The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1859-11-04
abide, with ruined windows and blackep.


to gladden. listening oars--no soft even.
ing hymn hushed slumbering babies to
rest--no ehilaren's eager eyes looked in
to the embers. Il was the stateliest
house, BY far, in the village lofty man
sion, cleaning white through the trees,
with the roof supported by massive pill
lars. Nowhere did the evening ERE burh
brighter, but into il looked two old people
worn and sorrowful, with the shadows Of
grief and time upon their shrivoled faces
1.-TWO who had forgotten, long ago, their
youths fair castles-who looked back
over wasted fields Of memory, where not
even setting sun rays glided the monu-
ments built 10 their dead hopes.
They sat there silently. They had
sat silently ever since the darkness gath
cred. The loftily, well furnished room
was lighted only by the wood fires glow
and in the corners strange shadows seem
ed to gather, with beckoned hands and
white brows cleaning spectrally through
the darkness. Toward them, now and
then, the wife looked with anxious, search.
ing gazei then turned back again toward
the FIRE and clOsped her hands over the
heart that had learned through many trials
the hard lesson Of patience.
Judge Howard was a stern, self-con-
tanned man. In his native. town, where
he had passed all his life, none stood
higher in public esteem. Toward the
poor he Os liberal-towards his neigh
bors just and friendlyj yet, for'all that he
was a hard man whose will was iron,
whose habits were granite. His wife
had come TO know this, even in her hon
ey moon. The knowledge was endorsed
by her sad waiting face, her restrained
manners.
His daughter, Caroline, his only child,
had learned it early, and her father be-
came to her as an object Of fear as Of ten
derness.
And yet he loved those two with a
strength which more yieldings could NOT
have fathomed. When his child was
first put into his arms, when her frail help
less hands gropod blindly at his own, he
felt the strong thrill of fatherhood sweep
over him. For the moment il swellet
his soul, irradiated his face, but did moi
permanently change or sOften his nature
As she grew toward woman-hood and her
bright head cleaning in his path, was the
fairest sight earth held, her ringing voice
the sweetest music, he never gratifet
her whims, nor always yielded to her rea
sonable wishes.
At length love came to her. She gave
her heart to one whose father Judg,
Howard hated. James Huntley and h,
hadbeen young together, and feud hac
risen between them which Rufus How
ards stern nature allowed him neither tC
forget nor forgive. He had yet to learr
the lesson holier than philosophy, loftei
than all the teachings Of seers and sages
!, the lesson our Saviour lived and wrought
aye, and died to teach, Of forgiveness ever
for our enemies-prayer for those VIII,
have spiteiully used us and persecute
us. His former enemy was dead, now
but not so the Judges hate. IthNd bee
transmitted, like real estate, the dea
mans heir, and so he forbade his daugh
ter to marry him; and sternly bade he
choose between parents and lover.
She inherited her fathers strong will
and she put her hand in Richard Hum
ley's and went forth-she would not hay
been her fathers child if she had not
without tear.
From that time, for ten years, her nam
had been a forbidden word. Letters sh
had written at first, during her banish
ment, but they had been sent back M
opened, and for years no voice or toxic
had come to tell whether she were dea
OF living. Therefore the mother locke
shudderingly into the shadow-haunte
corners in the long twilights, and almos
believed that she saw there the face 70
which her mother heart had yearned, mo
mently, all those years.
Judge Howard loves his wife too--oh
but ifshe knew III Every outline O
that sad, waiting face, every thread O
that silver hair, was dearer TO him nOV
than when bridal roses crowned the gir
bride he had chosen, but his lips neye
"n soothed away the sadness Of the patien
OF face.
M at is terrible nigh" he said at lengt
'Se rOusing himself from his long silence
zen In the pause after his words you eoul
ys, hear how the wind shook the house ,grOaT
eau ed among the trees, and sighed along tn
Ses garden walk.
IN ayes, a terrible night" his wife ar
wered with a shudder. "God grant n
ct poor soul may be out in it shelterless."
tile "Ameni ! would take in my worst er
gs' emy on such night as this"
Of His worst enemy; but would he haV
ash taken in his own child; tho daughter wit
VS. his blood in her veins, fed at once at b
'w- boardi warmed at his hearth! II th
ge- question crossed the wife's mind, she gsV
ing no utterance.
@shali light the candle, Rufusl" d
the asked meekly.
ten ayes, il is almost bedtime. had 70
sed gotten how long we were sitting in Il
pfa 5t T,,,;u .o.d Do,y and than We aha