fearful, turned homeward
md counted the many days that must
ret elapse before my life should again
)ecOme the thing 1t had been. And
While waited and waited autumn gave
llace to winter. and lay at nights and
rembled and prayed as the wild, bleak
Winds roared in the elms and shook the
our corners of the house and as I
bought of the raging seas that lay be-
ween us.
The weeks sped on-slowly and wea-
lily enough--but stil they sped away,
nd at length the long-looked-for day
rrived.
From the little seaport that lies Just
yer the hills came q messenger that the
easel had been signalIed and would
ONE into the harbot on the late tide
hat would be after dark, and my hus-
and knew would not expect rue to
neet him on the pier, but await his ar
ival at home. l resolved to welcome
i'm with a surprise and TO be there
Then he sat foot on shore; and, with q
Ieart trimming over with thankfulness
nd JOY, l set out
II was a cold day, and as made my
way along the hard. frozen road, the
Ky was lowering, and the country round
ooked bleak and desolate. But what
AIRED 1 for lowering skies, or bleak
Tinds nowf The vessel was safe; lay
My two or three miles over the hills
here. and my husband was aboard, and
a a few short hours now we should
read that path together.
Blithe and light-hearted, made my
ray over the crisp frozen snow, and an
our before daylight faded [ stood on
a n Il