Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1855-05-10

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Harry" gasped the dying woman. as
the boy buried his head, with a hear,
breaking sob, liz her lap, Il am going
home. Oh, God, forget not thy cove
nan. with the fatheriess." Again the
cold fingers moved convulSivel5 amid
his brown curls--the-e was a faint sigh
the head leaned more heavily on Aunt
Mary. Harry Willard was motherless!
Two days later, they buried Mrs. Will
lard 1t was pleasant au,um dag, and
the winds soughed through the tangled
grass of the churchyatd, and the sun
beams g.inted brightly along the marble.
where Hauy's mother was laid down to
that slumber which no sunlight could
ever awaken. Poor Harry! He did no,
weep then; but he stood there. his frame
quiver:ng like broken bou 81. when
the clods ratified on the coffin.
There was corner in that Sd me church
yard to which Aunt Mary and l often
glanced through our tears: for there, un-
der those dropping willows. with their
white hands folded calmly over their
hearts. my father and mother were sleep
ing that sleep which knows no earthly
waking.
We could not dissuade Harry from
sleeping at the house lust down the
road;" but he passed most of the week
subsequent to his mothers death at our
cottage. He grew calmer every dav; but
none who looked in the boys sad eye
could doubt of the great heariache be-
meath them
One morning he came owe, as usual,
and tolc my aunt that he had resolved
to leave the village. now that he had no
relatives chow his voice trembled) to
keep him here.
1t was all useless trying to dssuade
him from this. fer the boys heart was
set on going; and he said he had lain
awake. in the darkness and loneliness of
the red house. thinking how he would
carve out his own fortune: so, at last
Aunt Mary ceased her verbal opposition,
and set herself abou. preparing the boys
wardrobe for his journey; and disposed
to the best advantage his mothers SIM
pie furniture.
Ii was an October morning. The great
fruit'laeen branches were dipping down
ward. almost within our reach, when
| Harry Willard and | stood under ;hem
for the last time.
You will not quite forget me. Harry"
| said. swallowing down the sob that was
in my throat. when you are so far away.
and you'll think sometimes Of the village
school, and the garden. and the old tees
where you used to sit. won't your"
Forget you, Ally? ard his arm was
drawn around my waist. and the brown
eyes looked earnestly. almost reproach'
fully, into mine; "you whom love bet
ter than anybody in the world. now that
mamma is gone. Oh. Ally. shall be
lying under the grass. as deep and as still
as she is. this pleasant morning. before |
can forget you. AID Aunt Mary. and all
your kindness TO me, poor little faith.
eriess. friendless boy! Ally. have pas
sed the Iappiest hours of my life with
you; and now. Won't you give me one
of those long curls ,ha: has lain for
years against your cheek? And will
place il on my heart, and II will always
keep warm for you. Dom, cry, Ally.
dear." for the tears were dripping down
my cheeks, as took Aunt Mary's garden
scissors. which she had inadvertently left
on rustic bench under the Tree, and
severed the tress.
I'll come back to you when I've grown
to be somebody you'll be proud of" and
his form dilated. But harkl There
comes the stage. and Aunt Mary is call.
ing" and tears tIickled on his heavy lash
eS. as he ran toward the house.
Good byes Ally"
"Good bye, Harry"
We stood under the small vine wrap
| ped poItico; and he kissed me twice, and
then he ran hastily toward the gate. for
The driver was late and cross. | heard
the rumbling OF wheels. and say through
my tears the floating of a handkerchief:
and Harry Willard was gone. and the
red house down the road" was desolate.
Eight years had passed since that NOR
ming. when Harry Willard and I muir
INJURED our fearful farewelis under the
vine wrapped porlico. They had not
been ell bright years to me: there ~as a
great shadow trailing through the later
ones, Until this was lost. swallowed no
in darkness, the darkness of death.
Our home. our darling cottage home
went first. Henry. the former owner of
the place. was hard man, and the bill
of sale YVES lost. so it cell into his bends.
Aunt Mary struggled very hard to bear
up under this blow; but il was very
heavy one leaving the home of her faith
ers; and after it. she always smiled q
sad, penitent. heart broken smile, that
brought the tears to my eyes. and said:
Goods will be done!'
Her health, which had been failing
her for long time. gave way at last
There came another autumn day: and
the wind soughed through the tangled
grass of the churchysrd; and the sunligh,
glinted along the white marble. just as
it had done on day far down in nv
me mory. when they laid Aunt Mary un-
der the willows TO sleep.
After this. I, too, was i'll for a long
time with a fever; and some kind neigh
bors took me to their homes. and watch
ed over me during that long illness almost
as tenderly as Aunt Mary would have