The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1860-03-30
NO. 80.

; ster! Then Philip must be married.
She had never thought of his marrying be-
fore. Yet why not 4? He was so good,
so kind, and worthv.to be husband. Yet
still she could not reconcile herself to the
idea. If he was not married she had lost
her brother; and now all the great love
that had been growing in her heart for
months and years burst forth, and she dis
covered it Was not as brother that she
had loved him. lie was her idol, Ter day
star: Life would be very dark without his
smiles; and if those smiles were given to
another what would she do And now
the time so eagerly looked for-the hour
OF his return-instead of filing her heart
with JOY seemed full of misery. All her
dreams of future greatness vanished before
this great grief. She was crushed and
broken hearted. He had loved her only
as sister, while she had unconsciouslv
lavished all her hearts purest love upon
hun, and the awakening was misery-in
tense misery.
But she must NOV let him see this. She
must meethim carmly as sister, and then,
leave them to their happiness.
At length he arrived, bringing with him
beautiful wife, and as he introduced her
to Ellen she could not wonder at bis
choice.
From this time forward, Ellen would not
receive the slightest assistance from Philip
RAY, and it was with the utmost persua
sion she could be induced to remain with
tie family. lie could not account for the
change, but knowing her to have very sen
sitiye feelings in regard to dependence, he
could only ascribe her conduct to that
emotion. She continued her duties, but
the boyant feelings she once possessed were
gone. She buried her grief in the inner.
most depth Of her heart. Her hopes in
this life had faded, her health, always del
icate, now began to fail, and those who
loved her saw with sorrow that she would
not long be with them. She was DYING,
dying of q broken heart. Day after day
| she faded, and all that friends could do had
no power to arrest the doom. She had
never by word or look betrayed her secret
to Philip. lie mourned over her illness
and strove by every human energy to save
life he had so long cherished.
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1t was dull November day. Drearily
the rain beat upon the easement, and the
wind sighed mournfully like human voice
in pain; but neither wind nor rain, how.
ever dreary, could equal the echoes of the
heart of Ellen Atherton
The young heart was breaking. Disease
had fastened on her life, but tie greater
grief lay beyond human power? Long
and tenderly had they watched her fading
The bright spirit would soon be gone
All her dreams-her great ambition-had
yielded to her affections.
Calling Philip to her side, who had dur,
ing her illness been very kind, she said -
Come closer to me, brother. | am dy,
ing No, do not call any one. l would
rather die alone, with only your eyes look,
ing down on me. / have been very happy
through your kindness, but oh, Philip. il
you had never seen me, | should have been
happier. do not reproach you, but, now
that am dying, it will be no sin to con
tess the great love bear you. Not the
love Of sister, wish it were so-but a
love that consumes my very life-a love
blghting my whole existence-a love that
is not returned. | know what you would
say-that you love me very dearly, but the
love | crave is given to another. do not
envy her, but cannot live without it.
Before you came was always so un-
happy. | wanted something to live for
-sornething to love. That was dreary
void in my existence, and although child
my heart knew the sorrow of ripper years.
You brought life, happiness. everything
i had found some oEe who cared for the
lonely little one. Aud when you returned,
bringing another to share your life, my
heart was crushed. There is no one but
you in the wide world that love, and very
few love me, an orphan. You have my
whole hearts love--pure and true. But
you will think of me sometimes, will you
not? You will think of The little girl you
once protected, and shed a tear to her
memory Life is full of gladness to many.
1t was 50 to me, but now | would rather
GO Clasp me closer, darling, ! am dying.'
The large eyes threw one long look Of
unutterable love which he never forgot,
and she was gone. And as he crossed the
small white hands across her heart that
would never throb with JOY or pain again.
and kissed the sweet eyes that would new
er be filled with tears, deep emotion shook
his frame, and the strong man wept like a
child.
There are many graves in the church
yard--many graves over which the flowers
bloom; aud often in the summertime a
tall, fine looking man may be seen bending
over grave whose tombstone has simply
the inscription Ellen PhiIip Rays wife
never knew the secret Of those last mo
meuts: Why should she:
4 TRUTHFUL AND CHEAP BAROMETER
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