The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1858-12-18
came down upon her all the harder .hs.
she had not schoolcd herself to feel its


came down upon her all the harder that
she had not schoolcd herself to feel its
approach.
1t was hard to see him parting with
the mute evidence of his brief happiness. |
Every window where he had sat with her.
every arbor where they had rested, every
tree under whose shades he had walk d, !
and every object associated with her
name, all received farewell look.
Chow can part with you, dearest ?"
he would ask, after his painful journey
around the rooms and garden.
eugene . do not mention it, she
said; "you will break my heart"
"But you must hear it, Hortcnse. | |
cannot stay with you much longer
Thank Heaven that l leave you above
want. Promise Inc, dear, that you new.
er will leave this home. Trust me, | |
will be with you in spirit, wheuthe form
l. laid in the earth; watching guarding,
if possible, speaking to YOU"
1t was his last night on earth. When
the morn broke, his eyes were closed in
the slumber of death.
Hortcnsc wandered for months about
her beautiful home like perturbed spir-
it. There was nothing that had been
touched by Eugene that had not SOL
emn and sacred ualuc in her eyes. The
trees he had planted, the bowers he had
formed, all had meaning to her that no
one else could understand; and yet upon
each one of these, and upou her whole
heart and life, seemed written, 'the glo-
ry has departed!"
1t is time to go back to Mr. Valentin,
and see what became of the fond husband,
the courageous adventurer. At first he
was almost distracted at the thought of
parting from Hortense, bat once the Ru-
bicon passed he became more calm. n
few years, he thought, would find them
| together never to part more; and perhaps
they would be all the happier for the sep
| aration.
Full of hope he went to the gold mines
of Australia. Day by day he wrought
there, Ct during hardships never heard
ofkk cfore, but bearing them with the
courage and fortitude of hero Ever
before him was the image of Hortense-
1t nerved his arm in the rough mines
when he struck his iron into the gold
yielding soil; it soothcd him when he lay
burning with fever, in a rude shanty in
the mountains. His thoughts by day
aud his dreams by night were of Hortense.
Not word, however, ever reached him
from her, and often he shuddercd at the
fearful probabilities that arose to his
mind. liortense might be sick, suffer
ing; might deem him dead or unfaithful;
no that could never be, she would have
faith in the sun. Come what would, she
would not be shaken in her trust. But
as he lay in the miserable shed which
held his sick bed, he would have given
worlds for one glance from her eye, one
pressure of her hand to know that he
was not forgotten; aud as he watched tho
stars overhead, shining through tho
creyices of the low roof, he thought that
if Hortensc were dead, she would appear
to him then ia his need
The rude miners were too intent upor
gain to watch beside bis bed, and many
were the long days and nights in which
l.. he Law unattended. Aid came at last il
the shape ola child-a young boy who's
father is at work IN the mines, aud who's
. mother supported herself and child b,
washing. Hours did little Ben Cole 81
r beside him, watching every movement
3, and striving to give him case; or bring
ING water from the spring he would bath
I 4 hi I la han
= 4 tender nurse, indeed, was little Ben
a and on his recovery, Mr.. Valentln mad
c the laundress happy by providing for tn
: boy.
l. MIR. Valeutn had been richly rewarde
for his enterprise. Gold had shoSere
8 in upon lin in almost fabulous profusio
3, and now he seriously thought of return
e inp home. Somewhat cnfcebled by h
y late illness, he was struck with disma
A. at being again Frustrated, and to lin
ID that his disorder was the dreaded sm'
ID nox. That he lived through this vi
is oaly because his constitution was SO e.
s celient that even this enemy could n
Id vapouish it. He did live, but his ON
ID mother would not have known him,
deeply SCARED and disfgured had he
v come With his irst returning streng
he he sat out for home. Hortcnsc Mo
- treal were now the beginning and t
to end of his aspirations. One thing on
u. marrea his Joy on the homeward route
No Would Hortense love the Scared and d
toured face that looked at hlln from
il little glass in his cabin! Would she
elf dure the long shaggy beard with whl
v, he was enabled to cover part ot
he deep scars.
fe, lie had taken passage in an Americ
- vessel bound for New York. he arrlN
'ov safely. aud the next hour saw him on
M wav to Montreal He bent his cou
ed, to the ncighborhood where Hortense
or. nroposed going after his departure: !,
md iaauired everywhere for Madame 'aI
us tin No Que knew her. lie himself
ar not recognized, even when he haun
the old place of business. Anothern'
as of course, was upon the familiar do
as aud hither he turned his steps to SCI
in hgnIy some old friend Of former d
red might not have heard of her. Even
name was unfamiliar, or pretended to
.om and vet the person he asked was
,od ,,. he remembered as plotting zoal'
srr whV", Il to his dinner parties.
cry "They will rcmems~ a vale,
est find that | am rich again, Saw
to to himself, bitterly
hus He turned into by street, aud sa
:. beggor sitting in the sunshine. 1t
Hiss the most cordial and happy face that
ced met his gaze since he came back
Eu- man did not ask for anything either
hun show him the withered arm that h
'ieh loosely under his coat; and hopeless as
his =. .nnnnI he thnunht he vi