The penny press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1859-1860, 1860-02-16

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$50 moi Would i were there, too.p
"sfhis is positively wicked; indeed it is
You must not talk 50; Rachel would no
approve of it."
"Ahl poor, dear Rachel" moaned Au
gustus piteously.
"Come, now, take something to sootf
you, and then 20 to bed. Good night
don't despair; you will be happy yet
Augustus answered, "Neyer, never,
and he continued repeating like Poe'l
dismal raven, Never, nevermorer until
the door closed upon Anabel, and ht
was left alone with his everlasting
grief, and dismally draped portrait of The
lost Rachel looking down grimly from..ths
wall.
On reaching her room, Anabel threw
herself into q chair, and laughed more
heartily than was becoming, considering
that dear Rachel had only been placed
in her grave that morning.
II really do believe that after all, Au
gustus will die Of grief. You have nc
idea, Myra, how devotedly he was at
tached to dear Rachel"
Indeed and Myra raised her proud
calm eyes, and looked at her.
He enjoyed such l,liss with his poor
Rachel, that his married life was perpet-
ual feast Of nectar'd sweetsl
When did he make that discovery
A few hours ago, dear sister, He il
perfectly inconsolable, / assure you. l
tried my very best at soothing him, but
it is of no use. He will not be comforted
butts hopelessly wretcbed.
"Time is powerful soother, responded
Myra Leave the work to him: he will
do it most effectually, no doubt As the
poet expressed it
"Time, that aged nurse. rocked me to patience"
0, never, never. Why, my dear sister,
you don't know how dearly he loved her.
He never will get over it, | assure you he
will not How we must have wronged
him in supposing that he married Rachel
for money! Oh no, it was genuine love
that induced him to take for his father
in-law that vulgar, fat old plebeian, Peter
Smidt, Esq. And he has grown 80 pious,
too, l know he will end it by becoming
minister: his terrible grief has turned all
his thoughts heavenward.
I am happy to hear it, responded Myra,
quietly, for they were very far from that
direction before.
Weeks progressed, but Augustus re-
mained shrouded in woe: not one ray
of peace had warmed up his deadened
heart. He would write on nothing but
black,edged paper; covered every article
that had belonged to dear Rachel with
black Grape; shut up her chamber, and
every time he passed the closed door
shuddered as if he saw her pale ghost
stalking about read her printed obituary
at night before retiring, and paid his
devotions to her pictured form almost
hourly. He kept the last pockethand-
kerchief she had used carefully folded up
in tissue paper among his shaving arti-
cles. His sister began to think that he
would never get over it, and as to his
again-never, neverl
Don't even hint at such thing, Ana
BILE, he said with horror, when she ven.
tured to suggest that, perhaps, one day,
he might replace the lost Rachel.
meant years and years of, dear Augustus,
she said almost timidly. OF course, not
for twenty years, or perhaps fifteen.
Hush hush! l venerate RachePs
too deeply. l loved her most
1svotedly. Pray, never speak in this
heartless strain again; it is very repulsive
TO my feelings.
l only meant to console you, Augustus.
You take a most remarkable way of
administering consolation, when you
Snow that my sorrow is as deep as the
lay when | buried Rachel.
But you must feel SO lonely, persisted
Anabel
Lonely? Have l not my sisters and
Rachels treasured memory? No, Anabel,
can never marry again. All | ask is
luiet rest beside RaChers cofined form
How shocking Don't, pray, indulge
N such gloomy thoughts.
You ask me to be gay, said the dis
widower; but you ask an i'm
possibility, something utterly impractical
BILE, state Of feeling 1 can never again
reach.
"Oh, no, Augustus, not gay--that you
can never be again--only little less
gloomy. Don't thing about dying, and
he grave, and tombstones, and all that
'oft Of thing"
"When I die," continued the bereft
me, "you will see that | am placed
beside Rachel On our tomb you will
AVE engraved-They were lovely in
heir lives, and in their deaths they were
,ot divided"
"Yes, brother" said Anabel, with q |
title hysterical sob.
"You will have the last pocket hand
Ierchief Rachel used placed over my
ace"
"Yes," replied Anabel.
"My will you will find in the tin case
have left everything to Myra and your
Ielf."
"Oh, thank you, dear brother. How
,onsiderate in you'll"
my death will be your gain, Anabel,"
md the bereaved sighed submissively.
my precious brother, don't suggest
,uch thing. But you know / have long
wished to 60 to Europe, and your Ia
nented death will give ms an opportunity
Of doing So"
'Go, 90, enjoy what I leave you,
Anabel. The day will come when, like
me, you must lie down in the dust