Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-10-22

May; and the last act of her life showed he
earnest love for me, her angel goodness. Ma
4 May, come back to mel How can write of he
i dying1 Last night Harry came; met him a
the door He silently pressed my hand and fol
lowed me into the parlor.
i is she yet alive?' he asked.
Yes, but you can not see her, she is dy
! ing
He bowed his head in his hands and wept
thinking, know of her bright young beauty
the sod would cover. would have comfortec
him, though my heart was well nigh breaking
but my father came suddenly into the room.
Where is Mr.. Cliftonl' he asked, hurriedlv.
May wishes % see him alone, and then we are
ali TO 60 TO her.
Harry ran to call his uncle. sank on my
knees, for knew my father meant we were 10
see her for the last time How long the minutes
till we were summoned!
| The door opened at last, and Mr.. Clifton came
in. His face was deathy pale. He took my
hand and said, Ruth, God forgive you for
breaking my heart saw it all. May had
| told him of my love for Harry. Icoud not
speak, but he pressed his cold lips to my fore
head and said, you could not help it, but to be
made so wretched twice in lifetime is very
hard-come to May He led me TO her room.
Father and mother were there; little Bob, too,
with his face buried in the bed Clothes trying to
stiAe his childish sobs. May looked mp as |
entered and stretched out her wasted hands
| towards me. fell sobbing on my knees at her
bedside, clasping those thin hands to my bos-
ON. Don't cry so, Ruth, want TO talk to
YOU she began in her faint sweet voice. Il
have told Mr. Clifton that yen do not love him
as he would wish wife to love him You will
forgive me, Ruth, for am dying. Harry, will
you come nearer?
He came and knelt by my side. She went
on:
Harry Ruth loves you Tell them the rest,
Mr., Clifton, / cannot talk Mr. Clifton came
forward and said, May has told me- Ruth what
you should have let me known, but you 'tho't
70 spare me pain. / cannot claim you as a wife
knowing this Harry, My boy, take care of
her. and placing our hands together, he bowed
his head and was still. Then May spoke AGAIN.
Thank you, dear Mr.. Clifton Let me kiss you.
There goodbye! Harry you will love Ruth
and be kind to her Mother
Those arms whcih had held her when baby
were about her now, and we were Nil very still
as the mother and child whispered together
their last loving words.
Father kiss your pet, May, once more. Don't
be lonesome. You'll have me in Heaven. Bob
dear little Bob, don't cry so. You are too young
to shed such bitter tears. You'll find another
playmate, and you won't miss me much Now
Ruth, my sister Ruth" and she wound her
arms about my neck, "you won't mourn now
you've Harry; but youth come to my home,
and bring him too, Harry'-a5 he bent over herr
u light came to her eye, and brought faint
light to her cheek. 1t was the last glimmer of
love; then it went out forever, and her tace was
calm and heavenly as an angels. 'Good-by
Harry, love Ruth Her voice failed, and with
my name OH her lips she passed away
May, am lonely without you!
august 24M-To-day was to have mar
ricd Mr.. Clifton. Now he is far away. He for
gave me, but his heart was 50 sore for having
twice lost its love that he could not stay here.
Harry and are very happy. We have this
evening been to Mays grave, and as we stood
by it, Harry thanked God for his goodness to MS,
and prayed that we might meet our May again.
shall not write again in my journal. How
little dreamed when beginning it, of what
record would be written on its then blank pages!
The stais are looking down again on me, and
they see face paler and more eare-worn than
mine on my nineteenth birthday But my heart
has happiness it did not hold then, and iturn
TO Harry, my own Harry. and leaning my head
on his breast, look up at the stars and say, She
is above there, Harry; she who gave rs to each
other!' And then we talk of her ill., through
our tears, The stars seem &fs9l .~eas ara issr=
shines among them.