Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1860-11-01
led EVERY THURSDAY AT TOWAN BRADFORD COUNTY, Pa OMERA GOODRICH

spell must last while the life stream ebbs
| through its mystic channels"
Q, now you are making real love story
of it, Who would ever have thought of any
thing romantic in Maggie Nelson's history p
Much of the romantic aboundS in the his
| tory of every person. Could we unclasp the
sealed volume of the hearts that throb unnot-
cd around us, we should read the tale of bliss
or woe, which is only successfully initiated by
wr tiers of fiction"
Initiated Why do you really suppose
that people have such feelings aud suferings
as we read off in stories ~
Stories OF fiction are of course ezaggera.
tons, so far as the writer's are concerned vet
no human imagination can realise-no pen
however graphic, diineGte the sorrows that
corrode the secret springs of life in many q
heart that is veiled from US by mantle of
coldnesS and reserve. We seek the dreams of
imaginative writers to vile away the idle
hours, and forge.in their perusal the hearts
that are suffering, wasting away under diSap-
poutment aud frutleSs eXert;onS that are
throbbing with anguish under our very eve
and breaking uader concealed tortures for
which human language has no sign"
" But did she love uuwoEthiIy Was she
won like other silly damsels by fair face aud
iue speeches 7"
4" No She made good choice. so said The
world Horace Nelson was one of the worlds
fayorities an cnly son, the beloved of his
father, the JOY and pride of his mother and sis
ters He possessed talent Of no common order,
had won the highest collegiate heuors, aud
had been admitted 10 practise at the bar with
a high reputation for forensic abilities All
went brightly for awhile with Margaret. The
years swept by on happy pinions and the young
wife became happy mother. Aud when the
bright blue orbS Of her young son looked Smi.-
ingIy upon her from day TO day, she felt how
great was the responsibility resting upon her
glad aud loving spirit to train him up for hap
piue>S, for honor, and high usefulness.
His morning had dawned brightly, but what
was the nCCutjde of his life 10 disclose p
Years passed on. and the mothers love and
pride grew stronger in the heart Of Margaret,
and SO absorbed was she in the guidance of
that young immortal entrusted to her care that
she failed at first to notice the occasional long
absence of the husband she GdOrad. But as
time sped by with noi>ecSS wing her heart be-
gan to feel that a change had passed upon that
heart where her own rey0Sed She could not
own TO herself that he, 50 loved. 50 trusted,
could fall from the high place where her ador.
ug soG had enshrjmed him but al last the
fearful ruth was pressed upon her bleeding
heart, and she bowed her head In agony to the
painful assurance that her husband was hope
less iuebri2tc.
Then come the long DAYS Of alternate hope
aud tear the lonely night yLiIS which sorrow
held by The deSecrated shrine OF welded life ::
the bitter tears Oi hopleSs misery, that bring
no relief 10 the breaking heart Seasons Of
weary neglect passed away the roses paled on
the cheek of that devoted wife. yet she still
hoped on--hoped even against hope, that the
hour Of redemption might yet arrive, aud the
/ idol Of her young love be freed from the blight
+ inc curse that rested on bis Scul
Cares pressed heartily upon her. other chill
dren clustered around her,-unhappy recipi-
entS Of a mothers hopesS love. Day by dav.
and year by year, that once bright nome grew
dlrh ana gloomy and a, last The spectre.
want threw her balefuL shadow over The home
circle and such wretcaedaeSs rs cannot be
portrayed, was the bitter portion of Margaret
Who can imagine the agoUy-the darkness
and DISSOLUTION that presses on the heart Of the
lonely and neglected wife, az she sits through
long night hours. watching fhe radiant stars
lhat shine so coldiv on their thrones Of light
while he who Swore at the altar to protect
and cherish while life should last, IS debasiug
The godhke intellect which proves hin. akin to
the angels How often she kaelt in her deSola
ton. and prayed that he who hnShed 90 peace
the stormy waters OF GaIee. would still the
wild tempest Of sorrow, and once more bind
her brow With the galarnd of peace She had
4 h -
her parents were dead and their wealth had
passed into the hands Of strangers A sad lot
was hers YET she never wayered 10 the high
faith which had shed halo around her young
spirit and she walked humbiy, truStinglv.
though sorrowfuliy along her weary way,
striving with wOmanS hopeful love to shield
her boy from the cOntamlnatiOns Of 3 large
city But her son wearled of the close, hot air
of the miserable rooms which poverty obliged
them to occupy He must play in the clear
bright sunshine that glanced on the flashing
waters, and drink in the pure breeZes Of heav-
en-, that came cool and fresh from the SHIN
mering seas, or waited the aroma Of blossoms
from the green fields and Towering shrubs
o that some angel might meet the children OF
the poor, when they c0ngregate together in the
crowded streets OF great cities George Mel
son had 20 father no kiad heart TO watch
over his young footsteps, and lead his active
spirit in the way that leads to purity aud peace
Dearly as he loved bis mother and the little
sisters tha, looked sadly on him With their soft
bright eyes, vet the sight of their privatiOn
was working a curse on bis sensitive spirit.
None can guess. save those who have wit
messed The result. how wrong aud sorrow can
warp the young soul, and drag it down from
il loveliae&s and innocence. niSrespect au-
ger, ta.rs3, took the place of that confding
lo7e, which is the chllds only safeguard from