Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1862-04-11

for Kate's uniform answer, "neyer
Harry, never; it is SO like sacrileges
would come up to silence them all; and
had loved Kate's Henry as brother. !
How 1 did want to see Kate but then
I dreaded the meeting. My methei
read my feelings, and said she did nei
wish to see any one until she ssarted fol-
church. - .t.-v tr -sl
"Then she is,to be married in church.
go yes; she couldn't bear. to be mar.
ried in that same room" fe;
1t was but few minutes-before my
feelings had time for reaction-until
Mr.. Parker, the young clergyman n, was
announced; he had but single attend
ant, brother minister.
When Kate made her appearances
/ saw there was no ostentation; she leaned
upon the arm Of young widow friend
AS her eyes met mine, the blood rushed
to her face, and then retreated, leaving
her paler than before Placing her fin
ger on her lip, she extended her hand;
and when took it in mine it trembled
and was icy cold.
And | knew how deep memory was
stirring the fount of other years. /
knew there was d cherished picture,
hung in the inner chamber of that on
aftertime, or affection, circumstance.
could ever efface-and I was satisfied.
AS Kate stood at the altar, calmly
giving the responses required in the
beautiful church ritual-cementing two
hearts into one-s'so long as We both do
live" I saw her head turned once, in
quiringly, as if fancy was busy, bring
ing back tall figure that had once
stood by her side. Andsmemory, too,
was aiding in calling up the bright
phantom of another bridal party, that
belonged to other days.
The last eve before I was to leave
the scenes and home of early life, as 1
stood by Henry's grave, l was alone;
and I marvsled, standing there, if it
would be always so, and called it wo-
man s ickelness.
But when l have gone to visit Kate
and her other choice, [ have learned
mare charity. When l have seen how
the lonely sadness and sorrow has been
lifted from Kate's young brow, and what
a contented trust is settled here again
not like the gushing Joy of first
blissful experience, but quiet, holy
ca Inn, as if it were all earth had to give
now, and the soul was content with
her giving.
And Kate would take some convent
ent season, when Mr.. Parker was absent
or engaged in his study, to take my arm
saying so naturally: Harry, brother
will you walk2" Involuntarily our
footsteps always lead to the same termi
nation. And then, standing beside
that sacred spot, Kate loves still to glide
back to the blissfal days that were
and to talk of loves rly dreams; and
to ask me, SO artlessly, if Henry wasn't
all young, trusting heart could wish
for-if she hasn't reasons to treasure
the memory of their short welded life?
But it does not at all mar Mr.. Park
er's peace or happiness; he knows Kate
is a happy, cheerful, contented, affec-
tionate wife to him-all he could de-
sire her to be-and he would not have
her forget her buried love-ah, no, he
is not SO selfish or exclusive; he could
not respect her, if she were to. But it
is not best she should make any demon
stration in his presence. 1t would not
be necessary.
He, too, has cherished picture-a
loved memory that once made sunlight
in his dwelling he has enshrined, hung
away among the treasured mementoes
of life's early joys. Oh, he could not
tear it fren its niche in memory's gallery
for affection and sorrow have both
aided in carving that lithograph upon
the tablets Of his heart Kate knows
1t, although he never told her.
When they have quiet, cozy, social,
domestic evening at home, around their
own hearthstone-as every happy fam
lily have-they never take up the tale
of the past; they only look SO hopefully,
to- the tuture-and take up song OF
sincere thanksgiving for present bless
ings.