The Portage County Democrat. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1860-02-01

ioho" you 10 the graveyard, rather than
see you the wreck of what you once were.-
Better the death OF the body than ruin
SOUL z.zs.-. f -. i
Well, my lady. if that's been your wis
you needn't have been SO long telling it. T.,
oeen willing, any time within the last &,
years to leave you and glad of the chance
NO wife shall tell me the second time th.
when went over her threshold for the la.
ume 1t would be q happy hour for her.
wish you every possible joy of your releass
madam am now going out of your doc
for the last tire.' ss vi -s.9s -. - y
AS be spoke be sprang from the room.-
ibe cold wind streamed in for brief secont
and put the candle-light out-the chambe
= was buried in darkness zaIs
Not sound came from the woman's Inns
as she sat there. for long time. Then. whe,
thought had racsed her soul beyond the no "
er of silent endurance. she moaned and sob
Ebed' and wept as if her very heart woulc
break a4a - @
Mamma cried littls voice in the dark
ness--,are you here mamma p is that yor
crying p szsod 7.sd'
Hush. my darling-hush-and sleep it i.
very late.' scpsaa s.J sr1a1. 1H
Has papa come yet Iwant to kiss him
U ! how that innocent question smote her
heart |! She had driven one whom her little
child eonld still love, still caress with infautine
tenderness, from bis bome For a moment
her pulses almost stopped with horror, as she
remembe'e ed the calm, steady way in which he
took leave of her. Sne buried to strike a
hight, 1t shone directly upon upon the por
trait of her husband, as he was ON his mar
rage day ; and clasping her hands, she stood
breathless, scanning those almost faultless
Inca ments~o 'f Then fearful thought took pos.
session of her. %! / was too basty,' she
she cried. have said too much. and NAV
have his death 10 answer for ae
Springing to the entrance, she flew down
the stairs, unlatched the door, and standing on
the stone step, called the name of her husband
Repeatedly .ss9s5l. y. -r ,.15..s s5.....
20 which way could he have gone ?: she
walled, striving to look through the thick
darkness. and feeling the sharp drops of fine
ram striking against her face. s,szs t...
Out she sped into the stormy night; ran
breathlessly, 6rst 30 one corner, then to an
other ) but not a sound, save the distant bay.
ing of watch-dogs, could she hear Almost
frantic, she flew from street TO street. peeriinp
into the dark porcbes of the houses. 1t was
nearly midnight, and she met nc one ON the
way Recalled to herself, at last, by the we.
clinging of her garments around her limbs,
and the chill tremors that shot through her
frame, she sobbingly took her way home ard.
and entered TO find her little May grieving and
calling for father and mother. @ :. =
q Bot why didn't you bring papa ? want
to kiss papa cried the child . sos
My May will never kiss papa again, fear,'
murmured the sorrowful woman, soothing the
child in her arms t-fa
That night of long intense agonyl That
watching for the morning When it came
that pale, haggard face, that looked out from
the window, so tearless-so stony-yet so
awfuly grief-struck
o'ene h'oi succeeuing, prostrated the
mother, and when she came up from the very
brink OF the grave, they dared not tell her till
months of convalescence had established her
health again. that two weeks after Henry Rem
ington had left his home, a bloa,ed and dis6p
ured body, supposed to be bis though there
were but few marks of recognition on the
corpse, was found in the river.
Even then, as she learned the sad truth
reason almost fed, and from that hour Helent
Remington was changed woman. Gather
ing up her household treasures, she sold the
pretty tenement that was her own, a gift from
her father, and bought very small cottage
with few humble rooms Thither sh. moved
with her little daughter, whose artless prattle
about papa stung her poer heart sometimes
almost to madness. Relatives and friends Of II
Tered her a home. but though most keenIy
sensible of their kindness, she refused them {
ALL She wished no eye but that of God toi {
be witness of her daily grief, and TINS chose {
life of independence. embittered though it q
would ever be by remorse. 1T I
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Ten years passed by, and yet Helen Rem. e
ngton lived ia her desolate home with her 4
laughter, mourning and sorrowfal woman. q
bearing about with her the consciousness that +
Ter passionate words-her want of Christ.like II
orbearance, had sent a soul unprepared into t
eternity. She still dressed in;deep mourning, 8
IND those who saw her said that such sorrow h
must be genuine, for her dark eye as sunken d
mo dlm-and the hair though yet abundant, S
vas mixed with threads of silver 81 f.f- "
Ella-now growing into womanhood, alta
ended the village academy. 1t was a long Il
distance from her home but one day she re N
armed with her face flushed more than usual. Il
nd standing in front of her fathers portrait, c,
he exclaimed, 80 how like it wasp ia
What are you speaking Of Ella asked
er mother. - sIe.i.l-s.,-. ltl
As was coming home, mother, I saw a
entleman who looked so much like poor faith 3,
r. And he kept his eyes oa me till l had In
assed him. =;
'Whe could it be, 1 wonder, where did YOU W
se him, Ella fisog 80 ssazis6 boz - =,
AT the corner of the avenue opposite our tn
caademy, He was in carriage, and the ii,
orses-there were two-stood quite STILL as ar
1ey had been standing long while. He es
'oked at all the girls as they came out, but at
e fancied more than the rest.o III
1t was only your Imagination, my dear, ,e
nd her mother quietly, though her heart was 81
rangely stirred 5T !,