The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1860-11-09

him, SAID repeatedly to myself, but what the
future might bring about | Did not know. The
lost was but an inward breath II never allowed
II to resolve itself into words. / was too proud
and unt Yielding for that. In the meantime,
with this additional sorrow ranking and sting
ing at ny heart, grew thinner and paer than
ever. know that | moved like a shadow a
bout the old place-that there was no sunlight
in my facs-not even quiet, secret happiness
shining from my eye, and yet could not help
1t.
care you i'll, Mrs. Hueson 90
My husband asked the question one morning
as took my seat at the breakfast table. He
spoke IN half starting way, as though at that
moment he saw and comprehended the change
that had had come over me.
81 am quite well" | answered, dropping
my eyes before him.
think he was about to speak but some sud-
den thought checked him. | knew tha, be was
regarding me attentively, but | did not look up.
s'You remain within doors too much, Pm a.
iraui,' he sald, after few moments pause.
II think not, Sir" replied l do not care
to 60 on. very often"
'slf you are unable to walk, there is the
carriage" he went on, as though the matter
troubled him.
"Oh yes, thank you. Some day Will drive
home in IT,
might have spoken IN pitIful way. ! do
no: know. The home to which [ alluded was
ruined, crumbling cottage twelve miles dis
tant, where bad lived with my father and
mother when [ was little child. 1t was all
the home could call nv own.
"Home :" repeated Hupston, his voice 60
INC donn ,,v.,T Topln1v T1nC,tiar tC
-''God pity you !"
looked up little startled. had not heard
him speak so fervently for many months. The
words touched me. In my heart said, IN
voluntarily, as met the deep glance OF bis
eyes
asIt he would not only love me :"
My soul was feeling about n darkness for It's
way. Was il touching the shining track so
soon
After breakfast was over MIR. Hueston went
into the garden and gathered boquet of au-
tunn flowers for my room. As he placed them
IN my hand he asked for few moments con-
yefsalon with me. | sank back into a ch air,
elutching my fingers together among the DELI
cate petals Of the flowers.
81 have something 10 ,el you," he began,
dfawiug hls chair near mine. ''Be patient
with me !; will not task your iorbrarance long.
Ot the past | am not going to speak, Elizabeth
LII IS better dead, and you know lis ways by
heart as well as but of the painful present,
and | trust, 10 you, happier future. You do
not love me, and because Of that your face
whitens day By day. 1t remain here you
vii! die 50 l am going away, leaving you as
| can, that, apart from presence that is dis
| tasteful TO you, you may gather up iiie'S roses
AGAIN. thought that | knew you when was
a stranger to your whole nature. Too late, by
far too late, | learned this. We are all so
wise in our own concets All my wealth is
at your bdding-a poor price, indeed, / know,
for the sacrifice which you have made. That
is all, and may God bless you, Elizabeth ~
Hr held ont his hand to me and mechanical
~ placed mine within it. He raised 10 his
| lips Tor moment, then turned and walked ra-
pIdIy from the room while bowed my head
lower and lower till my face crushed the bios
SONS upon my lap. Hours drtited away ard |
did not move or speak. Through the open
windows the sounds of October We're floating
In-the chiEpins OF the cricket in the CRATE
the little rough song OF the locust and the twit
terng OF the swallows. II was Autumn with
out, Out within my heart there was beautiful
resurrection of lies Spring. Among the flow
ers my tears tell-the first that my eyes lad
known Tor months. The strong, swift waters
of my soul Were unloosed at last, and the sweet,
wiiely love gIimmered through them like sun
shine.
did not obey the summons of the dinner
bell, not even when the good housekee7eF
gravelv hnted that it was the last time that
Mr.. HueSon wouI dine at home before he went
away--he was TO leave by the first train the
next morning-nor in spite OF her solicitious
urging did | 90 down to tea. | knew that Mr..
Hueston would wonder at my absence, and |
was willing that he should When the twilight
had gathered dark and purple through the
house, | went into the paror and opened The
piano--lt had been dumb for months-and
rang out a merry tune. My husband walking
on the piazza, out upon which the low, deep
windows led. He paused moment in his
walk as the sound OF the music fell upon his
ear, then hurried on faster, as if to escape from
Ii. | went 10 the window. His garments
brushed mine as he passed up and down, but he
did not heed me. L knew that my light robe
tuttered the soft breeze, and L thought he
turned away his head that he might not see ii.
| stepped lightly on The piazza and stepped in
his way, holding out my hand to him. He Gid
not take it instead, he retreated few PAGES.
| followed him.
''The night air is chilly and you are with
out mautle,'' he said. "Allow me to lead
you n.'
stood immovable before hlm, with my very
heart breaking upon my lips, and yet coulI
not speak.
"Have you something TO say to me before
go % he asked, bending his head towards
me.
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