Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1854-02-09

Then Eisy released herself gently
from my arms. She got mp from The
sofa, and knew that she left the roor.
heard her voice family. as at distance,
and she seemed to speak TO some one
upon the lawn. Again the door opened, +,
and step fell on the carpet--a strangely
+ familiar sep, but II was not Eisv's.-
Sill ! wept on, and my hands were
tightly pressed over my eyes. Some
/ one sat down beside me: an arm stole a..
round my waist, aud a voice. dear.
we'll known voice. said 10 me
"Agnes, sweet Agnes, will you not
! speak to mel"
Then Looked up, and my eyes rest,
ed upon the handsome. beaming face Of
/ Rnher. Trevors, and. with cry Of great
and pfrfsc, joy. | laid my head down
upon his shoulder, and We wep. 10
geiEer.
Now, you have heard my story. |
have been restless wanderer. sad and
: weary.hesried, ever since | left you
And you, too, have suffered! Oh! Ag
nrs. you were right, three yeafs ago
when you so nobly refused TO tram pie
upon dutJ; and my selfish heart, in spite
Of itself, did you then full hUmage. I'll.
! though acted so 'eart.essly and madlr
/ Even though | lief. you in anger, felt
! that no other woman could ever be 90
! dear 10 me as you. and | resolved, if ]
! should 1--we to return, and find YOU We;
unchanged, that would seek your pres
ence, and lay my heart again before ou. .
! Oh. Agnes, can you forgive me!''
| la u woman's soul, the waters OF re.
sen'ment are speedily dried up. aud |
had long before forgotten the darkened
! past. So. in that fair. sunse, hour. with
no hesitalins trust, again pledged my
| faith and love Ia Ruber, Trevors.
That night. wep, before the Mercy
Seat bui mine were not tears Of sof-
row. was rejoicing weeper, God
had teen very mercilu! TO me. Along
the rugged path had been led tenderIy =,
and now | was brought into green pas
lures fair and goodly.
"Oh! Agnes, do you remember my
cruel taGn' 10 yon abou, your aunt Eth
els's fortune, that morning we parted?- -
Yes, will speak Of il. | have hated
myself TOR those words thousand times
since. And rejoice tha, you are no
heiross. lam rich. dear Agnes. and we
, will have gold enough for all our wants."
and Robert looked with kindly, smiling
eyes in my face.
Robert Trevofs came home from his
travels well and strong agoin, ands The
flush Of health stole back upon his check,
| hu, EIsy and watched him very close
IS. Robert ihough. we we're too careful
| Of him, hnt We knew that could no, be-
And we were msrfed :he next Spring,
one bright sanshiuy morning, in the wi
lage church. Years have gone by since
then, bui from that day, my wedding day,
do date the dawning Of life of sweet
peace and happiness. Firwood is Rob-
ert's hcme ani mine now. 1t has lost
ITS gloom and chillness. and We think it
the iaires; spot or earth. Elsy aud Ray
Somers live very nearus, at 'lhe Grange
Doctor Blyth and old Margaret have
long since ''emered upon their rest but
they are remembered yet with fearful af
fection. Aunt E'hel's picture still hangs
over The parlur mantel at Firwnod.--
Sometimes. when Robert looks upon il,
he is reminded of nay years of trial and
suffering. aud he speaks rcgrelfully .oi
these. But always say to him
"Oh. Robert, Robert. God was gra
cious ia first placing my fee, ia a rugged
path. learned wise lessons there. and
The ending of that was blessed even ,ia
green pastures, aud hy :he side of still
waters