Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1859-05-21

not 10 love with his wife. Mr.. Warenne would
never have discovered it. for the curate was
as assiduous in his attentions TO her as II
these were their courtng days.
Clary gave no sign that anything had hap.
pened to greve her; but she was relieved
when tea was over, and George went out
with MIR. Warenne to show him the village,
which was considered pretty by strangers,
aud which had been heaven to her. She had
been very happy with her young husband,
and had fonnd nothing wanting to her con-
tent; but now, rs the two walked away
through the garden, she stood watching them
with clasped bands and tears in her sunny
eyes, repeating under her breath, George
said he did not love me he married me for
pity What shall do2 What shall do ~
| Perhaps many young wives in Clnry's pain
ful position would have made virtue of
proclaming their wrong, and inhicting misery
on themselves and belpmates; but not so
Georges grl.wife. Her first impulse was
against herself, that she should have been so
blind as not to see that it was a sacrifice and
not JOY to him to marry her; but then she
reasoned that it was done, irrevocably. and
that she could only fret and disturb his
overheard so she kept it to herself, and
only tried to make him love her better.
"Though be does not love me, | know he
would miss me and be very sorry il we're
gone" she said in her heart and after a
while the sore pain that first stab had given
her had passed away, and the same bright
face smiled by his hearth the same light
tripping feet went by his side, and the same
afectionate sanshine filled his house as here.
tofore.
There was plenty of work in his parish for
Mr. Melvil, for his rector was rarely at home
but the young clergyman took n conscientious
view Of his post, and did his utmost. Cary
was great bel p to him. The cottagsrs
liked her, and the scbool.children liked her.
The people, and the squire at the head Of
them, said the Melvils were an acquisition
to the parish, and ~ 6 might they stay there
The young wife, especially, was beloved ;
those who were in trouble said she seemed
to know how to talk to them about faith,
patience and comfort, better .han the curate
himself, though what trials could she have
known at her age2
! In the village there we're many ladies,
single and double, portonless aud well dow.
cred, pretty and plain, but among the whole
troop, had the curate been free to choose, he
could not have found one to suit him half SO
well as Clary.
| Greenfield haG its drawbacks, as well as its
delights like other pretty villages aud one
Of the most serious Of these was o tendency
to low fever when the spring season had bee
unusually damp.
A beck that ran across the green over
flowed in the rains, and when it retired to
its bed, left behind deposit that bred pes.
tilertial vapors that poisoned the lives of the
people. The curate's cottage stood high
and out Of the Influence OF the baleful sxha.
! oti hntb II e.
among the poor and exposed him daily TO
the contagion. No danger would have made
! him evade these duties heavier at this sea.
son than any other but when fever was in
the village, he laid his commands on Clary
that she should stay at home and Cary
stayed, like the obedient little wife she was,
instead Of being foolishly heroic, and adding
! to his inevitable anXieties
| But Clary watched him with furtive ten.
| derness all the time, and was ever ready with
! dry clething and warm slippers when be re.
! turned home, to spare him the risk of cold.
| But what was to be came to pass for oil her
! Love and all her care!
One steumy April night, after long and
! tAtpuing afternoon on the Marsh, as the
| lower part of Greenfield was called, the Gu
rate came home, ready to sink with weari-
ness, and complaining Of pain in his head
and sickness. Clary stole out Of the room,
and dispatched the Irish treasure to summon
the doctor. When the doctor came he Or
dered George to bed, and said be hoped to
set him up again in few days. But, instead
of improving, George grew worse; the fever
ravaged his frame terribly, and be was delri.
GUS day after day. This went on to the eli
max OF the disorder, and then it took favor
able turn; but a long season Of uselessness
and inaction lay before tie curate. lie must
leave Greenfield for sea.air, and lie by for
months. Meanwhile his absence must be
supplied by another clergyman.
These inevitable musts, SO trivial to other
people who have long purses, were purely
and simply sentence of destitution to tho
Melvils. George wanted to stay at home,
and get occasional help from his neighboring
clergy but Clary made up a determined
little face. and said mo" They must go
over to the Isle of Wight for the summer
months, and regain health and strength for
him. even if Greenfield had to be resigned
altogether.
Clary managed somehow; she would not
give details, on the plea that George must
keep his mind quiet; and in the beginning OF
June they found themselves lodged in a retr-
ed farm cottage, standing in the midst Of q
delicious meadows, with q view of glorious
boy, cliffs and distant towns. They luxuria.
ted in the beauty around them like pair of
happy children; and, though George was not
in love with his sunsbiny little wife. he would
have got on there very differently without her
She petted and ndulged him to that extent
that he grew stout, and strong, and selfish
very fast indeed and would sometimes have
forgotten how very i'll be had been if she had
not watched him and taken such extraordi-
nary care Of him. She liked to hear herself
claimed in bis short, imperative way il show
ed at any rate, that she was needful to him.
If she had gone into the polished farm. kitch.
en- 10 superiDtend or to concoct with her own
hands some wonderful tempting dish, to coax
his delicate appetite, presently be was heard
from the paror or garden crying out, "Clary,
what are you doing? ] want you" Then.
when she appeared, with fowry little paws
and fire. e-besten cheek, he would just look up
at her and say "Why you run away and
leave me Tor hours together, Clary 7" and she
would laugh and tell him she had not been
gone ten minutes-what did be mean and
then disappear again. Sometimes he would
come into the kitchen himself, and sit down
in Farmer Hoods great chair, and follow her
about with bis hollow eyes. and finally take
her of. with his arms around her waist-sl.
though he was not bit in love, and only pi-
| tieo her