The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1899-04-01
AN EASTER IDYL.

VI southern planter, the owner OF
large estate and hundreds Of ncgr
slaves. But Jullette, the younger daugh
ter, fell In love with the handsome, wei
| bred son OF her fathers overseer. I,
the days of slavery, an overseer on ;
Southern plantation was ostracIset
from all social intercourse with plan
ters' families. And their children. n,
matter what their claim to recognition
by good Northern blood. superior edu
cation. or genuine worth. were neve
received" and indeed, seldom asplret
to the distinction OF any social recognl
ton outside their own class.
\ Richard Warren had in his veins tn,
I blood of the hero OF Bunker Hill. Add
Cd to his paternal heredity. he had beer
Z well and carefully brought up, by 9
mother from whom he mingled the
blood OF old Cotton Mather and Govern
. or Winslow, among the illustrious Pill
grim Fathers. So without boasting
Richard knew that he could at any time
4 compare pedigree with the lordly mas.
| ter Of the estate that his father man.
aged. Richard had received fair edu.
cation in Massachusetts, before the
( family moved to Mississippi. and to this
he added nobleness Of character and
/ a refinement Of manner that Is always
/ native and to the manor born"
! Juliette's brother had become warmly
! attached to the overseer's son. who
would frequently come to the Castle"
rs the masters house was called. to
| oh A,,tt L.. ii. y
mathematics. 1t was on such occa-
sions that the pretty maiden and the
| handsome youth would meet. Well. 1t
began In the usual way-they fell in
love-the father forbade 1t, even her
brother discouraged 1t, and seeing no
other way. and being determined to
wed, they ran off. went to the nearest
town: found tender-hearted minister,
whose sympathies they soon enlisted,
ana the happy and courageous pair
were united for better or for worse till
death should them part"
Richard Warren was not long in find
Ing employment In New York. in n
shipping house. that did n large south
err trade. And after making q pretty
home nest In Brooklyn. where small
houses were readily obtained, they set
tied down to n life OF happiness and
tidy comfort under the calm. blue sky
of serene hope and joyous expectation.
Juliette sometimes sighed when visions
OF her sunny home and recollections OF
her idOlized brother and sister came to
ker mind; and the voice OF her dear, old
"Mammie Rosie" upon whose bosom
she was nursed and nurtured from her
earliest infancy. seemed to fail upon her
ear In the coaxing. grooming lullaby by
which the southern babe Is fondly sung
to sleep by the faithful negro nurse.
But no word of complaint ever escap-
ed her lips; no feeling Of regret ever en-
tered her heart. Her mother died when
Juliette was an infant. and the home
influences Of her life had not been OF
such character as to endear her to
the home of her childhood. For while
she was surrounded by all that wealth
could give, with the death Of their
mother came elements and influences
into their home that soon expressed
themselves in Skeleton in the clos
ct" The goddess "Hestia" fled from that
home. leaving her place vacant, to be
filled by the Nemesis" whose bitter
punishment fell upon the head Of the
house, as the days went by, and one af-
ter another of his children left him to
remorse and n joyless and repentant old
age.
1t was from such home that Juliette
fled with n lover whose noble life was
laid upon the altar of true love and
manly devotion to his young and trust
Ing wife.
1t was Easter Sunday. the bells were
ringing joyous!y-"He is rlsen!'' "The
Lord is risen. indeed" 20. grave, where
is thy victory" 20. death. where Is thy
sting" These were the words that JUL
iette seemed to hear as she lay pale
and wasted by fever, on that memoir
able Easter Sunday. when throughout
the land. south as well as north, ma
ton was mourning a martyred hero,
and tears were falling upon the pure,
white Easter lilies, and the signs of on
afflicted people were rising 10 heaven
with the joyful Easter anthem, that
mingled with the tolling of the bells,
and the mufiled drums that told the sad
story of the cruel assassination OF the
nations chief.
Juliette. the beloved. the adored wife,
was holding in her thin. emaciated fin
gers 4 lovely Easter lily that Richard
had brought from the chancel vase. with
the love of the dear. old minister whose
Ndht VISITS tdfhc co tht te fiiS VIE ana
sorrowing husband. rs evangels from
the celestial! city whose gates ajar
stood waiting the entrance of the loved
and loving.
For the beloved wife must WELD her
life q sacrifice to the JOY OF mother
hood. When the minister came at the
yesper hour to baptlze the babe by Its
mothers ed-side-"Name her Easter
Lily" the mother said in n low, hard
breathing whisper. land teach her to
love the flowers and tell her the story OF
the annunciation lily-and tell her die
praying that her life may be spotless,
and pure, and white as the Easter Ill
les"
Easter Sunday dawncd again. Again
the bells sent forth their joyous peals
The Lord is rlsen!" "He Is risen, in
deed" was echoed and re.echoed from
the church steeples nil over the land.
In cozy little home. not very far
from THE Heights" lived another cou-
pie. devoted to each other rs were Rich
ard and Juliette Warren. and like them
lived only In each others hearts and
lives. Year after year John Nelson
struggled on and on, laying by, from
time to time from the abundance OF his
business successes: for he had been
wondrously blessed 'in his basket and
his store" But there were no tiny feet
patterng about his hearth-stone; no
childish prattle disturbed the quiet OF
that otherwise happy home: no soft,
baby arms were thrown about his neck,
when the tired husband came home
from the cXhnusting routine of business
life. While 10 the lonely wife. who
year after year lonEcd and hoped, no
little cherub head ever came TO nestle
upon her bosom.
John" said Mary Nelson. rs they
were walking to church on that happy
Easter morn. Don't let us put 1t off
any Longer: let us decide to-day. and
celebrate this Joyous anniversary OF