Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1860-12-05

When dle, continued the bereft
one, you will see that am placed be.
side Rachel. On our tomb YOU will have
engraved, 'Thoy were lovely in their
lives and in their deaths they were not
divided ,"
" Yes, brother" said Anabel, with q
little hysterical sob.
You will have the last pocket-hand-
kerchief Rachel used to place over my
face. "
"Yes, replied Anabel.
My will you will find in the tin case.
| have left everything to Myra and your
self "
40, thank you, dear brother How
considerate in you
My death will be your gain, Anabel."
and The beroaved' sighed submissively.
my precious brother don't suggest
such thing But you know have long
wished to go to Europe, and your lamen>
ted death will give me an opportunity Of
doing So
"Go, go, enjoy what leave you, Ana
bel. The day will come when like me,
you must lie down in the dust. | have
heaped up riches, "
For me to enjoy How kind in you
brother. Good bye" And Anabel ex-
tended her hand
l. What do 80 you mean ?' said Angus.
tus drawing back angrily.
80, | crave your pardon; | really for
'got, dreamed had read your will, and
was just leavi Ig for Europe "
1 may live many years yet, - said Au,
gustus moodily.
Certainly, only thought you had re.
solved to die. ! began to fear you con-
templated suicide" "
am miserable enough for anything
believe | will go to the club. "
Pray do no doubt it will help you to
| forget Rachel.
i do not wish to forget her; the heart
that has truly loved never forgets.
40, no, Augustus, not exactly forget
her; only soften your giant grief that ls
wearing away your very life. "
Augustus stood a moment ard contem.
plated the fair face of the deceased Ra-
chel then as if overcome by the remem.
brance of the past, he snatched up the
deeply-craped hat that stood on the Ia
Bile and Hended his way to the club, too
much afflicted to stay quietly at home.
The next morning, at breakfast, he
looked up from his plate and said in
dismal tome" Anabel, you will pleaao
never aIlude to my marrying again. You
wounded my heart beyond expression last
night"
80, dear brother, am very sorry but
havo known ofseyeral gentlemen who,
when they were unfortunate enough to
lose their wife, found another, and
thought----'
"Hush hush not another word on
this sad subject"
Three months passed slowly, but sadly.
Rachel was in her grave, and ita long
shadow fell gloomtly on Augustus heart
and hearth. a weeping willow had
been planted over the dreary mound, and
waved its loug limbs solemly in the breeze.
A few fragrant violets grew out OF poor
RacheEs head-that is, the head OF her
grave; and at her feet white rosebud
iloruished in charming luxuriancc. 1t
was q dainty little spot, poor Rachels
grave, and here Augustus paid a visit ey-
cry time he spied the churchyard gates.
Here he stood on Sunday to think of RAJ
chel, perhaps, or to gaze more conve-
nienlly at the girlish beauty Of Miss Viii
lers as she tripped through the church.
yard into the side door Of the church
This last idea was promulgated by those
proverbially spiteful creautares-;he old
maids Of the church, who, having lost all
their youth, envy the young, and who are
as crazy to get married at forty years as
they were al twenty, and who tear to
shreds the characters Of their more fortu-
nate sisters, who win in tho worlds lottery
that prlze-a husband. So said Augustus
Yhen Annabel told him of sundry re-
marks that had been made concerning
him.
But it was not an old maid that Sian.
dered you, Agustus; it was q married lady.
Mrs. Montjoy says she has watched you
in church. and you look out of the win
dow with one fearful eye on Rsohel's
grave, while the other is exploring the
pretty face of Miss Villers. She even
says she saw you last Sunday gather a bo>
quet from Rachel's grave, and presented
it to Miss Nillers as she was going into
church, who, placing 1t to her Grecian
nose, thanked you with her sweetest
smile, little dreaming il 'smelt of mortal
| ity.' Poor dear Rachel, don't know
how she would relish furnishing boquets
for her rival, don't say this, Augustus,
Mrs. Montjoy said it. Don't frown so an
grily, Of course | don't belevea word Of
1T. | know how deyotedly attached you
were to dear Rachel, and how you plant
ed her grave, and even took the watering
pot in your hands and watered the plants
to make them grow, and how you treasu-
red up in tissue paper the last handkerS
chief She used, and how you put her bon
net on table, aud had a little railing
built around it to keep profane hands
away, and how touchinglJ you draped her
picture in Grape! o, now, | know you
will never, never marry again"
Augustus was silent. Was it ominous
Four months and two weeks-then a
tall tombstone reared its lofty head amid
ts sister tOmbs in the church-yard. 1t
was a charming device-a stone figure
bending over q stone urn, which urn was
supposed to contain the ashes of the de,
parted Rachel
"What is this, my dear" asked Mr.
MonGoy, as he stood before the cleaning
marble. 'ls this figure the bereaved nus.
band"
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