Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1858-07-29

Der, she was on it,-and with light, untrem-
bling steps half across when both she and l
simultaneously caught sight OF Mr.. Warlng
running for dear life to the other and stronger
bridne, 10 turned to come back but the ex-
| citement was past that had sustained her she
trpmbIed she tottered ran to meet and aid
her. Just then the roots Of the great syca-
more thundered against the dam the foot
I bridge swept down toward us She had all
| bnt reached the end of the timber,-I stood
there to grasp her hand when the old tree,
| whirled down by the torrent struck the other
end of the beam and threw Josephine forward
to the bank, dashing her throbbing, painting
breast with all the force of her fall, against
the hard ground | lifted her in my arms
She was white with pain. Presently she open
cd her eyes and looked up, a flnsh Of rapture
glowed all over her face, and then the awful
mist of DEATH gray and rigid. veiled it. Her
head dropped on my shoulder a sharp cry
and a rush OF scarlet blood passed her lips to-
gether the head lay more heavily,-she was
dead. But Arthur Waring never knew how
or for what she died
| Five years have passed since that day
! Still | live at Nook Cottage but not alone
| OF US three Josephine is in heaven. Lefty
is still troubled upon earth her husband tests
her patience and her temper every hour. but
both temper and patience are in good training
and if ever Henry Maiden is reclaimed, as
begin to sec reason to hope he will be, he will
| owe it TO the continual example and gentle
| goodness of his wife, who has grown from a
! petnIant, thoughtless girl into a lovely, unset
| fish, religious woman. devoted mother and
wife, refined by fire." For me, the last
whenever now | say as | used to say "rhree
of u.s." | mean a new three,-Paul, baby, and
me for 10 was not d prophet Four years
ago, while my heart-achc for her was fresh
and torturing, a new pastor came to the little
church of Valley Mills. Mr.. Lyman was very
good have seen other men with as fine
natural traits, but have never seen a man oil
woman so entirely good. He came to me tc
| console me ; for he, too, had just lost sister
and i'll listening 10 his story | for moment
| forgot my own, os he meant | should But
did not love him,-no, not till | discovered
mouths afterwards, that he suffered inceSSant
| ly from i'll health, and was all alone in the
world | was too much of a woman to resist
such a plea pitied him | tried to take
care of him and when he asked me if | would
like the Office Of sick,nurse, | told him | lk
ed it well enough to wish it were for life and
now, when he wants to light my eyes out o
tnat dreamy expression that tells him | am re
living the past, and thinking of the dead he
tells me, for the sake of the fash that follows
that | offered myself to him Perhaps did
But he is well now the air of the TunXis
hills, and the rest of a quiet life, partly,
hope, good care also, have restored to him his
lost health And am what 10 said should
have been,-a blessed mother, as well as hap
py wife. The baby that lies across my LAP
has traits that endear her to me douby,-
traits of each of US three cousins Josephine's
hair on her little nesting head, Lctty's apple
blossom complexion, and my eyes except thai
they are serene when they are not smiling.
ask only of the love that has given me all this
unexpected joy, that my little 10 may have
one better trait, her fathers heart a stron
ger, tenderer, and purer heart than belonged
to any one among Three Of u.s."