Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1862-04-11
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THE SECOND MARRIAGE
BIZ MRS. H. PEASE.

1t was a most delicious day in June
when life simply seemed luxury. The
glad sun had been shedding pure hal.
of real joy all day, as if rejoicing tina
another day had been given to earth.
had been leaning back, in the mos
delightful reverie, in a Iuxurionsly
cushioned easy-chair, rot so much Il.
thinking-for the faculties of neither
soul. mind. nor spirit were in the leas
engaged; memory osly was busy, float
| ing back over the pas, in kind Of mus
ing, indolent reverie-when l was sud
denly aroused and brought back TO the
realities of the present, by the entrance
of the penny pestman, bowins silently
and laying down a more than usually
large amount Of post Office matter.
Mechanically | commenced examin
ing letters-there were quite number
until my attention was attracted to s
neatly folded envelope, Endorsed in q
familiar hand. 1 should have known
sister Kate chirogaphy among thou
sand. Running my eyes hastily ovel
the lines, | had taken in their contents
in moment; hut then it all puzzled mo
There were but few lines-only say
ing, SO briefly and unsatisfactory:
DEAR BROTHER HARRY: | am com.
missioned to bid you to come to the OLD
brown homestead, on Thursday of next
week, at four o'clock. All we'll, and the
friends send kind remembrances.
Remember, four o'clock; but not one
moment sooner. Ask no questions
make no conjeetures; all mysteries will
be explained in due time. Yours till
Thursday. KATE HARRINGTON"
Well, now, that didn't explain itself
Did it?
And what did it all mean? Kate was
dealing in riddles for once. And was
to be kept in miserable suspense five
whole days; yes, Thursday of next week
it said.
Turning the envelope, found the
motto Kate always used mottoes) con-
tained two tiny hearts united together
by band Of black 'Make no conjec.
lures" Kate had said
But in the quiet saactum of my
bachelordom couldn't help remember
ling mournful day, four years before
when slender, fragile f rm had hung
upon my arm. And Kate's heartstrings
had bent and swayed almost to bursting
as the hollow sounds reverberated back
when the clods first fell upon Henry's
coffin lid.
And, since that time, how had never
made visit to the cherished old home
stead, without spending the first even.
ing after tea, in long walk to the same
hallowed resting place. Kate had al.
ways proposed it, And then she al.
ways liked to talk of all the bliss Of her
young welded life; and how altogether
and entirely different Henry was from
all other gentlemen she had ever met.
When I had only hinted the pro.
priety of changing her sombre garments
she said:
Don't Harry; don't ever ask me again
| wouldn't feel natural in anything else
These best suit my feelings, and why
shouldn't 1 always wear them?
| Kate was young. Not half way or
| the gloomy side of twenty; and to NEE
! it did seem like an unnecessary entomb
ing Of her young affections. But wher
yentured to rally her on the frequent
visits Of a young clergyman, with IA wild
owed heart also, she always shook he1
head SO mournfully, saying:
30 Harry! don't ever say that again
1t is so like saerllege. Never, Harry
never. Don't you know my affections
are all buried in Henrys grave? 1t i:
our minister. Can't he come withou
suspicion?'
And felt condemned when 1 saw
the moisture gathering in Kate's eyes
But, then, two hearts united by thu
black band was very ST gnifcant But
was not to conjecture; and so I laid i
all away, just there, and tried to wal
patiently until Thursday of next week
! had been standing at the depot full
two parts of the la It hour, Impatient.
waiting to hear the shrill whistle of thu
locomotive, when it came, putting ant
Isteaming up, like thing of life. \
the cry of tall aboard we were off lik
a tangent But, somehow, the cars wer
provokingly slow; it was now fully tw'
o clock. and | should have two miles t.
walk alter / reached the station. Blu
time never lags; neither do railroa'
trains when the steam is up; and jus
fifteen minutes before four o'clock,
found myself walking up the broad
gravel walk leading to the capacious OIL
brown farm house, where my boyhoo
had been passed, and where memor
still loves to linger. But had no tast
for moralizing on times just then.
Affectionate salutations to father an
mother being over, my eager inquir
was,
"Where is Kate?'
l saw a tear trembling in my mother
eye as she locked very deep ipto mine
: as if to read my thoughts; then an
swered, in her old, calm, soft, winnin
way:
I'm her own room, Harry, dressing ,
: be married
,, 20 mother!'
1t was all / could say. Fer pa
memories were blurring my eyes an