Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1858-03-18
MARRIED AGAIN.


mean that Dora West is married again?'
cried Mrs. Mills, as she came down to the
front gate with both her hands uplifted in
great surprise and dismay, at the unex-
pected fact which had communicated to
her.
4 must say thatI had really too good
an opinion of the woman; but there is no
knowing wha. folks will do in this world.
And it is only two years since her husband
met an awful death. How pitied her,
and what great fuss she made at the
time, really thought she never would get
owe. it; but she has done herself up for me
now
/ opened my lips to speak, and then, on
second thought, closed them again. 1t
would be of no use to defend my friend,
Dora West. to such person, and yet. do
not misunderstood me, reader, Mrs. Mills
was a good-hearted sort Of woman, and
would have almost any sacrifice for her
friend or nsighbor who was in trouble; but
she was guilty of all that vast burden of
petty sins, and little uncharitableness
which are the indigenous fruit of that
quality.
So only replied
'Oh, Mrs. Mills, you don't understand
Dora as do; but l have not time to dis
cuss the matter pow. Good morning. and
walking slowly down the little grassy road
my mind went back to a night two years
ago. that had burned itself into my memo
ry.
1t was evening in :he early part Of Oc-
tober, and the rain was falling slow and
outside. The day had been
lanquid one, too: with a kind of wisiful
blue and gray sky, and chill in the still
air. which was far off whisper of the
winter.
Dora and l sat sewing in back parlor
that evening. by the large room mahogany
table, and there was kind of rivalry
kept up between our tongues and our fin
gers--but cannot tell which was the nim-
bier.
How pretty she looked that night; she,
the well beloved wife of FIVE years, with
the smiles darting among the dimpes of
her sweet lips. and the light of glad heart
beaming from her blue eyes.
To think, Alice she murmured, 'Har
ry has been gone week, and ] thought it
would seem an age that morning he kissed
me goodbye. 1t would if you had not
been with me. But he will be home to-
morrow. Oh. how glad l shall BE- to see
himp
At that moment the bell ring loud and
sudden.
'Oh dear, hope nobody's come to bore
US tonight. We are so cozy and happy
together
Here is dispatch for you, Mrs. West
said small boy whom the servant ushered
into the room.
Dora sprang up quickly. 1t is from
Harry. l knowl'
She brough. it to the light, and then
opened it with her eager fingers. Her eyes
those blue, beautiful eyes ran across the
page. MY God!--my Godl' And then
Dora West clasped her hands and laughed
loud and wild
Oh, how that laugh rings down through
those two years. and curdles the blood in
my veins, and fairly stops the beating Of
my heart.
Then she came round to me with that
wild. scared, pitiful look in her face. that
was more terrible than the face of the dead,
What does it mean, Alice? she whisper
ed. i cannot read it; but it struck my
head just now, something did--aud froze
it,
Nothing has happened to Harry, has
!here?"
He'll come home tomorrow, and put
his arms around me, and call me his dear
little wife, won't he, Alice?'
Yes, yes, he will tried to say. but
did not succeed, for my lips had grown
Try and parched. and my voice died away
IN my heart, where a terrible fear had come
Down.
But / drew Dora into my lap, laid her
head on my shoulder, and then bending
down 1 read the paper which she had tight
in her hand
There were but few words; the great
crises OF life are generally acted and told
briefly. There had been a fearful collision
On the railway. somewhere between New
York and Boston. Several passengers