Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1859-07-28


that carries with it joy on the wings O
the future.
Early morning and Herbert Yelling
ton was leaving his country home, for
life in town, Eugene had walked with hin
to the village, half a mile distant-haC
held his hand in his own "good bye
and, now slowly with bowed head. wai
retracing his steps-a rustic by his side
"a faint foot step, and Amy Lees sill
very voice arouses him Eugene is i
you? thought it must be your steT
so sure and strong | should know il
anywhere but tell me, is your brother
gone"
Eugene started. How came she there
alone. "Any-Miss Lee!"
Call me Amy said she, that is best.
I always heard my dear mothers dear
tones echoed in that name !"
Her companion paused he saw her
weak, and trembling from the over-exer
ton ef her long walk. He dared not
question her why she came, bat seeing
her agitation, with ready tact strove tc
turn her thoughts in a different direc
ton.
do you like v%iolets, Amy there are
some beautiful ones growing here, close
by the wayside You looked tired-come
and rest beneath this beech my coat
will make a nice seat /; there !-are you
comfortable? Now, which will you have
blue or white"
blue or white" repeated Any dream
ingly-" white is hopes color-and then
as if suddenly reccollecting herself, "she
said. " Gather me both | always loved
%violets and you Eugene, used to gather
them for me years aud years ago. Dc
you remember down by the brook how
beautiful it was? The tall, straight pop
lars just above the bridge, the bending
willows that kissed its banks, the gold
en- buttercups and dandelions. Oh
Eugene! 1t seems as if l would willing
ly shut my eyes if 1 might only look or
that sweet spot once more"
The tears fell thick and fast while she
spoke, but she saw them not neither the
trembling hand. Oh, had he eve for
gotten? Was not the memory of these
happy hours far back in the past, shrined
in his heart never to be given up?
"Are you happy E~ugene?" continued
Amy, as he returned and seated hersel
by her side.
Happy p said he. why should I no
be-"
Il don't know, I am sure" replied
Amy "only it seems sometimes Sc
strange that any m can be glad. Die
you know my world was covered with
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yer livery?' 1 can think how easy i
would be.
To lie down like a tired child and dream away thi
life of care;
but oh! to live-to know how to live !"
Don't. don't, dear Amy" said Eugene
here take these had nearly forgot
ten them. Does not the fragrance of thei
soft leaves send one little ray of light tt
your heart? Oh, Amy, you may yet lool
up at the blue sky. We will still hope
God never forSakes u.s."
"'Tis not that, good Eugene-not thu
loss of eyesight that so much deplore
but the loss Of something tar more valua
ble-faith in the love of one dearer to MT
than life the fading of that brigh
dream brings a night indeed, for my sou
walks in darkness. Oh, why did he no
come Just once more-this last morning
But What was | talking about? 1t i
so chilly here take me home"
A death-like paleness stole over he
countenance, the white fingers c%onvulsiye
ly clutched the frail v%iolets, and Amy Lee
had lost herself in sweet unconscious
ness.
Eugene lifted the slight form in hi
arms for a moment he staggered, no
with the weight Of his burden-he coul(
carry the fraiI girl as easily as an infant
but pent-up emotions, long %slumberinG
beneath a calm exterior, for a momen
obtained the mastery-his lips touched
the pale brow. Gathering strength, h
soon reached her home, when restora
tives were Immediately applied, but all t.
no purpose, and Eugene hurriedly depart
ed for a physician.
A long illness folloWed-we will no
call it painful, or forgetfulaess shut GU
all the unpleasant present it was thu
awakening, the long convalesence tina
was painful. Eugene came every day t.
inquire after the invalid, his kind voice
modulated to a sick room murmur, sooI
come to be very grateful to the wear,
girl. AS she grew better be would tall
to her for long hours, but never Of him
self. His mind seemed ~overrunning will
the most beautiful conceptions she lived
as it we're, in an ideal world, of whicl
she alone possessed the magic key. Hi
had been a strong inner lite-outwardl.
it had been calm and beautiful-but
wanted the warm light and delicat
coloring that was now making it whole
The blind girl was persuipg with he
souls keen vision, a new volume-wba
did she find ? The well kept secret o
long years-love, earnest, pure, refined
sympathy strong and deep. This sh
read with her spirits eye but both wer'
silent.
CHAPTER III.
"Does Widow Lee live here ?" aske'