Daily national Republican., 1863-12-07

pain. You trembls. I frightened you by my
sudden return"
"No, NOT you never frighten me; you never
pain mo. have been sad and lopelyi but
knew you would return; II you could-if you
ought. You have always been good TO mei u
would have been wrong Of me to mink oi 20"
unkindy." ,
"Why aid you .hudder but now -
UI remembered dream, dreadful dream
had last night"
"Tell II me-"
"I had rather moi"
81 dreamed that you were dead-that l sat
at the organ at midnight and played your re-
quem." ,.,
have done 90 too. A queer thrill went through
me, %, for the first time, fully recalled the
events Of the past night,
1 released her hand, and folded her shaw closely
Looking straight into my facc with her dear.
innocent eyes, she said:
"You must not spoil me so If you had not,
should rot have found II 60 hard to do with
out you"
This was just too much for me. gathered
the little thing into my arms, kissed her sweet
brow again and again, and cried:
"AliCe, you must let me keep you always
you must be my wife '"
she dis engaged nCrSeil sue ureW httic
away from me-.
II know that you are very good. Is this
because my aunt is dead, and I am alone ~
sho asked earnestly.
at Is because | love you."
Ny eyes confirmed my words; hers dropped,
and her face looked rs II the sun were faintly
shining on IT through ruby pane in the win
dow.
The Mead cottage was 40 desolate that soor
took Alice - Quot Hal) home to my house
In the cathedral yard. II was on New Years
day that the good old bishop married us; and
ever since my happy home has been perfectly
ordered, and ESQ she tells mel my perfect vile
has been entirely happy.
New Years Day-tie tenth anniversary OF
nv marriage. To-day l have been looking
over my papers, and have read through this,
written five years since. Alice, Alice, my
wife, my wife Why couldst thou not visibly
tarry with me unto the end
never leave Waldon now. No fingers hut
mine must ever touch those keys hers used lov.
!ngly to press. She was to me as child, wife,
ali Of kin. my only darling, l am having
huilt a new organ. a glorious one; 1t Is 10 be
my gift 10 Waldon Cathedral. on condition
that the old one Is taken down fve-and-twent,
hours after my death, and destroyed; and thai
during those 6ve-and twenty hours no morta
fingers touch It's keys.
! say five and-twenty hours, because on the
midnight after my death--and might die just
after midnight--Allce will play my requiem, as
heard her so long ago. The organ must never
sound again amer that. There is rumor In
Walden that the organlst has been mad since
his wife's death. am not mad, because, TO,
my comfort know that my love was selfish
my guardianship careless, my tenderness un
gentle, my sympathy imperfect, compared witt
that my darling experiences in Thy keeping, c
Lord, my God and her God.
Such is the paper that lately came into ou
hands. We have learned that at the cathedral
here called Waldon, the congregation, of abou
halfa-dozen persons, assembled one grim DE
rember afternoon, were detained after servic
by the powerful beauty Of the voluntary per
formed by their long feeble organist. 1t cam
TO an abrupt conclusion-the orgauist wa
found with his arms folded on the keys, hi
cheek rested on them-desd. His wishes wilt
respect to the old organ had long been known
they were strictly regarded.