Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1861-09-17
From Pe,erson's Magazine.
WHEAT ONE THE AR.
by NATALIE HEATH.

We were both standing together, Faith
aud /, ty the railroad with some Two or
three ether women, young and old; a crowd
of noisy children, aud here aud there an
Old man. or half-grown lad, all assembled
to wait tie passing ct the ua'n that vas
bearing the - regiment on Its way to
Washington.
There was company from our village
among thcm, though they had started to
day from the State capital; and many a
mother. wife, and sister were in the crowd
and waiting foI last look from the eyes
that should meet her again 40 mo:e--''it
might be for years, it might be forever ~
SO that they were for the most part very
quiet and subdurd, though burning with a
sort Of inward fever of impatience, for the
meeting, that must he after all, so sadly
brief, so terribly unsatisfying.
Faith was excited Her cheeks gowed,
and her eyes shone ike stars aud as she
stood there, her brown curls swaying in the
breeze, l could not but think 1t great
pity that she had no brave lever amongthe
approaching volunteers, who would carry
away in his heart, this radiant picture of
girlish grace and beauty. But she had not
only some acqualntances and childhood
friends 50 there was but one dash Of re-
greet to temper her exnltation in their brlv.
cry, and in the holy cause they were going
so nobiy to uphold.
As Tor me, | was very, very sad. Nv
heart ached terribly because-strangest of
all reasons--I had no one to grieve for!
"No?" | thought bitterly, there is not
one in all those thousands, who are march
ing steadfastly, day by day. to meet death,
if need be, to whom can say, God bless
and keep you, and bring you safe home to
me again net one to whom this parting
will be the wrenching assunder of heart
strings for my own sake
Aud then came back to me, or rather
grew more vivid in my remembrance for
its image always lay, night and day, in the
shadowy recesses IF my heart-the love
that two years gone by, had made one
summer OF my life long. bright dream of
perfect content, without a single shadow of
alloy, until, all in a moment, arose the ter
ribly storm that was to make such utter
shipwreck of my happiness.
How had it come about? | could hardly
tell, even now. 1t seemed like some horri.
bic nightmare dream from which there
could be no full and free awakening, l
had never doubted him-not for a moment
No one who looked into Cloudlessly Car
rolls honest hazel eyes ever did, or could,
possibly, distrust him. Aud yet had lis
tened to ISLANDERS and foul misrepresenta-
tons from those | knew hated him with all
the petty spite of their low, venOmous ma
lures, and feeling all the while in my in
most soul that he was innocent and true as
heaven. In my miserable pride | bad let
him 60 without word or Lue of expana-
ton, or u single effort to clear myself from
the stigma that my own conduct had fixed
upon me-ickle, false hearted coquette!
Vol, it was all over now; and God
knew that with what measure | melted, it
was measured to me again. Had there
been in his heart the most Unsuitable desire
for revenge, 1t had been more than salts
fed, could he have known m! suferings IN
the weary year that followed but there had
not that / knew. Bitter anger there might
have been, at frst-sorrOw as deep and
lasting as his love had been pure and true;
but never, never one cruel or wicked tho't
came into that mind, that once seemed to
me, in my foolish self c0Bceit, almost
Quixotic in its high minded chivalry.
OIL It had borne ialsehood upon its
face, the lie they told me-that he had
courted me for my wealth, that he had
boosted of having 'entrapped the heiress !
| had felt it lie, had known 1t one and
yet-well, well, it was worse than folly
thinking of all these things now! Cloud
lessly was far away knew not where,
only knew that he was doing God service,
wherever or whatever he might be. And |
why | was standing here beside the rail.
road track, waiting to give the God speed
to the New Jersey volunteers; and 30, let
me think Of that and nothing else-and
heart. be still give me an hour respite
You have done enough aching in the past,
God knows