East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1862-09-23

hanging over her sweet eyes was that
of her own father, it Was his tremulous
voice that answered when she said
Laurence! Laurcnce!" Nevertheless.
when the mist over her mind quite
cleared away, she did not .refnse to be
comtortcd,. even at first. Whatever,
others might have said against her
husband, whatever proofs OF his Nm.
worthiness might have boon shown to
her, she would have disbelieved or She
would have forgiven, but his own re-
nunciation OF her cut, like sharp
sword, her heart.strlngs tiom him. She
never asked To go To him again. lie
became to her an. ideal being. the
portrait she possessed of him, the lock
of golden hair, the love letters he had
once written to her. Were memorials OF
far other than he who had said, 81
would rather than you never saw my
face again She was takon back to the
old house, and grew resigned and in
time almost cheerful She must have
suffered many and terrible things and
her nature recovered itself slowly ut
the touch of kindness, the dropping
flower opens to tho sun, The old man
became almost young again, and scarce.
" ever left her; he is fuller of kindness
towards me than ever, but not so is
Lucy, and | am not wanted at Thorney
Grove I can sec. had a difficult
mission to perform when went to
Wiesbadcn, and | did not do it as well,
perhaps, as the attdche would have
done IL; from first to last, | did my
ny best, however, and with nothing but
her good before my eyes. Some few
years after these circumstances, | spent
vacation in Paris, alone. | went
abont from sight to sight, until had
no interest left for any such things,
aud then (as happen. in those cases)
became nippcd and morbid. had
climbed ono day up the tower of Notrc
Dame, and found my head running more
than was prudent upon the "Archdea
con" and "Quaslmodo." | began to
wonder how long it would take a man
to fall to the ground, from the point
where | was standing, for instance, and
to make other unhealthy calculations
[ passed that judgment on my own
Thoughts, and it made them, suppose,
Ievcrt with fash to Mountjoy and his
bHge. et,noir plans.
y and whether" I asked, in this
great outstretched city, does that hap
less man abide? Friendless, and doubt,
less beggared by this time, does he still
walk the earth, and remembers he his
forsakcn wife, and does ho look back
upoa his earlier days?n
know that said these things to
myself then, and not afterwards; | felt
my eyes wanncring back to The sad
building that stands by itself so barely
across the Place, wherever | strove to
look; and left the stately cathedral
with certain step, knowing that !
should look upon Laurence MountJoy
Drowned and stark there no lay,
in Iced, but not to be mistaken up me
for any other; he might have lam in
Paris Morguc vstil the iudgmdnt day
without being claimed, bat that went
and found him. The officials thought,
from various suspicious circumstances,
that he bad been thrown in, in short,
murdered; but I can well believe that
he sought refuge voluntarily in the
deep swiftrunni1g stream. | thought
of the day, not so long distant, that we
passed upon the river bank at Cam
bridge; how terribly altered WAS that
skeleton form the nervous frame of the
young collegian; and the soul, too-but
that was past human judgment!
What an end for the once blithe spirit,
so glorious in hope, so ardent in love,
so genial in fancy; and the beautiful
limbs, too, fashioned so slenderly,
young, and so fair" left, thus dishon
oreh, in the sight of the strange city!
I caused him to be buried in one of
those fair resting places without the
town, aud stood beside his grave a
solitary but not Implying mourner. or
tho circumstances Of his death and
manner of his later lilo did net inquire;
pair of loa,led dice that were found
upon him forbade me to hope that good
could come of it ....
/ too;likc poor Lucy, "make picture
in my brain" of him at far other times,
and only when | chance to see her
smilelcss face, and those dark widows
weeds, do | think, involuntarily and
with q shudder of him who was lost
al cards.