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w I |0urMl rtXJMTINODOir l^mmrmi. NASH & WHITTAKER, "EXCELSIOR." Edlton aud Proprietori. OLD SERIES, VOL. 28. HUNTINGDON, PA., WEDNESDAY, JUNE 20, 1860. NEW SERIES, VOL. 1, NO. 28. TERMS: laughed Elsie. "Bo quiot, Paul Blair, and she sufTcrs, so I loved KIsio Russel, fori ''Why don't you lau(;h, Hiiinh ?" Per annnm in advance, $1,50 I listen to tho story, as you valuo my appro- whoso swoet sake I bad lost tho greatest "What at, young Massa," asked tho Wo- " " if not paid in advanoe, 3,00 I batiiyi. Tho knight is about to deliver I blessing man possesses ; and from that tuo-' man. ?t!i*'"'^ disoonUnued until aU arrearages i ^\,g enchanted Lody from hcr thraldom, j menl sho had repaid my sacrifice by cnro ' ¦ "At mc—ot a blind mnn ''i> lovo !" * ""' Attontion?" and kindness tho most devoted. The only "Oh, Miissa Paul, whnl ails yer?" sob- Ere sho could resume hcr honk, however, I pleosuro of my lifo had been'in her prcs-, bed Dinah, "whal hns happened yer?" — „-_ ^ - - -_ a loud peal of thc bell announced tho faot J onoe. Since th'o hour I know the sun would "Hush!" I whispered. "You Imvo liulh, Jlr. Ulnir," ha aaid, "only ynnr and (lod who gnve her to mo. 1 ¦ "^ ' .. _ . . . .1 . . , , , ' . J J ,. ¦ r l..ie - If I J:.I . I ..„.. J.-J . nr an paid. A failure to notify a discontinuance at the •xpiration of the term subscribed for will be eanaidered a nMi engagement. Term* of Advertlslnir: 1 ins. 2 ins. •i thus fnr recovered," I answered. "I fear I ing but conipaasioti. For that sirongth 1 havo proven n vory troublesome and very which mndo nio strive to bring my rival ungrateful patient, .\occpl my thanks I buck to health and hnppinca.*, whioh put and apologies ; they nro all the amends thot I it in tfiy heart to pray fur your restoration renmin for mo lo mnko." ' to sight, us though it had been my own, I Hc laughed frankly. "To toll you tho thank the inothct who taught rae tojimy, - .. -i . _ . . . . .,^^l^ gii^jj.^ Bix lines or less, 1 square, 12 Unea, S 1 square. 2 " « •' 4 " i " 1 eolnmn t mo. $3 00 6 00 7 50 9 00 16 00 26 00 60 76 3 ins. 50 ' 103 1 00 1 60 1 60 2 25 6 mo. $5 00 8 00 • 10 00 14 00 40 00 40 00 thot the steps of which we had been spoak- | nover riso again to mo, hor little hand had heard the step eoinini<, nighl nnd dny ing, and lo which I hnd been listening all : led mo tenderly and cheerfully as though that has killcd mc; but do not toll hcr, thc while, had ascended thc porch ; nnd : it had been a sister's. for ho will bc hcr husband then, and flic 2"()o ' in another momenlKlsio read from a oard, | "And now—now," I murmured nloud, would grieve. 8 00 which tho servant hnnded to hor, tho name : as I felt for tho scorched relic oftho bench "Tcll hor how I loved hor, though, nnd 12 mo. ' and titlo of Doctor Claymore. ' —"now a stranger's step must como bc- how I would havo cared for hcr, if I had $8 00, "Whom I met at tho Irvings', Inst week, tween usl" Tho sound of my owu voice, , been like other men. She will not Inugh 15 00 ' ^—^ believe I mentioned him," said Kl.sio, ihu cool air, tho quiet, brought back my i llion, for I shnll ho under tho sod, and wo 23 00 I in a somewhat confused explnnnlion.— reason. I weighed my own notions in the never hiugh at the doud I Hark I tho step littlo agitation r 30 00 "Show the gentleman in, Dinah." > balance of my conscience. "Paul Ulair 1" is coming I" | "^I boliovo I am," I replied fever ond delirium saves you from half a | if I did not know you had n noblo lieart, dozen challenges nnd as many duels. You ' I would never toll you this; but knowing appeared to huvo considcrablo aniiuoaily ^ that I would make you ycl bappi«r by towards mc, for some unexplained reason." ! giving you tho knowledge that my stop I felt myself color as hc spoko, but could ' can never coino between you, savo to your make no answer. Ho went on : , oors—that you havo not lo win a heart, "I did not come to spcnk of this," he but only lo claim it. (iood-bye ! Ood snid. "Are yon strong enough to bear a bless you ! Uo hotue to Elsio and make hor joyful." I listened to his step ns it faded away in 60 00 "Tho strango step fell upon my eor onco said I to myself, "you hnvo nol dared to Pirmly il camo along tbo path; andns Tho doctor arose, nnd leaning ovor nio the dislanoe, and could hove wopt—how Professional and Businen Cards not exceed- more. Across tho hall, up the staira to tho liopc that "the young yenrs of ono so fair ,I stretohing out my arms, loouiodtospring pressed bis finjjcrs upon my eyelids very good and grcnt ho was. ingdx Unes, one year, roeBi.oi.i,ABs. parlor door it came: thonee, smothered as Klaio Russel would bo wosted for your'from a black prooipico into a gulf of deep-' softly. "Pardon tne," ho said, "you must ¦ ,,At homo thoy koow nothingof what had (9* All bills for advertising due after tbe {._ »u_ —i...,. .„f._ -r .i.- . :_.- . i.. .i... . u ^ . ._. e i.-,.i/_i —i:... i :.!.. I i - . '. . -^ . firat insertion. ~^l THE CHICAOO COirVElfTIOir. Tbey oome, tbey oomo, a gallant boat— Tbe ohosen guard of Freedom'a van— From city, plain and sea-girt coast To choose and orown the coming man. A nation beats ber morning drum. And bids hcr sons to ber bcbeata ; From North, from South, from Bast they oome To clasp thc hand of golden West. Tbe Empire State, proud leadb tbo van. And throws hcr Seward's banner forth— Tbe champion of tbe rights of man— The lion of awakened North. Who long has fought, in Slavery's tower, Tbe mental bnttles of Uie free— Whose eaglo eye foresees tbe hour. And tells the conflict ycl to bc— Tbo conflict which must ever rage Where sib and wrong opposes right— Tbe conflict which a dawning age Proclaims o'er error's waning nigbt, Tbe old Ilay Stale is echoing still With plaudits from her freeborn ranks, "While Lexington aud Bunker Hill i ¦ - t l ", i. • - • - i , , i ' . i • ¦ • , Sbout forth the conquering name of Banks, last I hoard their voices rocndo to tho cool ovor ; bul somehow, whenever she wns and read to mc, ns in the old limes, unlil i ligiously believed Now songs sweep o'er Missouri's breast Wbere dayspring freedom fills tbe nir. And from tbat gateway of tbe West We bail tbe clarion voice of Blair. Brightly from our northern granite bills Tbe fires of freedom ligbt each dale— Those waving pines nnd murmuring rills Blend witb the freedom tongue of Hale. Tbe Key-Stone Slato round Ciijperon's brow Wreaths ber proud Union banner there; Her voice, the pledge of victory now. Swells into one triumphal air. From the fnr Soutb breaks a new sound; Kentucky lewis the onward way. And from hcr dark and bloody ground. She abouta the name of Cassius Clay. From all the free Stntea of our land. Amid the shouts ot Uniou lise. Too long bas waved tlio dastard hnnd. Of traitors 'neath moro Squtl^iru skies. Tha^freedom which ot * " Tbeir sons will ever Our Empire 'neath the Shall not be cursed " There we will plant our Northern pine. Beside tbe Soutbern ootton tree. And wave o'er Slavery's hateful shrine, Tbe banner of a Nation KHEE. happened. As Iho carriage drove up ot i tho gato, I looked out and saw a light form , bo KIsio's tripping down wailod lill I think you mny; I am almost certain sho said, taking my hand iu hers, of it," inlerruptcd tho doctor rnpidly— "Then you aro alouo Klaio?" 1 said. "Whilo you woro ill I examined your oyos i "Yos, Paul." carefully. My dear boy, I think I may "I will go if you will lend me, KIsie?" proiuiae you that you shall sec ngnin, and ! Sho nnswered mc by drawing hcr hand —well, never miud ; tho rest will follow of through my arm and walking on. Wo sat itself" j down together in tho littlo parlor, and I What that last inexplicable sentence j ventured to steal a glance at her. Sho had meant 1 did not doro to think ; thij prom- altered very little since hcr childhood.— i.so of the lirst wns too glorious to re'nlizo ' Her solemn eyes and golden hair wcro just by tho velvet softness of tho carpet, into sake; thot no strango ew would spy "out est, profoundest darkness, whoro hearing j havo boon blind a loug timo 't" the room itself, and thero paused, very thc jewel which you, blind and helpless and motion were buried iu oblivion, I hoard | "Ten wcnry yenrs," I answered. liear lun. I ucard thst sissc cf sl! the Cth i as you are, eo'jid novf bop" 'o '•laim; . hor calling out; | "And hnvo you never thought of rognin- that I know must b' er sounds ; words of wel aomo and inlro-' that that lovo which comes aoonor or Inter "Oh! Massa Doctor! Mnssa Doctor! I ing your sight r—hovc you iibvo: i'mped to ibe path. I steppe duction which aooompanied it. Only when ' to every woman's soul, would nover oomo , hero's young Massa Paul gono dead all | do so ?" ho a.skod, in a gentle tone, still sho came up. As sho drew oloso tomo all was quiet again, and'all wcro seated, ; to her's? Paul Blnir, you havo not along o'you as I knowed he would !" 1 keeping close besido mo. ] 1 shut my eyes. could I bring myself to listen to the voioe dared to think thus? And oven na I bowed Tbo first of my after mcmorich that is "Thougbl of it! ofton, often ! hoped for ' "Dear Pnul, you are nl boino ogain.— of its owner, and try to discover, in my ;'in shamo nt the conviction of my own reolity, is the sound of that very footstep il,,novcr ! ll is a blessing denied to mo Y'our mother has gone down to the villagu way, what he wns like. A handsomo, gen- ! heart, I almost prayed, "Nol yel—not yel; ' which I so hulod. Il was vory soft now forever. I shall novor see ognin." : to moot you—you must hove passed hor," tlciuanly man, with that^ccultar dashing let hcr be ours a littlo longer !"—and I and il cnmc and weul constantly, unwcari- frankness of nianner whioh caplivites nll laid down upon tho rudo bench nnd wept odly. Wilh il there camecooling droughts women and men, anda voice clcnr and as I had nol wept for years, for fronf tho soothing chnngo of heated pillows, refreah- firm enough to matoh his stop—this wos inmost core of my sad henrt I worshipped ing moistenings of parched lip and brow, what I made of him. That ho was poss- j Elsie Russel. ' and tenderness equal lo any I havo ever cs.icd of intellect and refinement, nnd that A low, trembling voico aroused me. known ; but I hnted it, and drove it away ho could, at least, express exoellent senti-I "Paul I" il snid, "dear Paul, why do you slill. I knew my mother wns there, nnd nients, was evident from his conversation. ' stay in this snd place nlone? Come in, we KIsio ; but thnl slop destroyed my plcnsuro The roan of all others to charm Elsio Rus- ' miss you, my son." < in their presence. Nut unlil I Iny so weak sel, I thought, and following this camo a I It wns my mothor. I wiped away uiy thnl an infant cnuld liavo prevented moj ,., ^ long train of othor thoughhi, wrong and ' tears, laid my hand within her arm, and from mnking tho slightcel move, bul nev- at onco. Wo talked il over eolmly, how-1 tho same. She was looking nt mo sadly, selfish boyond measure. I knew thcm lo thus wonl book inlo tho house. I had ertheless safe on tho road to health again, ¦ ever, and il wns arranged that I wns lo j I arose, and orossing to tho sofa, sat down be so, and yet 1 could not drivo ihein off. i nertcd myself to boor tho sound of tho did thot slop censo to haunt nic. But that | keep tho whole a secret, and lo acoompa- : besido hcr. "KIsie Russel," I said, "T My hood ached and burned intolerably bc-i strange footstep before I reaclu'd the par- hour canio ut last, and for thrco woeks 1 j ny him to the city, when I wns ttrong i have something I wish to say to you ; no neath their weight, and I lingered for my lor. I was right when I ihougbt it would novor beard it.i echo; and Klsio novor left [ enough, ijiat ho niiglit Iiuvn il in his puw-, fiUor opportunity can come than this.— opportunity to slip out unpereeived. At ! come beiween us. KIsie was'as kind ns nic. As I grew stronger she sat beside mo cr to perform an operation in which ho ro- j Will yon lislon lo, and answer mc?" " ... . . j,^^ ^^^^ ^^^^ J j,||y|j i<Hnri'ly, Poul," sbo siiiil, "why nol?" f my her's sl d- members of our family, as tho "burnt sum- it was all over for tbo dny. By und by, I hold duties for very iileasuro. Tlicre was | hud grown very calm. Ifl had ever had eu she wns weeping on my bosom, merbouse." i almost grow lo hnto it. ; no ono in the room bul Klsio Ru.sscll and ! any hope thnt Kl.sio eould have beon my ; ".\nd you remember thnt 1 am blind, I will tell you a story of thai burnt aum- | One evening when sho had gono to walk myaelf My heart was voryjoft nnd warm I own, il wnuld havo been harder; bul I had , Elsie ; that you must lead mu nbout and nicr-house. It was a momentous ono lo withjilm, as she often did^of lal'-, my moth-! that day, I longed lo think them for all | nlwnys fell thnt I must some dny loso hor, | oaro for ino ns I would for you ; that lho mc, at least. • cr, pausing in u eheerfnl click of hor knit- thoir care and kindness—even tho roincni- i nnd non, al lou.sl, I knew tbal the ono she world will call this a saorificc, ond blaiuo El.«ie Russel wns an orphan. In our ting noodles, said pleasantly : | broncos of the step I haled was no longer I had oboaen was worihy of hcr. I believed a blind man (pr winning such a tronsurc richer and happier days, my mother had "I shouldn't wonder, my doar, if Dr. terriblo to me. Something of my first j that when I heard that step on tho morn-; You remember all this, dnrling, nnd will adopted her. I was many years older than Claymore scrioui'ly admired our KIsie. I. thoughts I tried lo say but Klsio placed : ing of my journey, I listened to it ns tho not rcpenl—you are sure of that ?" the child, and sho had been my pel and hopo il is so, for he' is a fino man—is bo "her hand upon my arm as I spoke. ; step of KIsiu's betrothed husband, with- , "Paul, your misfortune tiiakesyojj doub- plaything irom the first bour of ber arrival, not, Paul ?" "Paul," she said, T have not spoken of j out any thought of my helpless self, and ly dear to me," abo said ; "donot speak 1 was not blind then, and many a long; I answered in lho affirmative, and sbo it ycl, but you owo your lifo, so far na a i thanked God thai it was so firm and light of it again. You knuw thnt il is no sac- holiday I .¦spent in oniusing and caressing went on : j mon is concerned, to Dootor Claymore.— | —so fit a step tu walk be.sido hor through rifice to lovo and bc loved—it is thebigh- thc shy littlo beauty, to whom kindness "I was afraid that living heroin this Wo eould have,done nothing. He did cv- tho toilsonio maroh of life. I csl happiness man can know—ihogroateiit had been an unknown thing until sbo lonely house, Klsio would lead a dull life ' erything. Ho never left.you foro moment, i A monlb boil passed; Twns in town earthly 4'leK"i''(f" came among us. With my own hands I as sho grew older. It is not as though you Paul, until you wcrc out of dnnger. Wo ! still, but was going bomo on the morrow. | "But, Kl.sie, if I could soc, you would had planted vinea around the bare walls ' could pay her those littlo attentions girls , can nover forget ony of us his kindness I When I wonl I lihould aeo tho old houso , lovo mc still—you would bo glad, Klsio?" of an ancient suuimerhou.sc in the garden, aro so fond of, you know, nnd really Dr. and devotion : bul for that wc must hovo j —my mother's fueo; I should look, atlast, ' "O, I'oul! if that could bo! poor, dat- nnd fitted it up with cushioned scats and i Claymore is quite What is tho | lost you." | in Klsio Uussel's oycs, and thank her for ; ling Paul 1" tiny tables for hor express delight; and matter Paul ?" j "It would have been a loss lo deplore," ' hcr kindness to the blind man, whonbiiosl ' "(Mmo to tho window and look at mo here, on hot, midsummer days, she loved What pnin lho best people will givo un- I snid, wilh something of lho old bilterneaa. 1 Roumed liko somo ono,clae, so different did Klsio," 1 said. "liOok into my eyes, dar- to read and sew, and soinclimcH would fall intcntiously. It wns a pang at my heart, "Would yon havo grieved much, KIsie ?" ! lifo appenr to me, now that aighl was ro- j ling ; what do you read there?" n.alecp niuong tho cushions, curtained by nol in my head, nlthougn I told my moth- j "Paul! Paul!" said sho reproachfully, slored. "And, for oil this, I must thank Sho gozcd, trembled, gazed agoiu, and the floaling vino branches. cr that il was, whioh made mo start nnd ; with hcr lilllo hand upon my arm ngnin ; | you. Doctor Claymore," I snid, grasping reading tbero tho truth, clasped hcr bands Ono afternoon I had left hor thus, and abruptly close her speech. Only for the "O, Paul!" ; his hand and looking thankfully into bis together and fainted in my arnra. gone to fish by the water side, my mother present, however, I wos doomed to honrof: ".\nd why should you ?" I continued, hnndsomo face; "but for you I should | Oh ! how bappy we wore Ihal night, iu X iieaiu it uvst. V.'c rcre sitting avo'jn't being "wny upon a visit. There wa.s no Dr. Clovmoro's attentions ond KIsio's beau- " " the fire, one cold clear autumn evening— ono in the houso but a ttupid block ser- : ty, and tho liltlo signs hy which my inolb Elsie Russel, my mother und 1. Klaie wos vant ; and partly that sho might nol bo , or augured that thc happy climax was reading aloud to us from a quaint old book, disturbed, I locked the door of tho sum- ' proaching, until I could have prayed tobo ] lifo to guard nnd cherish instead I Why | stead of tho burden I hnvo been so lone." I glaij hour when I claimed her for my full of dwarfs oud giants, euchauicd ladies, : merbouse, and placed tho key in ray deaf as well as blind. should you grieve for it, Elsie? You would j "And, Paul Blair, you oan tell Klsio ^ m tho llltlo church noor by nnd tho step and valiant knights ; and everv now aud ; pocket boforo I started. I had nol idled ; All this wos weoring out my soul and ' not long." | Russol that you'lovo her," said the young ; (hat I had haled had brought It all. then, as sho paused to turn a leaf urmako away half an bour, whon casting my eyes body; and my brain seemed to bo on firo. i "Poul, Paul, you bronlt my heart! It is ; doctor, quietly. i . <„ . some merry comment, tho murmur of tho in the direction of hor house, I saw a faint I could not tbink collectedly, yet 1 g:ow ; I who am tho cause, tho innoeonl cause I I started, and looked at bim in aston- ggy Think Houae in Orhkr Alaa' wind among the branchea of lho old clius blue wreath of smoko curling up into the only moro silent and sad; although my , of your blindness. It is I who havo mado ishment. f„r him wb,', it,,,.. ,>l,l n,;il,„.,'i ..rn.in.^ J .U. U ,n l-nintin t „ „:. A . I _,. . ..1, „ J I . I. Ann.n.nn.l _. _ . I . 1 . . S -. .. !- ¦''' ' .Vl J liri._ J,J L ' , . . S ...ttlt. !1 ,,T1 ^ _ ^ | lOr H 1 IH W UO gl U WS UIU Wl t UOU t grO WlUg ur fiitlui'S won, ¦ daro mnintain, 0 scttild| sun, wilb flfvery'scl THE STEP UPON THE PATH. aronnd the house eame faintly lo our cura, air. As I watched it, il grcw denser, and mother saw that soinothing wns amiss, sho you so wrolchod. Why did you snatch ¦nd made the inner oomforl more inlenso. I fell assured thatit oamo from some never gneascd the truth. Her greatest mo. from tho flames „,„-„,,, I undersland," he said, "I know what ^j^^, a„d ,o whom lho ftituro world does -,,.,,.. 11 tx. I ¦ I-IV rr ,r -.1 , - , ,. ',,-,,. u • ^""J, ''y«i"",i''r"•''^•'^''J:l"?''\°•¦'''"'''"'^.'""'¦''«»'»«'»pe''''«^ I oould nol soo tho cheerful room, or lho , burning building. Trembling wilh appro- pleasure was lo tiinke mo lie upon tho sofa : would not hnvo been as tcrriblo as this." | freo, Paul Bloir, and it loves you." i ^j i,„ ^^^g prcienl The l.,oid deals so gra- shining ofthe firelight, or the bright young ' hcnsion, I flung away my rod, and modo wilh a pillow underuoalh my head and talk | Sho spoke with a suppressed agony in r Still J slood motionless and wandering. g;,m'] „;,|,,',|, im),^ j^^.jl^^ „f Uf^ ||,j,j face of Elsie Russol, ormy molhei's smooth, | with all the speed I could muster toward to me about KIsie and Dr. Claymore. Sho , her voico which I hod novor belore hoard "You wero right," ho eontinucd, "Idid jt ;, ^ ^i,„„|p to turn a deaf car to th'o Ics- whito forehead, and clear thoughtful eyes, ' tbe spot, dreading I sca/coly knew .what, said ahe "saw it did mo good," from any human boing, und I involunlari- lovo Klsio Rusael; as a brother I lovo hor p„„g which ho gives Tho eye beoomes •Ithough I oouldTcmcmbcr thom well, oh ! I How it evcf happened, no one know; Onc dnv I awoke with a strange giddi- ly elrelched out my urms and wound ihoui still; bul you, Paul Bluir, I liuvs read your j|„, the oar dull lho tonguo falters tbo tow well, of old. I might never hope to but ero I reached tbo garden, tho truth nesa nnd fover upon me. It was lalo, and j aboul her waist. heart from tho lirat—1 know all that yim fp^^'j^np^ ^|| ,j,„ jp^^j, ^^Cyj^, ,p j„',l,^i^ gate oa any of those things again ! Y'ct, I, was too evident; tho sHmmor-houso was tbe first news I hoard was that Elsio had j "Korgivo mc, moro than sister," I I hove borne, for something of its "orVow I qDj^^ and'from overy side resounds tho was bappy wilh that clear voice falling on ' in flames, and KIsie was fastened wilhin gono to rido with Dr. Olaytnore. I »i,.n.i„.i, .i:» ;. ,.„.ii, „ii.-. c,„i ..„»„ i....„.f.,i „»ip \ui,.„ i «..« ».. I .. ' ¦' . my ears, and that tiny bond resting on lho \ the burning wnlls. I sought in my pocket "And I shouldn't wondermy dear, table, so close that I oould touch it with | for the koy vainly. I had lost it. Oh, | wns going to propose to her. Ho I Diy hand, as I did, now and then, by acci-1 Heaven 1 wbat a foeling of despair camo rathor agitated, and cortainly had ouiu»- j nu.» .¦. i.;u.,vy j^u. u.,/....., , u,,., u..-iiuv,.', | ua u wvui , um nuui. luuu .^.v. ....,...,uu.tu maoiiooa dio away deol. I waa often very miserablo; but just upon ma as 1 realized the fact. Tho black j thing on his mind," said my mother.— from my soul I sbfll forever bless you and ' another when ho was himself in love. 1 fo^g „, (j|j n^f jg lii,^ ,u„5 quiet chaw then I could havo said, had I been ealled ; woman stood near, wringing her honds | "Just lel me go and gel you a pillow on j any ouo who makea your life happy, be ho ' wooed Klsio Uussel, and hoped towin her, ' y^,,^ in which disconnected from Jhe visi- upon to doso, tbat sight was nothing when I and screaming helplessly. The nearest ' tho sofa, and I'll lell you what he said to who ho may. I havo socn ii ull ulong, Kl- fueling all tho While that I wns breaking bio'world we'can prepare !¦> silence far «ompared with such a home and suoh a j houso waa a mile or more away. Thero hor "os you havo bor interest almost: sio j and if at first bitter thoughts would > your noblo heart. You remember the i ^1^, ,^f|(|\|,gt |, „q„,q Theloek. mother, and that it was belter to bo led i was uo mortal aid at my oommand. I ^ aa much at heart as I have, my dear, and I oome, when I remembered that na ho day whep you wore firal takon ill ?" ( __- . -•bout, and read to, by Elsio Russol, than j prayed to Ood for holp, and he slrength-! it will cheer you to talk it ever." I wonld gain, so we must loso you, believo "Indeed I do," I answered. "Shall 1' -^Vn "i **"" i • • to be independent of aid and nnblost by j oned mo- The building was of atrone, { I oould not bear il any longor. I said | mo, dear Elsio, they are ovor now, and I ' over forget it!" | •W^ two olorpymon enlering into con jinch a iweet friend and comforter. In a | woll seasoned wood ; bul I strove wilh all something abotit headache and the nir, i hnvo no thought that is nol kindness, no \ "That day," oontinued tho doctor "I i ""¦»='"?''> O"" lanicntoil the uttlo power faia arord, I had forgotten pasland fulnrc, andj lify slrength against the door-^how long I and managed to escape out into tho gar-! feeling tbat i» not a brother's fur him or , had ridden out with her upon the ,.uiot P""^'''"K l*"" "H'".''°'''""''**''°*"'l*''" was living only in the present, wbon a step, knew not; it seemed to mo an ago—but at ; den. Thoro I wondered wearily up and ' you." ^ river bank ; 1 tJild hor of my hearl'a lovo ', f""V'."? .j," ?""«'"<»'«"','fO"' Iheir vioea , last, jusl as the flames scorched my faoo, j down, fooling delirium ropidly clouding | As I spoko I heard onoo moro that ring-' and found ihat it was hopeless. Tlio '"""jo^.'lo.o'.". '*P'"''''"'""''-?*"" one that t had nover board before, broko upon the quiot of lho littlo room, dispors. tig it ntterljbr—so it seemed to me at least. I'fae olhers soaroely noticed it. "Tbere is a strange footstep upon (ho garden path," I said; and I spoko sudden- fy, with an unquiet fluttering of the hoart, •od an undefined prescience of sorrow, for whioh I could bare given no reason; or rather, for whioh I was ssbamsd to give one to myself. "It is Tom, my dear; I sent him out apon % message beforo dark," said my mother kindly. "It is not Tom, mother. I have never beard that stop before," I persisted. .- "It is Tom, in oew boots. What stran¬ ger would grope his wav through the Woods to this &ut of the wsy plaoe after nightfall?" and tbtcstened to envelope mo in their rod embrace tbo door gave way, and, staggering in, I saw ray darling lying upon tbe rude bench, and bore her forlh uoscratched, un¬ hurt from out tho fiery furnaee. But in com¬ ing out, I had to fprco my way through a sheet of lurid flames. I remember that it scorched my forehead and dazcled my otcn; but I beoamo uneoosoious, and wheo I re¬ covered I found myself lying, wilh banda¬ ges about my heod and eyes, upon a soft, oool pillow, and heard through tho dark¬ ness, some one weeping softly olose behind mo. Enough ; thoro is no need of painful detail. It had been oigbt to mo ever sinoe; but I had saved my darling— yes, my darling. From that moment, even aa a woman loves the babe for whose birth my mind, and struggling wildly againat it, j ing step upon the path, and sho sUrtod knowlcdgo wns very hard to iioar, Paul; i '"O"' '""=''y. <|" •>« had modo many ofthom until, IS lho olock struck twolvo, I groRcd from me. "The now slop, KIsie ! Go and , bul whon, inbor innocent pity of my grief, F.^^'r*" to throe capiUI virtues, namel; my way, faint and trembling, to lho wreck moet il," I said. nbo told mo that sho cstoemed and liked »">'. ''op" ""d rcpcniance. "Ay, said -¦ • . " . . Paul,"she mo-tbot sho had no friend sho valued V'«»';«V.>''»'"•.»>•«".»«'?'^^rt<'«««. ' indeed. She turned and paused. , .... , said, "do you think that any new stop moro, but that there was one wbom sbo But, pray, by what means did of the burnt summor house, and sat down once moro upon the littlo bench whero El¬ sie had been sleeping whon I resoaed her from the flames. I struggled no longer with my reason, but muttered wildly to myself: "Horo, hero—yes boro, whoro tsttsn.t .u unt, it,, x naiu, i nuu lunuiwu < j-aiu j^iair, i sw. ..... ....w...,^ im.,iu j. uuk •. . , 'it.., ¦. ' • sbe sleptr-I will dio, and she shall never to look my hard fato full in tho faoe, and 1 corae betwoon a puro and holy lovo-^scl "*" """ 'ndohtcd to them some limr, know that I died for her love. Ha! ha! 1 bo myself al leasl for tbe futuro. I eould ; dom soon or fell on csrth—and I prayed ¦'^"y ^"P*''/*""''' ^olurint; bnt now, ha! how they would laugh at the idoa of say no mora for she was gono, aud ho had to God for pardon. When riding home- 7*' """* ' """""J P»y ''"'."'. "'cy heart- a blind man in love !" como in her stead—he, tho owner of tbat i ward by hcr side, I fonnd you lying pros-1 ">."»?•'>' ever having lent U to me. "Master Paul, come to lunoboou ! Don't stop wbich I bad firal heard coiuing up ' trato ou tho ground, nnd loarnt frum your S.Z.,'.' —^•»«-» : sit hero looking so wild-like," said old Di-' tbe garden path a yosrbofore. j ravings and Ibo Words of the old sorvsnt, ••'The watei- (hat lows fiom a spring nab, wbo was oloso beside roe. I "You aro looking better," he said. that my surmises wcrc only too oorrcct, I <'<'•» not congeal in winter. Aud thusu I knew the voioo—1 heard what she ssid; : "I thank you, Dootor Claymoro ; I flnd Hcavou knowa tbal all tho anger in my j »f "li'ttonta of friondship wbioh Bow from bud went on Ulking. ' I owo i( to your kiud attention thnt I am ' hflart was^or myself: for you folt noth- («• heart oaunot bo frozen in adversity.
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Title | Journal American |
Masthead | Huntingdon Journal and American |
Volume | 1 |
Issue | 28 |
Subject | Huntingdon County (Pa.); Anti-Masonic; whig; Huntingdon County genealogy; Juniata River valley; early newspapers; advertising; politics; literature; morality; arts; sciences; agriculture; amusements; Standing Stone; primary sources. |
Description | The Anti-Masonic Huntingdon Journal was first published on the 25th of September, 1835. Under the direction of several owners and editors, the paper became the Huntingdon Journal and American in 1855 and then restored to the Huntingdon Journal in 1870. |
Publisher | A.W. Benedict, T.H. Cremer, J. Clark, J.S. Stewart, S.L. Glasgow, W. Brewster, S.G. Whittaker, J.A. Nash, R. McDivitt, and J.R. Durborrow |
Date | 1860-06-20 |
Location Covered | Huntingdon County (Pa.) |
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Month | 06 |
Day | 20 |
Year | 1860 |
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Title | Journal American |
Masthead | Huntingdon Journal and American |
Volume | 1 |
Issue | 28 |
Subject | Huntingdon County (Pa.); Anti-Masonic; whig; Huntingdon County genealogy; Juniata River valley; early newspapers; advertising; politics; literature; morality; arts; sciences; agriculture; amusements; Standing Stone; primary sources. |
Description | The Anti-Masonic Huntingdon Journal was first published on the 25th of September, 1835. Under the direction of several owners and editors, the paper became the Huntingdon Journal and American in 1855 and then restored to the Huntingdon Journal in 1870. |
Publisher | A.W. Benedict, T.H. Cremer, J. Clark, J.S. Stewart, S.L. Glasgow, W. Brewster, S.G. Whittaker, J.A. Nash, R. McDivitt, and J.R. Durborrow |
Date | 1860-06-20 |
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Location Covered | Huntingdon County (Pa.) |
Type | Text |
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NASH & WHITTAKER,
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Edlton aud Proprietori.
OLD SERIES, VOL. 28.
HUNTINGDON, PA., WEDNESDAY, JUNE 20, 1860.
NEW SERIES, VOL. 1, NO. 28.
TERMS: laughed Elsie. "Bo quiot, Paul Blair, and she sufTcrs, so I loved KIsio Russel, fori ''Why don't you lau(;h, Hiiinh ?"
Per annnm in advance, $1,50 I listen to tho story, as you valuo my appro- whoso swoet sake I bad lost tho greatest "What at, young Massa," asked tho Wo-
" " if not paid in advanoe, 3,00 I batiiyi. Tho knight is about to deliver I blessing man possesses ; and from that tuo-' man. ?t!i*'"'^ disoonUnued until aU arrearages i ^\,g enchanted Lody from hcr thraldom, j menl sho had repaid my sacrifice by cnro ' ¦ "At mc—ot a blind mnn ''i> lovo !" * ""' Attontion?" and kindness tho most devoted. The only "Oh, Miissa Paul, whnl ails yer?" sob-
Ere sho could resume hcr honk, however, I pleosuro of my lifo had been'in her prcs-, bed Dinah, "whal hns happened yer?" — „-_ ^ - - -_
a loud peal of thc bell announced tho faot J onoe. Since th'o hour I know the sun would "Hush!" I whispered. "You Imvo liulh, Jlr. Ulnir," ha aaid, "only ynnr and (lod who gnve her to mo. 1
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and apologies ; they nro all the amends thot I it in tfiy heart to pray fur your restoration
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thot the steps of which we had been spoak- | nover riso again to mo, hor little hand had heard the step eoinini<, nighl nnd dny ing, and lo which I hnd been listening all : led mo tenderly and cheerfully as though that has killcd mc; but do not toll hcr, thc while, had ascended thc porch ; nnd : it had been a sister's. for ho will bc hcr husband then, and flic
2"()o ' in another momenlKlsio read from a oard, | "And now—now," I murmured nloud, would grieve.
8 00 which tho servant hnnded to hor, tho name : as I felt for tho scorched relic oftho bench "Tcll hor how I loved hor, though, nnd 12 mo. ' and titlo of Doctor Claymore. ' —"now a stranger's step must como bc- how I would havo cared for hcr, if I had
$8 00, "Whom I met at tho Irvings', Inst week, tween usl" Tho sound of my owu voice, , been like other men. She will not Inugh 15 00 ' ^—^ believe I mentioned him," said Kl.sio, ihu cool air, tho quiet, brought back my i llion, for I shnll ho under tho sod, and wo 23 00 I in a somewhat confused explnnnlion.— reason. I weighed my own notions in the never hiugh at the doud I Hark I tho step littlo agitation r 30 00 "Show the gentleman in, Dinah." > balance of my conscience. "Paul Ulair 1" is coming I" | "^I boliovo I am," I replied
fever ond delirium saves you from half a | if I did not know you had n noblo lieart, dozen challenges nnd as many duels. You ' I would never toll you this; but knowing appeared to huvo considcrablo aniiuoaily ^ that I would make you ycl bappi«r by towards mc, for some unexplained reason." ! giving you tho knowledge that my stop
I felt myself color as hc spoko, but could ' can never coino between you, savo to your make no answer. Ho went on : , oors—that you havo not lo win a heart,
"I did not come to spcnk of this," he but only lo claim it. (iood-bye ! Ood snid. "Are yon strong enough to bear a bless you ! Uo hotue to Elsio and make
hor joyful."
I listened to his step ns it faded away in
60 00 "Tho strango step fell upon my eor onco said I to myself, "you hnvo nol dared to Pirmly il camo along tbo path; andns Tho doctor arose, nnd leaning ovor nio the dislanoe, and could hove wopt—how
Professional and Businen Cards not exceed- more. Across tho hall, up the staira to tho liopc that "the young yenrs of ono so fair ,I stretohing out my arms, loouiodtospring pressed bis finjjcrs upon my eyelids very good and grcnt ho was.
ingdx Unes, one year, roeBi.oi.i,ABs. parlor door it came: thonee, smothered as Klaio Russel would bo wosted for your'from a black prooipico into a gulf of deep-' softly. "Pardon tne," ho said, "you must ¦ ,,At homo thoy koow nothingof what had
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THE CHICAOO COirVElfTIOir.
Tbey oome, tbey oomo, a gallant boat—
Tbe ohosen guard of Freedom'a van— From city, plain and sea-girt coast
To choose and orown the coming man.
A nation beats ber morning drum.
And bids hcr sons to ber bcbeata ; From North, from South, from Bast they oome
To clasp thc hand of golden West.
Tbe Empire State, proud leadb tbo van.
And throws hcr Seward's banner forth— Tbe champion of tbe rights of man—
The lion of awakened North. Who long has fought, in Slavery's tower,
Tbe mental bnttles of Uie free— Whose eaglo eye foresees tbe hour.
And tells the conflict ycl to bc—
Tbo conflict which must ever rage
Where sib and wrong opposes right— Tbe conflict which a dawning age
Proclaims o'er error's waning nigbt,
Tbe old Ilay Stale is echoing still
With plaudits from her freeborn ranks, "While Lexington aud Bunker Hill i ¦ - t l ", i. • - • - i , , i ' . i • ¦ • ,
Sbout forth the conquering name of Banks, last I hoard their voices rocndo to tho cool ovor ; bul somehow, whenever she wns and read to mc, ns in the old limes, unlil i ligiously believed
Now songs sweep o'er Missouri's breast
Wbere dayspring freedom fills tbe nir. And from tbat gateway of tbe West
We bail tbe clarion voice of Blair.
Brightly from our northern granite bills
Tbe fires of freedom ligbt each dale— Those waving pines nnd murmuring rills
Blend witb the freedom tongue of Hale.
Tbe Key-Stone Slato round Ciijperon's brow
Wreaths ber proud Union banner there; Her voice, the pledge of victory now.
Swells into one triumphal air. From the fnr Soutb breaks a new sound;
Kentucky lewis the onward way. And from hcr dark and bloody ground.
She abouta the name of Cassius Clay. From all the free Stntea of our land.
Amid the shouts ot Uniou lise. Too long bas waved tlio dastard hnnd.
Of traitors 'neath moro Squtl^iru skies.
Tha^freedom which ot * "
Tbeir sons will ever Our Empire 'neath the
Shall not be cursed " There we will plant our Northern pine.
Beside tbe Soutbern ootton tree. And wave o'er Slavery's hateful shrine,
Tbe banner of a Nation KHEE.
happened. As Iho carriage drove up ot
i tho gato, I looked out and saw a light form
, bo KIsio's tripping down
wailod lill
I think you mny; I am almost certain sho said, taking my hand iu hers, of it," inlerruptcd tho doctor rnpidly— "Then you aro alouo Klaio?" 1 said. "Whilo you woro ill I examined your oyos i "Yos, Paul."
carefully. My dear boy, I think I may "I will go if you will lend me, KIsie?" proiuiae you that you shall sec ngnin, and ! Sho nnswered mc by drawing hcr hand —well, never miud ; tho rest will follow of through my arm and walking on. Wo sat itself" j down together in tho littlo parlor, and I
What that last inexplicable sentence j ventured to steal a glance at her. Sho had meant 1 did not doro to think ; thij prom- altered very little since hcr childhood.— i.so of the lirst wns too glorious to re'nlizo ' Her solemn eyes and golden hair wcro just
by tho velvet softness of tho carpet, into sake; thot no strango ew would spy "out est, profoundest darkness, whoro hearing j havo boon blind a loug timo 't"
the room itself, and thero paused, very thc jewel which you, blind and helpless and motion were buried iu oblivion, I hoard | "Ten wcnry yenrs," I answered.
liear lun. I ucard thst sissc cf sl! the Cth i as you are, eo'jid novf bop" 'o '•laim; . hor calling out; | "And hnvo you never thought of rognin- that I know must b'
er sounds ; words of wel aomo and inlro-' that that lovo which comes aoonor or Inter "Oh! Massa Doctor! Mnssa Doctor! I ing your sight r—hovc you iibvo: i'mped to ibe path. I steppe
duction which aooompanied it. Only when ' to every woman's soul, would nover oomo , hero's young Massa Paul gono dead all | do so ?" ho a.skod, in a gentle tone, still sho came up. As sho drew oloso tomo
all was quiet again, and'all wcro seated, ; to her's? Paul Blnir, you havo not along o'you as I knowed he would !" 1 keeping close besido mo. ] 1 shut my eyes.
could I bring myself to listen to the voioe dared to think thus? And oven na I bowed Tbo first of my after mcmorich that is "Thougbl of it! ofton, often ! hoped for ' "Dear Pnul, you are nl boino ogain.—
of its owner, and try to discover, in my ;'in shamo nt the conviction of my own reolity, is the sound of that very footstep il,,novcr ! ll is a blessing denied to mo Y'our mother has gone down to the villagu
way, what he wns like. A handsomo, gen- ! heart, I almost prayed, "Nol yel—not yel; ' which I so hulod. Il was vory soft now forever. I shall novor see ognin." : to moot you—you must hove passed hor,"
tlciuanly man, with that^ccultar dashing let hcr be ours a littlo longer !"—and I and il cnmc and weul constantly, unwcari-
frankness of nianner whioh caplivites nll laid down upon tho rudo bench nnd wept odly. Wilh il there camecooling droughts
women and men, anda voice clcnr and as I had nol wept for years, for fronf tho soothing chnngo of heated pillows, refreah-
firm enough to matoh his stop—this wos inmost core of my sad henrt I worshipped ing moistenings of parched lip and brow,
what I made of him. That ho was poss- j Elsie Russel. ' and tenderness equal lo any I havo ever
cs.icd of intellect and refinement, nnd that A low, trembling voico aroused me. known ; but I hnted it, and drove it away
ho could, at least, express exoellent senti-I "Paul I" il snid, "dear Paul, why do you slill. I knew my mother wns there, nnd
nients, was evident from his conversation. ' stay in this snd place nlone? Come in, we KIsio ; but thnl slop destroyed my plcnsuro
The roan of all others to charm Elsio Rus- ' miss you, my son." < in their presence. Nut unlil I Iny so weak
sel, I thought, and following this camo a I It wns my mothor. I wiped away uiy thnl an infant cnuld liavo prevented moj ,., ^
long train of othor thoughhi, wrong and ' tears, laid my hand within her arm, and from mnking tho slightcel move, bul nev- at onco. Wo talked il over eolmly, how-1 tho same. She was looking nt mo sadly, selfish boyond measure. I knew thcm lo thus wonl book inlo tho house. I had ertheless safe on tho road to health again, ¦ ever, and il wns arranged that I wns lo j I arose, and orossing to tho sofa, sat down be so, and yet 1 could not drivo ihein off. i nertcd myself to boor tho sound of tho did thot slop censo to haunt nic. But that | keep tho whole a secret, and lo acoompa- : besido hcr. "KIsie Russel," I said, "T My hood ached and burned intolerably bc-i strange footstep before I reaclu'd the par- hour canio ut last, and for thrco woeks 1 j ny him to the city, when I wns ttrong i have something I wish to say to you ; no neath their weight, and I lingered for my lor. I was right when I ihougbt it would novor beard it.i echo; and Klsio novor left [ enough, ijiat ho niiglit Iiuvn il in his puw-, fiUor opportunity can come than this.— opportunity to slip out unpereeived. At ! come beiween us. KIsie was'as kind ns nic. As I grew stronger she sat beside mo cr to perform an operation in which ho ro- j Will yon lislon lo, and answer mc?"
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