Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1862-11-18

Mr.. Walter Mayo 90 Miss Helen Stick
hey," that was all but my heart was
breaking. Ny brain whirled like a mani.
acs. This mighty truth clasped itself
about everything. 1t was within me, and
around me-aboye and beneath me. There
wac no leaving 1t, no forgetting il. There
was no rest for me constantly nv hesrt
must bear up it's terrible load Of grief.
And yet II was no wander" | thought.
| while the calmness of despair settled upon
ue. no wonder that he should prefer the
brilliant, accomplished city belle to me,
| me the simple, quiet, unpretending cour.
try girl ] had often heard him rraise
her ; she was like sister to him he had
said. Perhaps'of a sudden he had found
thet be bad loved her better thsu me, God
only knewl But oh. itwes cruel, so hard
to bear could not-could not live 7"
! "Did people ever die when such grief
came upon them 7" | wondered. II so, 1
bstseve that l was dying. rose aud went
to. the mirror. My face was as white as
death; my eyes az wild and staring as
though had been wrestling with the great
ccpqusror. Lines of purple Law abont nv
lips, which looked as If they were frozen
frozen with such pitiful expression of woe
dsguerreotyped upon them. clasped my
icy hands over my eyes to shut out the
picture which had not strength enough
to turn away from. My senses seemed
leaving me, as with q low moan of agony
escaping from my lips sank helplessly on
! the floor.
When l awoke to conceiou sness, | was
10 my mothers room lying upon her bed,
with her dear face anxious and fearful bend
ing over me. 81 was extremely ill.," she
said. 'She had found me like one dead upon
the tioor OF my room. How long had
been there she could not tell She had not
called me at tea time because she thought
l went out with Lucy Currier, and had not
returned. TIE doctor said | must be
quiet"
"Tho doctor !" repeated, wonderingly,
staring into her face
'Yes, dear. the doctor-good Doctor
Owens ; here he is now" and she stepped
aside that might see him, but turned
my head away murmuripg-
Walter, Walter w
''Do you wish to see him 2" asked the
good I'D man, pressing his cold hand up-
On my forehead.
''See him? Oh, no, no, sir I" | cried, sud
den strength coming upon me at the
thought. 81 shall never see him again"
Well. Well, you needn't dear, DON'T
mind II" he said soothingly. believing me
delerious.
| sank YEARLY back upon my pillow and
as l did so heard my mother whisper nv
name. / listened attentively.
"lIad We better telegraph to him !" she
said.
There is NJ particular cause for your
doing So. letter sent by mail tomorrow
morning will answer as well. do not ap-
preheud any serious results from this at
tack. Do as you please, however"
1--WE will send tonight then. Walter
can come in the first train Tomorrow. :"
answered my father.
"Dan't don't send for him." cried
springing wildly up. 'If you 1--we me, do
not LET him know that sm i'll. shall be
better soon. Do 3ot look at me g., am
MT delerious know what am SAYING
don't send for him"
why not?" asked my father.
because. because" l faltered, 81 can
not tell you why"
What is it chiId?" queried my faith
er.
Walter will never come here again for
me {; he is-"
WHAT"
"IIe is married to some one else I read
it i'll tC-dsy's paper" 1 said.
"TO-day's paper" responded my moth
"Yes, it IS in my room; go for it,"
The paper was found, and the evidence
of Walters pertdy read by each member
of the family before the wratched truth
could lie realized, and then a blank silence
followed. and my mother came tn nv bed
side and put her dear arms lovingly about
me, and said, if all others failed, she
would rather suffer from his fckleness
thousand tim's over than bear up under
his guilt; it was all for the best, even
though my heart broke under the burden
which bore down upon it,
How from my InmOst soul blessed that
mother for the comforting words she spoke
to me- and, while nestled closely to her
arms like frightened, grieved child, and
felt warm tears upon my cheeks, her tend
er kisses upon my lips. through my sor-
rowe, a little vein of joy found it's way and
| thank God Cor my mother-for my moth
er's love!
, In few daysI was up ard about the
t house. The pride, that had been numbed
by my first shock of sorrow, took up life
again and came faithfully to my aid
put seal upon my lips. Upon them should
t linger no regrets; play no words Of pas
? had been once uttered with so much glad
! ness. My heart should prison all its griefs.
though in their rebellion it were torn and
, broken. Pride should be the stern senti-
d mel which l would set to watch over it,
: Pride the sexton which should bury from
the eyes Of the world my Woe; the mutt.
lated corpses of my once brilliant hopes.
The world should have no tombstones to
look upon, and say, that in such place
D my dead was lying; l, and l only. knew
the silent resting place
And thus the days went Cd, till the time
. fixed for Walters coming was at hand
n The story of his marriage spread rapidly
d through. the village. Every gossip was
i busy with this rare piece of news. Ii
went out, / was watched as eagerly a:
S though l were a condemned criminal or
= wild ferocious animal that was bent upon
scme fatal mischief. Some said that was
z most heart-broken and others that wa:
nearly insane and others still that | haG
Q fallen into sort of stupor from which
should never be ronssd that 10 all human
It probability should live but short time
it God knows, prayed that the last may b.
SO that every dag prayed not to soc tn,
d light of another that the bridal robes laiC
d away SO carefully might be my shroud a
y the time thought should become bless
,t ed, happy wife
!, The day on which Walter was to com,
II dawned at last / knew, expected that i
!, would be wretched one to me, and
shuddered when its light broke clear anC
d rosiiy at my windows. o, how everything
NODDED me, on that morning! The mis-
!, rose up like fragrant breath from tht
lowlands at the first warm kiss Of the sun
e and lay like white mantle at the feet q
: sweet, green bills. The fields stretched
Il away, glistening in the sunlight. ss though
n their mantles we're studded with jewels
It and the birds hymned out thei- praise,
A | rich and clear upon the morning air In