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. iZ. ItAUAN. Editor and Proprietor,
From the (Saturday Evenii.g Post.
My fathers were Americans, an American :
am J, t ;
An4 'tis my boast that I was born beneath
' mis western sKy; ....
1 prize my lovely birthplace for its freedom i ' J ' B "Ul 6'"
and its fame, j mouth, smiled beside hers, down in the rip,
; In it my fathers lived and died I hope to pling water. Then Daisy started, and the;
?olhfB?rae . . ... 'deep rose tint came flushing over her face,,
I ve heard of foreign countries which are' , . .1. ,. . . . : .
! very fair to see, almost blinding her, and she turned away,
. But this, dear old America, is fair enough whi,e tho TOseB fcl1 from her nond8 '"to the i
, forme; ; brook, and went floating away, quite out of
' And he that on it. happy soil is not content ; her reach,
' to stay, n . i-..i . r i-1 a u .
May leave iUhen he likes, ond find a bet-
ter where he may. : And yetthefino gentleman, with his earnest
- eyes ficd on her fa,e, recalled to his mind
We may not have the mountains which 1 pictures he had gazed upon in sunny South
TheK no me,n0'ry half
' summits crowned with snow; , so fair as this blushing, artless picture of
Wo may not bonst the grandeur or the mel- the widow l.ee's little Daisy.
Wi T.h ny 'J"' , , . , ' Bul the klu8,,e8 kept quiverin? "P ov
- war's ierrificrre- ' " : heT C,'eek 0nd brW 11,1 broueht tear8
. But we have fertile valleys we have hills and :to 11,6 violet eyes, and Daisy covered her
dales and dells Imnds, and wished her mother would only
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here peace and plenty sm'lo around, and
sweet contentment dwells;
.And WB lava cliff tl! hPllnWi.n.1hnf-
Of a thousand waves that roll around ashore
as free as they
There's not a sea that on its breast a hostile
But our fair flag is' seen toflort in stern do '
; . fiance there; "
oe. with the Tame .
Of Freedom's dauutless warriors, snd with I
Our ancient ; Ins'tituKs and our good Am", j Tl,e neat eyes of tho stranger and knelt down beside it and looked at , car, little wire, were it transplanted to a
' icanlaws ' wore saying plainly, ('little Daisy I love , her flushed face. Already a star hod hot house, that it would not grow prop-
1 Have won from ev'n our bitterest foes iheir y0M better than birds, or flowers, or the ! come forth into the blue sky, and then i Prly among the foreign and brilliant flow
Ob, hisis'to amUeTh gentleman ! another and another, and the ciescent . It would I be the loveliest of all.'
' ' not make a stand, i . ,lovv l,er ynff heart fluttered like n moon, sank paling down in the track of ! 'Yes, sirj but tinless t'ie gaidener was
! For altar-stone, for hearth and homo in such j bird, beneath her pam calico spencer, he sun, yet still she knelt under the ' ver" gentle and lender with it, it would
m tmltl.A Innif
, DAISY LEE;
OR, THE alEADOAT BROOK.
BY COUSIN EMMA,
, PA1U I.
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I ripping over me green nwuru ro umj
dew had dried awayfrom the honeysuckles,;
soaring wing heavenward; while the far-
iner's boys whetted their morning K-ythes;
i trinnineover the green sward, w t!i cneek !
.'and lip bright and fresh as the dawn, with
ja rose flush on one and a smile on the other, I
f went little Daisy, the widow Lee's only I
' child. ' '
. Simply dressed, in
. gown the short loose spencer, and ski.t
'!L.ht..Ai....li.in nkW with her;
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- tt-nira ciin nnnnar. iiniiiriiiir iivrr iitt hiiiiuiu 1
white sun bonnet nang.ngover ner snouio-1
WMI ..w . uw-fj5 " '
rA h wi in ir litr Inno onfY linir. nnd
down to the meadow brook. ijrig,t fl0Werb:
'""r" -r - - v
' looked up into her sweet eyes as she passed
along, giving forth more delicious fragrance
after the pressure of her fairy feet; vnd the
Iim. fcnjt hiitforfltaa tii.mmorl flpn.tnft ' hpp.
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. half pausing 00 their swift way to the clo -
' ver patches
Sweet Daisy Lee with only the dew
drops of sixteen years of summer mornings
h i h 1 and a lurire brown pitcher i "'": ol it nun wmi ner oyvs uiu
TIiLtL'w.. lrrPPn8ward!;oth't loving bosom, Daisy wh.spered her
- jparming in nor ninny ..s.r, .nu o.. , 8unbeam into a cold room; warming and
.white forehead Not far away from hor.lighUng ,u drettrie8t 0TBeit that ,
mother's humble cot; the meadow I lhouU ,tay there alwaye," Md little Paiey
sang over wniia pouuies, uui nieic wric
-clumps of trees and a grassy hillock, and a
stretch of greensward between; so, as she
went, little Daisy had time for a girlish re-
verlea sort of dream, as bright as the
morning. And it was on this wise:
How sweet the air is, all scented with ;
honeysuckles, and wild roses. I will pick
some of these wild roses, ond when I get
down there by the brook, I will takeoff my
sun bonnet and tit down, and twist them in
my hair, with the water for my looking
glass, I wonder what is the reason that I
look prettier in the brook, than I do in the
glass there at home, for 1 know I do, and
perhaps when I get the roses in my hair he
will come apd fill toy pitcher, and look
downlnroyfocoju,81" he did yesterday.
Thope I shall not be so foolish as to turn
''red, for of course such a fine gentleman as
;he would never think nything of a poor,
ignorant little country girl like moonly
'he was very kind to fill my pitplmr, I won
der why 1 did not tel mamma abo)l it.
. J can't think. . I tried to after 1 went, to
: bed, and the candle was blown out, but (
pnnM not gpt nut the words, they made my
Iip iiouibie so, and then, while I was try
ing to, before I knew it, I fell fut asleep,
Wittttv Journal, gcbolrb to nlcrican Jntosis, filtrate, fmcitct, ano..,(!iberal $irfdlpf c.
with mamma's arm around mc."
And now little Daisy was beside the
brook, and stooping over it, with the wild
roses in her dimpled hands, and wondering
at the sweet face that smiled up with half
parted lips into hers. So while she linger-.
ed, a tall, noble figure came slowly, with
noiseless steps along the path, and leaned
j over the brook just behind her; and present-'
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come down there to the brook, and lead
her home .
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Then a gentle hand took both of hers,
and R low voice cldse t0 er ear, whispered,
('Little one, y.ou must not fear me, 1 ;
love the binis and the flowersand the bright j
jgqinmer morning, jutt as much as you can,
Look here face-ond vou wiU
me no longor."
uing, , throgh her long lashes still wet 1
,., ,. ,h. wIL.j .,i 1
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WW,-,, , ungear uraw.ng ner
head with its longr. punny curls close to his
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.arm, such words tit- she had never listened
'iti. hpl'm-p. pvhii iii hni ilip.ntnfi I
I And the widow I.ee united nt the rnt.
' tnge door, wit!, breakfast roolinff ..u the ra,
I ble, for her darling to come home, until the
sun climbed i full half hour high in the
j lir.uvent; then she rame fclowly ulonsr. with
! l-er ijitcher in her hai.d.and h.-r head bowed
Wlmt had en.,." oyer Dity Lee, go'ng
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""" "fcr't "enrien song on iiBrnps
retiiriiinir bilciitlw but villi e stain ire
smile, and a love light i.i her eye!" Sweet
-"the encertuin lot ..f voinra is upon
t,,ep! nd well nmy ti e widouet mother
look 011 thee anxiously, and pray Heaven
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to avert uH evil Crow thy pathway!
Dniby came in nd set down the pitcher;
he -UTW'-'d her head, end met her mother's
Pee'r"'"B in s moiuBius'ie was
(irnwn close 10 iiiai lenner neari, wnue
gentle J.pa bade tier tell u'l; why she loit
i ered so lonj; tiy the meadow brook, pnd
. iioiiuu vuiiie uio new, iruuu(Ku (igio., biii-
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eBt words that still lingered in her inmost
neart, una were 100 preciouj to ne trusted
to another, even to that dearest friend,
"He said he loved me, mother, just as he
'loved a bird or a flower, or sweet music,
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because! was so simple and artless, for 1
told him I was too ignorant and humble for
such as he tc think of. He said he loved
me, for 1 came straight into his heart, like
almott trembled at the thoughtof her greot
fir i.hilri mv 1 ittlR. nnlv lnmn." nihil.
down into the blushing, joyous face. "My
child, believe it not. He is above us both,
I doubt not, in this world's wealth. He
has proud, rich friends to whom he would
not take you as his wedded wife; he means
you no good; forget them Daisy all those
proud words they are false and hollow.
Yes, he may love you, as he said, like a
flower, and like that cast you away, when
he is tired of you and trample you in the
dust beneath his foot."
''No, no, mother, be means just what he
says, 1 am sure he does," sobbed Daisy, "he
could not throw me away when I love bim
so dearly I"
"Sillv child, you don't know," said her
mother, thinking nevertheless, he must be
a hard man, indeed, if he could help loving
such a dear child as Daisy. "How. can
you tell that he is true when yqi have seen
him only twicel"
"It is jqstss if I had always known him
many1 years ago, before I came into this
world, aha1 1 could not help loving hiss end
believing him, mother, against you. even,
or the whole world. He loves me, he loves
Ah, how sadly the gentle woman looked
down into the very depths of those violet
eyes, and read there the woman's laith that
hoped and endured and trusted all !
'Heaven keep thee from the evil in this
world, dear child !" she sighed, and then !
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wcul uui wu, puucm mm quiet, yei
with a cloud on he? spirit; while Daisy
walked about the house, softly, and out into
her flower garden with the great joy ot her:
, , 0 ' I
innocent young heart. j
The long siimmer afternoon of the day :
following this was drawing to a close when
Mrs. Lee, weary with many hours of close ,
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" of !
work to Mrs. Saxton, one of the wealthiest j
and proudest women in the village,
"Don't linger on the way to-night my j
child"8le Baid,. receiving Daisy's good
bye kiss. "I shall not feel quite at ease, '
until I have you safe at home again"
,lI will not stay, dear mother," Daisy '
lia(1 y 88 she returned er !
mission by the path that led by the brook
h flutter came over her heart, and she won,
dered if it could be wroiifHust ta run down
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a"u "0 '"BB wuior ivf OUB
minute, She had not been there all day,
,d she wondered ifhe ,lad been disappoint-'
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r . Wft9 ' himHP,f hJpTn. !
No ihere could be harm. The wr stem !
' clouds wero still Iringed wiih the golden
01 "eemngi.uii; 11 waa yeteuriy;
and so she reached the meadow brook.
wi,mvfl fl,rgeling how the minutes
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jjiuie ouei ah mat voice I IJais-v
'' ktari bul llie arm8 ol" the stranger were
arouml her' aud his l" were 011 iier fore-'
'li is late, fur you to be out alone,' he
said chillingly, 'I will not huve my little
Qaisy waiulei iiig Jown to this lonely spot
flPr .lio ctmil-.u,- full i,U. I :.k
i.t .w. ..... vuiaviifiia rut if unirr a Ulll rTllll
Why did you come?'
'Because 1 feel so happy looking d iwn
""0 the wa.er, said D;v simply,
'But you could not know lha: I should
, be near to lake care of you, and you ale
very young and fair.'
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I must go, indeed I must,' sa d Daisy
now thinking for the first time of hei
mother's parting wish. 'Won't you
please to li t me go? Mamma will be so
grieved, and I forgot '
'Does mamma know about me?' jinked
, comoanion. smiling at her embarrass.
j uM her I met you, sir, and he
1 ,tsk- ...-11 ...u..t A.ir
di wen, wut c, mun uiru sue
, said, you must tell me what she said, or
; hM kefp y0u, I don't know how long.'
She said I must try and forget what
you said to me, for you were a fine gen -
tleman, nnd did not mean anything only
to nrnuse yourself by seeing what a sim
ple little girl I was.' And a Daisy spoke
with difficulty, now she had finished, her
head sank on her breast and she sobbed
Percy Vernon was silent for one mo.
j meut only, he held the bowed figure more
i closely in his arms; then he held her
away m n,m. 8nu Daae ner 10 P
.'Listen to me, Daisy,' he said gravely.
Your mother knows more of the
! world than you; sho knows there is evil
it, of which you have never dreamed
Heaven keep the knowledge of it as far
from you, always as it is now! but she
wrongs me. ' Do you love me, Daisy,
better than the whole world beside? Tell
me if you do. Say, 'Percy I love you.'
Daisy trembled in his arms, but she
whispered the words. 1
Then hear me. You shall be my
own wife. I am many years older, than
you, but I will make you happy. I will
take you to a home that will. dazzle you
at first, and to friends who will love you,
when they know you, though they are
proud and cold. You trust me, do you
not? And now I have promised solemnly
down by this rippling brook, to love you
always as now, and to make you my dear,
and honored wife; and we will go togetb,
er up to your cottage home, that I may
promise the same in the presence of your
mother, so she may trust me as you do.'
It was indeed a splendid dwelling-
Daisy Vernon's new hopie; with spacious
'0f'y aPrlmenl8' f,lled Wlth Wa
and statuarv and mirrors that reached
fromthe -floor to the ceiling. It seemed j
like an enchanted palace to the young j
bride, as she waiulered from roorn to room '
with her hands fast clasped on her hits-
Ahd this is vour own little nest, tirdvi' 1
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he said to her as they entered a smaller
anai.ment than the others 'Here vou '
P , me otnert, Here you .
msl let me coine' and no one else' and j
here ou musl 8lU(,V' See ,hese
book. I have selected for you myself un- j
1 you become a very wise little child)
w'fe ,0 ln's grave Percy, whom, men call i
learned, but who only wants to be called ,
'dearest friend' by you.'
'Ah, it frightens me,' whispered Daisy, !
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cull" 1111" VIW-CF 'U llllll. Hllilll I1CVFI
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know what to do, I am so very ignorant
unless you will take care of me and show
m ,,0W; a"1' whcn 1 make mi8,alieS yU
will be ashamed of me, and grow tired
of me, and by and by wish you had nev-
ft married poor little Daisy Lee ! Oh,
'"at would kill me, indeed it would !'
' Percy put his finger Over her quivering
'The violet would have no reason
j wither and die,' and as Daisy spoke, she :
shuddered, even while her husband drew :
her face up tn his, and kissed her, as if to
assure her that she should never die from !
wanl of tenderness and care
Percy Vernon belonged to one of those '.
old families that lay claim to noble blood ,
and trace back their genealogies to the
coronelod heads of 'memo England,'
and he himself was not quite free from
this pride of birth. It was with no Itth
anxiety therefore, that he anticipated
Daisy's first meeting with his proud:
mother and isiers. True he had over-'
looked her humble rank in life, her pov--
I eny, and even the fact that her mother.
had supported herself by her needle; ho j
saw only the artless, beautiful child, who;
won his whole heart with the first timid
glance of her ,!lue eyes; and he made
her his wife with, a noble disregard of the
opinion of the world into which ho would
He knew her to be gentle, and pure as
the softest petal of the white lily, and free
ironi even tue inougui 01 evil, anu inai
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; was enough.
j Then, too, when she, a very child in
j years and innocence, trembled and blush-1
! ed in his presence: when her eyes told I
with artless simplicity, even before he
sought her love, that she had given it to
him; there had come over his soul the
' flash of an old memory the memory of
: a boyish passion, where the beloved one
was a. proud, fair girl who had suffered
1 him to love her. and then trifled with his
! affection. The memory of her careless
: mckery galled him vet; but not now, as
: then, did he vow never to beheve again
in a woman's truth. Ah, there was no
doubting the truth of Daisy's love, whun
her clear deep . eyes met his and she
whispered as he bade her, 'Percp, I love
youl' So for that as well as for hei
beauty and goodness, he gave her the
tenderest affection of his mature years.
Still, he knew well that his friends
would receive his bride with a haughty
coldness which would distress and wound
her sensitive nature; and that was why
he oame in to the dressing room to lead her
do'vn into the great saloon whore she
was to meet them for them for the first
lime, prepared to examine and criticise
her dress as he would a stranger's; and
with an anxious expression of counten
ance, that showed him to be still alive to
the remarks of his high bred and aristo
cratic friends and tcquintances.
Daisy had dismissed her maid end
while listening for his Hep in the hall, she
ftood before the pirro? xamining heT
dress with girlish delight.
Do you like me so, sir1,' she inquired,
turning eageily towards her husband, and
looking u,p in his face,
Percy made no answer at fast. Two
short months before, w ten Daisy stood
in the parlor of her cottage home, on
their wedding night, in hei simple white
muslin gown he thought her the fairest
flower 'that e'er the sun shone on;' but
now he could compare her only to an an
gel, as she stood before him in her light
airy robes that fell in light folds to her
delicate feet; her cloudless eyes half
veiled hy their long lashes; hei long sun
ny hair waving over her white shoulders,
her fair cheek just tinted with a rose
flush; lips half parted with a bright
smile; and her round dimpled arms
stretched involuntarily towards him.
'I thought I looked pretty, dear Percy,'
she said doubtfully, coming and leaning
her sunny head on his arm, 'but I am
afraid you are not satisfied I should not
have dressed so much only you told me I ;
must; such things seem very strange. I
wonder what mamma would say dear
mammal to see me now !'
'I will not tell you just what I think,
lest I should turn your little head,' said
Percy, stooping down, and kissing her
soft hair; then drawing her arm through
his, he led her down the broad stairway,
and into the drawing room.
Daisy trembled when her guests arri
ved, but her husband was so near her,
that she foil the protection sufficient to
keep her front embarrassing mistake,
and so passed through the trying ordeal
quite to his satisfaction, until his eldest
sister, Miss Isabella Vernon, remarked to
her mother in a loud whispeij
'She will do very well, but she's no
style; and why, for goodness sake, does
not Percy tell her to put on her gloves?'
To which Mrs. Vernon replied after
leisurely surveying poor Daisy through
'She looks well enough but she is too '
simple. I am surprised at Percy's j
choice. His wife is not an Agnes Nor-;
wood.' Daisy and her husband both '
overheard these remarks. He looked
annoyed, but pressed the white ungloved 1
hand that tiembled on his arm like a snow
flake, very tenderly; while she, less cut '
by the words than by the thought of her J
own unfitness lor Percy, wandered who'
Agnes Norwood could be,
Days and weeks passed on, and the
happiest liouts the little bride knew, were
passed in her own study; when Percy,
seated in the great crimson velvet easy
chair beside her own tiny one, patiently
listened while she repeated the lessons!
she had so carefully learned; or when he j
read to her ftom the books he loved.
Sometimes, indeed, her poor young head
grew almost tired in its endeavor to grasp
the ideas, which seemed so easy and un
derstandable to Percy that he never
thought to explain them to her; and then
she listened to the musical flow of his
fine voice, 01 watched the varying ex
pression of his features. In the gay and
fashionable circle in which she now moved
Daisy never felt quite at home. To be
sure she easily learned to conduct herself
with propriety and grace, but unless her
husband was with her, she was still shy
and timid with sti angers.
One night about six months after her
marriage she had slipped noiselessly from
the great drawing-rooms of Mrs. Vernon's
dwelling, that the noisy voices and gay
laughter might not sound so loud and had
entered the conservatory alone. The
flowers were very beautiful and rare;
most of them exotics; but as ' she wan
dered up into a distant corner, her eye
fell on a bunch of sweet scented violets,
Oh, they were so like home ! She drew
nearer, ana leanea over ttiem. uite or
two were still fresh, but the most of
them had drooped and withered. Daisy
shuddered, for her husband's words spo
ken so short a time since flashed across
her memory; and although she knew he
loved her, she had begun to fear she
should never be able to make him happy.
She stood, half bid by a stately japonica,
when the beard her husband' sjvoice, and
he entered the conservatory, with a tall
magnificent looking woman on hia arm.
Nofihis Bot Jikt you, Miss Nor
wood,' were the words Daisy heard him
utier. And then in a clear, low tone, the
lady answered, while her head was bent
low over a delicate tea rose bush in full
blossom, 'I had not thought Percy Vernon
would so soon forget the vows of his
'I have not forgotten them, yet
Yet you married that little thing, 'inter
rupted Agnes Norwood, impetuously.
You married a mere child. What can
she know of4 your inner and higher self?
What can she be to you more than a mere
toy to wile away your leisure lime with?
What is she but a pretty baby7'
You forget yourself, Miss Norwood
you forget of whom you are speaking,'
said Percy gravely.
'I remember much I would fain forget,'
she said and her voice trembled. 'I re
member a warm summer evening by the
sea shore, when the moonbeams fell on
the calm waves, and the heavens were
filled with stars. Have yon forgotten it,
Mr. Vernon Percy?'
'Forgotten ! Agnes Norwood why do
you speak to me thus. I must leave you,
or I may say that you would not like to
hear. Let us bo as strangers from this
night,1 and as he spoke, Percy let go her
arm and turned away.
You can never forget me, Percy, nev
er !' and the proud woman raised her re
gal head, until her large black eyes flash
ed full on his (ace. 'Go back to that lit
tle doll, whom you call wife, and the
memory of your firsi love, and your bro
ken vows shall ever come between j ou
I never broke a vow !' exolaimed Per
cy, indignantly. 'You you to 8?y those
words!' and he flung himself from the
light touch of her jewelled hands, and
hastily left the conservatory,
Poor Daisy stood perfectly still, in the
shadows of the japonioa, hearing every
word, yet without the power to speak or
more. It seemed to hei that her heart
had ceased to beat, and her 'face and head
were almost burning. With strained and
eager eyes, she watched the elegant wo
man after her husband left her alone.
She saw her raise her while hand blazing
with jewels 10 her brow, as if to still the
throbbing at her temples ; she saw her
crush a spray of roses beneath her slen
der foot; and then she saw her smooth
the dark folds of her hair, and bring a
smile to her lips, as bright and fresh as
the morning. OhJ how could ehe do it
just as if there was no giief ct her heart,
thought Daisy id her simplicity; then,
with her dark, magnificent face covered
with smiles, Agnes Norwood turned, and
left poor Daisy alone with the , flowers ;
and her almost broken heart. . -
How long didshe.elay there? It might
have been a few short minutes, it might
have been long, weary hours, for aught
the child knew to the contrary. At last
her husband's feet fell on the marble floor;
he stood in the door, and glanced hastily
around, as if seeking for her, and Daisy
came from her hiding-place to meet him.
Ah, I almost feared I had lost you, lit
tle wife,' said Percy. 'Do you know it
is lime we were at home. The carriage
is at the door. Let me go and help you
on with your cloak for I am tired of all
'So am I,' replied Daisy, Wearily. 'I
want to go home home to dear mamma;
I am so tick. My head aches.'
Percy looked down anxiously at her
flushed brow and cheek, hut ' attributing
her headache to the crowded Tooms and
the heat, he hurried along to the drawing
room and bade her hasten.
'I will wait down here long enough to
read these letters,!' he said to her, when
they had reached home, 'and then I will
come up to your little study, and you shall
sit in my big chair, while I bathe your
poor head.' So Daisy went slowly up
stairs, with the heavy weight at her heart,
and a dull pain in her temples.
Percy followed her half an hour later,
He entered the study, but no Daisy was
there o meet him. In a moment, howev
er, he heard her step on the stair, and she
oame slowlv into the room. She had ta-
ken off her ball dress and stood still be
fore him, her hair hanging in long loose
waves to her waist ; and dressed as he
saw bet first, in her shod spencer and
skirt j her white bare feet almost buried
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in the soft carpet. .-. ;!(
. 'Why, Daisy !' he exclaimed Wbat
is this for! You are very sick, poor
child,' he added, quickly alarmed at the
peculiar brightness in her eyes, as he
drew near her. Daisy eluded him, and,
fixing her gaze steadily upon him, she
said 5 - I
'Will you please let me go home (0
m&mma, Mr- Vernon ? I do not want to,
slay in this hat-house any longer Eve-
rything burns nie, and I want to go back,
to the medow brook, and t.10 willow trees, -May
I go V .,-.-
Perhaps so, we will go together, some,
time Daisy, but you must l;e down now,
and be quiet,' said her husband, much a
larmed. , ,
'You could not love me mamma said
you never would a great while,' said DaU
sy, in toe same monotonous 'one, 'But
you did not tell me about Miss Norwood;
I did not know you loved her. Now I
will go home, and you ii'ry forget me and
m?rry Mis Norwood, and kill the little
violets, and slop the meadow brook from.
singing, sue' . .
But here Daisy's voice ceased, and she
fell heavily into Pe.cy's arms. , . , -
Long weeks of suffering followed, in
wh'c'i she lay helpless on her couch,
while her husband, forgetting everything
save that the light of his life was perhaps
going out forever, hung over her in des
pair. The pale widowed mother came
loafrom her far off cottage home, and
went about the room with quiet steps and,
tearful eyes, for all thought that Daisy
was dying. But tender care and watch-,
ing were not without effect, aud at length
tho stiicken child opened her eyes and
spoke feebly it ia true, hut calmly
Mamma are you here and Percw.V ,
They were at her side ere the words ,
were uttered, and lent over her. with
"You must not talk, dear little wife,"
said Percy, laying his finger on her white .
'Do you love me, Percy V she persist
ed iu saying. ;.y
'Better than my life best of anything .
in the wide world,' Percy replied fervent
ly ; and then the cycR's dropped, until
their long fringes rested on the pale
cheeks, and Daisy slept,
When she was quite well and only
needed strength, her mother and husband
look her back to her old home ; end there
down by the meadow brook, he told her
the siory of his boyish passion for Agnes
Norwood ; and afterwards by the silver
light of the crescent moon, renewed the
vows that were so dear To her, and of
whose sincerity she wondered she could
have for one moment doub'cd: fortltyi
Appetite and Drink&titb. A lady
making inquiries of a hoy aho pt his father
an intemperate man who hed been lick
for some time, asked whether he had re
gained his appetite. 'No, ma'am,' says
the boy. 'not exactly, his appetite is very
poor, bul his drinkatite is as good as '
ever.' -. ..
Gcn. Lee and Dk. Cuttinq. Johq
B. Cutting was atttrgeon iu the Army of.
the Revolution, and coming to Philadel
phia, lodged in a house where Gen, Lee
was then boarding; the Doctor was a good
looking man and not indifferent to drese'
The General suddenly enteringthe sitting
room, found the Doctor before the glass,
carefully adjusting his cravat, .
'Cutting,' says Lee,' you must be the
happiest man in creation.'
The former turned round, with a smile ,
ol self-complacency 'And why, Gener
al?' says hp,
Why!' replied Lee, 'because you are" '
in love with yourself, and have not a rival
Truly this was a cutting remark,
ATnui Mother. -A writer beautifully
remarks that it man's mother is the repre
sentative of his Maker. Misfortune and
crime set no . bairiers Jbelween her '
and her son, While his mother lives, a
man has one friend on earth who will not
desert him when he is needy. Ilcr amo
tion flows from a pure fountain, ami ccair4
Uuly in uic veciui of tttaunjr