The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-02-26
THE YANKEE GIRL.


"seest thou yon lovely cottage in the
grove
With little garden neatly planned be-
fore,
Its roof deep shaded by the elms
above?
Go lift the willing latch---the ecene ex-
plore-
Sweet peace and love and Joy thou
there shall find.
For there Religion dwells; whose sa-
cred lore
Leaves the proud wisdom of the world
behind, Ecf5 t. af...
And pours d heavenly ray on every
humble mind
HUNTINGTON.
The long winter evening was draw
ing to close-the big ha' Bible rev.
erently deposited In its accum-
TONED place at the close Of
family worship, and the cheerful
circle that surrounded the fire.
side of Farmer Lee, aften an affection
ate good night had retired to their res
pective apartments. The farmer him
self rose from his chair, and. carefully
covering up the glowing Goals which
DSHt q AAtAHl ii6hI LillOuSH tuG uOW
darkened room, was about to retire.
when sudden rush of emotions SEEM
ed to overpower him.. and, throwing
himself on the wooden settle which oc-
cupied one corner Of the huge chimney,
he covered his face with his hands, and
groaned aloud.
Father said a soft voice at his side,
"dear father, you are not well. What
can / do for your"
How is this Grace?" he answered,
almost sternly, II thought you were all
gone, why are you still up at this late
hour?"
Because l could not go to rest while
] know that you are suffering. Father"
she continued, Il have watched you and
mother all day, and I know you have
some sorrow of heart which you are
hiding. from us, while 1t Is sinking you
to the earth. May I know what 1t is,
that if cannot assist, 1 may at least
have the privilege of bearing it with
your"
While she spoke, Grace Lee had seat
ed herself on low bench at her fathers
feet, and, clasping her hands upon his
knee looked up in his face with an ex-
preston Of earnest entreaty, that might
have moved heart of etone. But Farm
err Lees heart was made of no such ma
terial. 1t was full of the milk of hui
man kindness; besides, he dearly loved
the sweet girl whose blue eyes We're
gazing so tenderly into his, and had
sometimes been tempted to feel little
proud Of his wild flower" as the good
minister once called her. He cleared his |
throat, therefore, and fondly passing |
his hard and bony hand over her shin !
ing hair, said mildly, you are a good !
girl, Grace, and comfort to your pa
rents, but this Is a matter beyond your /
ability to manage, and trouble will come /
soon enough without meeting 1t half |
way"
ooh, do not Gay so, dear father, am
almost eighteen, and you must not look
upon me any longer as a child to be
petted and cared for, but woman,
who is both able and willing to take
her share of the burdens it may please
God to lay upon you'd. Tell me what it
Is that affiicts you, and do not fear that
it will make me unhappy; l can bear
anything out TO see You miserable, " lille
am ignorant of the cause.
Child, you know not what you ask
are you prepared to hear that your
father is a beggar-that we must leave
the old homestead, where you were all
born, and where we have been so hap
py" A choking sensa ton prevented
Farmer Lee from proceeding, and Grace
slowly repeated as if mechanically,
leave the old homestead, and for
what? Why must we go?"
you were child" her father an
swered, "and do not remember your {
Uncle Barker. He was in trouble and
tried to help him out, but in some 1
way. before the business ives ended, l
was obliged to mortgage my farm for {