The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1862-05-09
Jiffiu at'rsklp Tribnne
For the Tribune.
THE LOVE
That Forgets and Forgivcs.
by MADLE c.

by MAPLE C.
A lovers quarrel, a few angry words and
an angry parting, and Alice Carl, and
Frank Percy parted, no longor betrothed
lovers but cas- strangers to each other
and as though we had never met" were
the last words that fell from the lips Of
Frank, as he left her side, where, an hour
ago, he had come with bitter thoughts in
his heart toward the young girl, whom
slanderers said was false to him; and the
words sank deep into her heart and scared
and blighted all the life and happiness out
from her being.
She watched i'm as he strobe down the
graveled walk that led from her fathers
house. She knew that he loved her, yes,
that he passionately loved her. lie had
told her ere he left, that no other would
ever take her place, and be to him what
she had been to him. With bitter words
had he come, aud said he would hear
nothing that she might say in viadication
OF her cause; il was all too true; Il was
to be relied on the source from which /;
came, aud hcncelorth they must be as
strangers. In vain she essaycd to tel.
him from whence II had all arisen; moth
ing would answer; he knew it, and though
he knew it would blight his whole life
he could not give her true love for only
false. He told her ere an hour passed his
name would be down, and he sworn in u
soldier Of the federal troops.
"Gone, gone" were the words she
said and they echoed and rc-cchocd
through her heart and dropped like mol
ten lead, and with wild scream she fell
upon the floor.
For hours they watched ever her, at
last her eyes slowly unclcscd, but tho
light of reason had 1td.
For three days she was delirious, cali
ing all the time upon her lover and seek
ing invnin to call him back. On the fourtl
she slcIt, and anxiously the friends
watched, for that sleep was to tell the is
sue whether il would be life or death. Sh,
nwUke, reason had once more resume,
her sway, in three weeks she arose fron
her couch, yet feeble, but health was bcin,
restored, still she was changed, she wa.
not the Alice of old, the merry light heart
cd creature. She was gentle and kind u,
ever, but the glad love light had fadcc
out from her blue eyes, and she would s
for hours in fho snmn position witn hel
eyes seemingly fixed on some object, de-
sired but not attainable.
At last she conceived plan to 90 tc
a hospital and attend the sick and wound.
cd, and thus in anothers sorrow try to a..
lcviatc h own.
In vain her parents objected; she said
this life was killing her, and she might as
well be there as anywhere, SO she went
and arrived at one Of the hospitals just us
a battle had ended, and they were bring
ing in the wounded.
The managers Of the establishment
came to the room where tn, volunteer
nurses were, to get them to go and attend
the sick. They did not observe Alice
seated in corner but presently came
back again to get some person to take
care ofa young man tliut had ball pass
through his LETT side. They took Alice, led
her through rooms where the bleeding
mangled soldiers were lying, and brave
women were attending to their wants
and lowering like angels Of mercy around
their couches, and cooling their fevored
brows, with their soft hands that never
before had performed any work, but they
were sacrificing their homes and comforts
to go away to the hospitals, to be other
Florence Nightingales. Oh, how noble
and brave they are, they will meet their
reward when they stand at the Judge.
ment throne Of God.
But, while We have strGyed thus, Alice
has reached her charge, but what is il she
sees in that dark clustering hair, that
broad open brow, those closed eyes and
colorless lips, that sends pang of pain
to her heart. With strong will she sub
dues the manifestation of her feelings.
Knows she not who it is lying there!
knows she not Frank, her Frank! il is
hei hand which is to minister to his wants
her efforts which are to bring him back
to health il that is practicable.
She thanks God that she is there to be
with him in his danger, Oh how great
The trust, and how faithfully she will per.
form it.
But harkl he is waking. See those
dark eyes unclose but no light Of reason
courses in them.
Alice bends over him, and bathes his
brow; all night he raves but with anxious
care she watches over him. How it psins
her as he calls in hart rending tones on
the name of Alice, and she lists and holds
her breath as she hears those words.
Alice, my love, you are still dear to me,
fear have wronged you. forgive me and
some to me now, come, come, come" aud
ais voice dies away and he sleeps but a
trorbled sleep ever calling ON the name