Columbia Democrat and Bloomsburg general advertiser. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1850-1866, 1864-02-20
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HE--my husband-was not ha udsome,
but loved HIM. His features were some.
what coarse and irregular, ard his hair,
though black and glossy was very straight,
But he always parted it SO smoothly above
hii broad, white brow, that to my fond
eyes it seemed almost lovely. And then
there was such tender look about his
Mouth and such a loving light in his
black eyes, that, however ugly be might
seem to other people, he was at least be-
autiful to ne. We settled down quietly
in our cottage bone, and for three short
months were very ppy. We did not re-
ceive much company, My husband said
my society was all he required, and
while he had that, he cared nothing for
the world outside. Aud as for me, l
could have lived coutentcdly in the droar
lest waste, or the barronost desert, could
he have been ever by my side!
Yes, for three short months we were
very happy but it was not always to be
so. At last the serpent found its way in
to our Eden, and destroyed all our newly
found bcssedness Yes, the serpent came
at last, in the form Of Roscoe St. Ormc,
my husbands cousin. We did not think
when he came to US with such a sweet,
beautiful smile around his inely-chiselIcd
lips, that he was 10 be the destroyer Of
our peace. We did not think that tho
serpent lnrked deep beneath that strang
ely beautiful face, with the bright, rich
curls of golden brown clustering so pro-
fusely round it. We did not thiLk the
face, so fair and innocent to look upon,
concealed q base, bad heart. We hac
been married but just three months
when be came to us. We neither OF
US quite rclishcd, at first, this breaking
in upon our old privacy and retirement,
but at last we grew accustomed 10 1t, and
began to Ike him. His manner was SO
gentle and so free, we could not long
keen our hearts closed against him, At
first, he said he could make but a short
stay with US, but the days slipped by,
and al last even weeks rolled on, but still
he did not 60.
At last-it was the first drop in my cup
of bitterness my husbands manner grew
strangely cod towards me. He seldom
spoke, and when he did, it was in tone
of bitter rsproch | did not understand
and which nay proud nature could il
bear.
Twas sittingin the garden one calm
quiet summers night with my face buried
in my hands, thinking of all this, and
almost sobbing in my griei and pereIezity
when heard quick, hasty step upon
the gravelled walk, and the next moment,
when looked up, Roscoe St. Ormc stood
beside me,
"You are gricvcd, dear cousin he
said, gently taking my hanu anu looAius
searching,y down into my face with his
great, strange eyes. SIS there any way IN
which could serve youl What is the
matter ~
go, Roscoe cried, letting fall the
tears which | could no longer restrain,
81 am grieved, for my husband no longer
loves me-"
I should not have said this, for wfie's
priefs should bo sacred from all other
cars. But had spoken carelessly' un'
thiukingly, under the impulse of the mo-
nent
81 think you must be Mistaken he
said, calmly, "for only now as | passed
his window, | saw him take pack age
which knew to be letters, from his desk,
and after pressing them iOadly to his lips
and hart carefully replaCed them. They