Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1856-10-08

They were married, the stricken man and
the beautiful Kate, whose father being wealthy
gave them handsome residence, and the cot
| tage passed into other hands. The furniture
of the cot was sold, and only few articles re-
mained that spoke of Alice. Those the ieai-
ouS-hearted Kate put out of sight with great
care, and the loving, smiling face of Alice's
picture was turned next to the wall in an un-
occupied room, and the little gifts which she
had made for Harry with her own hands, were
locked up tightly out of sight, as she said to
take good care of them.
Poor Harlton! he could not speak the name
of Alice, but the bitter, scornful voice of Kate
would reproach him and taunt him for his
words; he could not wander up stairs and look
at the little hidden picture, for the eagle eve
of Kate followed him. He could whisper of
her in his dreams, and smile as her image
came across his Imagination, yet week OF
scornful displcasure from his wife was the pen
atty.
AT this state of sadness and misery he
sought in the wine cup that forgetfulness he
could not obtain elsewhere, yet his memory
returned, and again he sought its sparkling
brIm to drown his recollection.
And poverty came, slowly creeping on
The splendid mansion was sold, drinking and
gambling did it; and only until wretchedness
and bodily misery aroused him, did he awake
to his degraded situation. Kate's father had
refused to aid him, but urged his daughter to
leave her husband, and again return to her
childhood's home; yet the proud woman who
had been the means of all this misery, scorn-
cd to leave her husband in the hour of his ad-
versity. Watching over him tcnderly by night,
working for his support by day, long weeks
and months passed on. Oh Kate what had
Jealousy to the loved and lost done for thee.
.sWhat a pity! what a shame! That was
the husband of sweet Alice Lee 20
The remark reached his ear /; it stung him
to the heart. He was on the way to enc of his
drunken reyels, yet he paused and looked with
wonder and astonishment around him. And
that name with il came the little cottage. aud
he cursed the spirit of intemperance and in
his heart, by the name of his sainted wife, he
resolved to begin anew, and again be man.
There is little cottage where the vines
clambered, and the birds sung many years ago.
There is an old gentleman and lady, and thev
are called grandpa and grand-m by many of
the little ones of the village. The old man,
with his thiE, white locks, still bears the ira
ces of manly strength, and noble -heartedness
while his wifc's eye is dark and lustrous vet
softened by the trials of years, and with
world of love and tenderness mirrored forth
in her even now beautiful face. 1t is Mr.. and
Mrs. Harlton. treading happily the rough jour
ney of life, strcwing their way with deeds of
love and kindness.
There are two pictures hanging, side by side.
over the mantle-piece of the little old-fash-
Toned parlor beneath them is a gilded sc.oll,
with the incription fancifulIy pcnned in Kate's
own hand-The Two Brides. One with the
soft loving blue eyes and sweet smile, will be
recognized as Alice, and the other, with its
dark, queenly beauty, is Kate.
81 have told the tale as it was told to me-
Perhaps there is a moral; if so, the object of
the writer is gained.
1T is not much the world can givo
With all its subtle art
And gold and gems not the things
To satisfy the heart
But oh if those who cluster round
The altar and the hearth,
Have loving words and happy smiles
How beautiful is earth -