True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1858-12-22
STEUBENyILLE, OHIO, WEDNESDAY December %, 1885,

edomy lmploring gaze. O, ;mycheart was
well nigh breaking then,sand kneeling BY
his bedside ! poured forth one fervent
anguished petition into the ear Of the All
Mercifdl,' foF the restoration to life and
health Of my precious one. aloJ ,'ua
twas agonizing to listen to his rawlings,
sometimes in fervent anguished tones
begging me not to leave him, and then
in low, piteous pleadlngs calling on bis
Isabel to come back to him once more. -
Days and weeks watched beside him,
allowing no other to take my place, and
though h to my questionings, the white
haired physician would answer me BY a
mournful shake Of The head, yet never
laltered or doubted, but my loved one
would be restored. My voice possessed
a magic spell to hush into quiet his wild.
esl rawlings, my hand soothing power to
lull the wearied brow to rest, and thto'
the long hours | sat and watched beside
him, yearnng 50 earnestly for the beam
OF intelligence to come back once more 10
the cleaning eye. The crisis came at
last, and with the awakening, the kind
old physician told me with fearful eye,
he had hope Of reason'sreturn. r1
watched his quiet breathing with hut
tering heart and dimming eye. At last
the eyelds slowly unclosed, wandering
from one object to another, resting at last
ON my fearful face. There was ner-
vous qulver of the pale lips, and then
trembled forth the love words, 10, Isabel
my darling, tell me tits no dream tha. you
have indeed come back to me once more I"
while my tongue faltered out in reply,
40, my husband, can you forgive me
these cruel years of neglect and deser-
tion % ~.
He drew my head down to its old
resting place on his bosom, and there
with his cheek pressed close to mine, and
his kiss of forgiveness on my lips, my
weary head reposed in sweeter slumber
than it had known for five long years.-
his recovery was rapid from then, and
with. my assistance he was soon able 10
60 about his accustomed haunts. But the
scenes through which I had passed the
few past weeks, proved too much for my
shattered strength, and sank on bed Of
sickness in all the dehrium of fever
Sometimes, with wild songs gashing on
my lips, and the flush Of triumph on my
brow, before an assembled throng stood,
and again through blind pathways. meath
starless skies i wandered, seeking my
husbands love. 1t was his voice which
recalled my wandering senses 10 life and
happiness again. arose from that bed
of sickness changed but better woman.
Each had omuch to- tell the other of the
past. My husband had indeed long and
valnly sought me without being able to
obtain any clue of the wandering one.--
He had heard of the fame of Gabrielle the
gifted singer, little dreaming that she and
bis lost darling we're one and the same
Learning that she was to sing SO near, he
resolved to be one of the number to listen
to her songs that night, and renew among
the countless throng, ais search once
more. with but faint hope of success
He went, and found in the person Of the
far'iamed singer. his long lost Is abelle,
The disc overy was too much for his
shattered nerves, and long illness fol.
lowed. u.sa.s,t O. q. i..0.. .Ia u
Two years have passed since the prodi.
gals return. two years Of almost perfect
joy and peace, l sit in the twilight
shadows and fold sweet babe 10 my bo.
som, with eyes and hair like my lost
darling's. The songs which now sing
are breathed for my husbands ear alone,
or in hushing my infant to rest and as ]
gaze into the violet depths of the eyes
which look love into mine, breathe q
silent prayer to the heavenly throne tha,
her tender years may be spared SO bitter
a fate as niue has been,
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