Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1860-12-04
Mistrll anfous.
A DIsCONSOLATE WIDOWER

"What can | say to comfort you, dear
Augustus ?" and Anabel took her broth
er's hand in hers and pressed it warmly.
Nothing my precious sister such woe
as mine is too deep for any plummet Of
consolation to reach" And dear Angus
tus" took out his black -bordered banker
chief, and applied it to his eyes.
Anat el clasped her hands despairingly,
and looked tearfully at him, murmering.
ly sympathising-"poor, dear Augustus,
how he loved her !"
Augustus sighed deeply, and moaned
in a low tone--"We are so happy togeth-
er, my poor Rachel" and again the black
bordered handkerchief went to his eyes.
my afflicted brother" murmured An
abel, "how deep the waters you are call
ed upon to 60 through"
Augustus shuddered, as if he felt the
wild dashings of the waves, and said in
plantive voice-"Dear Rachel, how ami
able she was ~
"Very, dear Augustus"
How ccnsiierate, how devoted to
l2ew
so, exceedingly"
"And how fine an appearance she pres
sented !" and he raised bis eyes to the
portrait festooned with black Grape, which
delicate attention he had himself paid it
that morning.
Anabel, too, raised her eyes, but was ST.
lent as she gazcd upon the pictured form
of the departed Rachel, so angular, so
dark. and so frowninc.
81 don't think you ever did Rachel's
charms justice Anaoel. She was love-
ly woman
40, brother, I fully appreciated her, |
assure you did"
And you 10 not do justice TO my depth
of grief Are you aware that | am a
mouruer forever? Poor, dear, dear Ra-
chel, have lost all in losing thee y And
again the fearful eyes were raised to the
grim Rachel, who looked down with an
expression on her face which said "ln>
deed -
There was q silence OF several moments,
during which he looked thoughtiully in
the fire At length he said
Hand me my desk beside you, Anabel
it will be relief to my feelings to write
an obituary"
"Don't think Of il at present, dear Aus
gustus your nerves are not strong enough
for it now. Only think of the trying
scenes through which you have just pass
cd"
Hand me my desk, will you? 1t is a
sacred duty | owe my dead"
While Augustus was engaged in this
touching work, Anahel was pondering on
the propriety of dispensing with the black
Grape folds on her new silk dress; 80
that | may wear it in colors, was her in :
ward ejaculation "for who knows Angus
may marry again before have done
mourning for dear Rachelw She check
I ed the thought-"How dreadful" Aus
gustus, the deeply sorrowing, marry be-
/ fore she had time to get out of black 1t
was satanic whisper surely, and grossly
unjust to the disconsolate widower. She
was reused from her sombre meditations
/ by the voice OF Augustus
| This is what have written, dear sis
ter, and If you can offer any suggestions
of q tender nature, pray do So"
departed this gloomy vale OF tears for
blessed home ofjoy Rachel, the below
/ ed and honored consort OF Augustus
Childs. ESQ. and daughter and heiress OF
Peter Smidt, Esq. Beautiful and accom-
plished, amiable and intellectual, devout
and charitable, generous, devoted. char
ming in every respect, thus has fled to
angelic courts, amid the joyful shouts OF
the cherubic army, crying, welcome
welcome one who walked the earth IN
seraph's guise.
Here anabel gave slight cough to COW
er something like laugh, and Augustus
paused moment and asked plaintively,
''Do you object to anythingY
80 no by no means. Ii is so very touch-
ing, pray proceed"
"How deep the woe into which her nu-
merous friends have been plunged by her