Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1858-04-21

broad linen collar. turned over a simpl
ribbon, tied carelesSly about the throat
His dress was simple and far from new
but neat, so neat thai you wondered Il
know woman hand had not arranget
it. Music was ut once his passion an,
his livelihood. For The rest, he had n,
relatives aud no derendence.
It was singular friendship that hlr
grown up between >Ihese two, who me-
aot elseW here; and when The sermon wa
lone, it was pleasant TO SEA the sisterly
care vi h which she handed him his ha
md staff and led him ,nn The narrlW
stairs, where b: m.isr have grooped slow
ly but for her hanI
Here is The sill R;chard,' she said.
and mere the door and there is the rector
" ,ilipg TO speak with you'
Bat the qIi-k car Of the blind man dis
covered anrher step, and, though he lis
tened 10 The kin words Of The grave rec.
Ia. h. heard AN invitation given and re-
fused where Bessie stood at the or OF
ihe ve~ibue.
'Wha, did lie wanll' asked Richard
il h quick, excited manner peculiar 10
him, as l'is hand was once more placed
in that iirGl, reliant clasp, and she led
hIm over lie swaying plank 10 the shore.
Steady There, now you are on the
wharf,' Bessie said, as she might have
>ooihed an excited child. Who! What?
AHeil?
VS., Allen. heard his voice when
Mr.. Siorey was talking When did the
Bess come il! IL had a quick trip
Not very, til usual time. There.
nov, YOU Do nj need y hand any
longer
,Why do sou take e away, Be,>ie!-
fherr is a ter,s,iag YET. orl rh,se pi cs
of lumb,,.'
'Yss'-and She laughed pie saih-I
,bul you know them as VII as do!
Yon coEd ! a me- t'cre.'
4 IDisA 7 couid. ~ ans ver..d b. Low
his breath. t.r Va. b;l"ines< was sli ia +!
dark horror To ain B Aii.n!'
'H, only asked eb,m TO nish;. # /
shonId % to 'lr,. cirap-l aud >
If he could walk with YOU. Wm-n
are you gong o lie narried!' he added,
abruptly.
But Bessie only pointed out loose
ronni stone in the crossing, as if she did
no, hear The question.
'Mo;her is mol 50 well day, and |
cannot 90 as far as usual she said, as
hey entered IA narrow, crooked street.
How brish' and pleasan, it must look
'ni at The asylum now, with all the ros.
4 blcom.'
Yet. if one coull see them
Richard, you are mol thankful 10 night
'r whai yon can enjoy said The young
irl, earnestly You have a cheerfpl
om'. and fresh sweet scented air and
heerful society,"
Coon. Bessie. Yan mean 'wi,ile you
re shut up in this close street, with .
CD mother, and your bread to gain by /
onr needle 'But then there is Allen,'
I'd the gloomy tone came hack again.
Lei him be there, Bessie answered, d
-cidedly, Pausing AT her own door stone. p
'Ichard, You sang, 'Benedic, animl "
ca this afternoon; remember it on your b
ny home. ! shall 50 long as my moth
has shelter, aad have health and il
rength 10 work for her.. Take care
wv, and look out for the carriages and Il
e crossings. shall have lime for a +,
'actlce hour on Wednesday evening Il
on may ocme TO tea if You like b
The blind mans staff rang upon the b
lvement as he went on his lonely way,
II knowing that she STOOD upon the door II
nne- aud watched far- -hi--2-f~.s- long f
he was in sight. He did not know r
hat should make him so restless and dis n
rbed about this marriage. 1t was right
ID natural, and what he could have h
ished for Bessie. They would be fine. e
paired-ihe high spirited, energetic a
oman and her sailor lover. He so tall, 81
d brOnzed, and sialwart, as Bessie's p
Isband ought 10 be; frank and generous,
sailors ever are. h
Richard Langdon, the blind music sc
'cher, sill lived at the asylum where p
had stu lied his beautiful art. with The .,
'e and confi lence of pupils and. teach ar
;. The rooms were of noble prapor- ar
ms, the grounds fragrant with sweet NJ,
'nfed shrubbery, and cool with the do
ldow of heavy foliage Here he walk
that still Sabbath afternoon, and Ga
ught upon his aimiess, joyless child bo
ID, and what if had had sister like .s
ssie to cheer it. There were many 10,
lrs when his mind preyed upon itself;
lad always been SO ia the pauses of ro,
dy, but never so much as now. =,
30 he wandered down the rose-walks. ste
ening 10 The murmur of voices that to
from the playground beyond the bo
den, and envying the children their ga.
bath rest and peace. But his mind ha,