The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1864-01-23

his dying bresth might be drawn in tie
place where the only happiness Of hi. life
had come to him. /, As his friend and
quest Shall bring him in p
-.-s haynes cool hand trem bled eight
ly; faint quiver Of scarlet shot up to her
forehead
What is the gentlepan's nams?' she
asked
Col. Paul Lancaster" --.
She made movement As if 10 close
the door, but the soldier put himself in
the way.
Madam. you may be refusing shelter
to . dying man. Reflect before you decide
Col. Lancaster was once your friend /; will
you shut The door OF v. ur house upon him
wen he asks with his expiring breath, the
cover o your roof7'
Miss Hayne underwent = struggle, but
it was momcntary. She threw open the
door and called old Francis
Garry him in there" she sad pointing
to the warm parlor q will come to him,
directly. She went up to her chamber
and locked herself in What a fearful
trial she pass through wa. known only
to God and her own soul
In q little while she came down, pale
and quiet. and entered the room where
they had taken her guest The sofa was
drawn up before the fire, and the pale wan
face tina: was lifted to meet her eyes, was
hardly recognizable as That OF the Paul
Lancaster She had once known.
slight tinge Of color swept the
sshen whitene.s Of his cheek; he held
out his hand the ether he had lost
i!iidred, he said feebly at las; have
! dared 10 return 10 YOU"
She took his hand her face ssftenrd
there was little temor in her voice; s. |
am pleased to welcome you. Col. Ian
caster.
By the memory o! the sweet pat O,
liiidred let ne stay where ! can some
times look at you only asked God to
let me live until could come here to die
until dying, could plead for and obtain
your forEivcEess' You will not refnss NE,
Hilcired p
81 have buried all enmltv. She said,
slowly and solcmnly; "wewiiI forget wh a t
has been and b- friends Where shall !
address letter to your relatives?'
Il have none near enough to care for
MY mis,ortunes Ny father is dead; my
sister sleeps in foreign grave. ! have
neither friends nor relatives.
She looked at him with dumb wonder
Perhaps he uneerstoed the doubt express
ed in her face, for he san, as If in expla,
nation:
No liidred, have never married -
The first love Q. my II. was the ous true
love Of my soul Ny fancy fer Isabel
CORTLAND WAS brief passion. !; died a
speedy death, and buried il out Of ny
sight. liildr.d. havs never owed any
woman save you
She laid her hand on his forehead. soft
ly the hardress and gloom went ont ot
her face, the lines OF determination srouRf
her mouth were sE.oC;Lsi ansy she Wal
kind. tender and woTaaly
sleep. sh. SAID gently, hencefortl
nothing cave death shAl! divide IA
from that hour = wonderful chang
came over Hiilred il4yne. Once more siit
.a. human; the world held interest fol
her she left her solitary l.fe Of se!tishnes
and did good TO those around her.
: Col Lancaster owed his life TO her un
remlt,;ng care, aud when, al last, he Iot'
up MANNED and feeble. but chastened ahc
ptniied by long suffering Iiidred became
his wife.
The old hard existence was forever cas-
ASIDE; and to-day you can find no NOR
iroa.1nly woman than HIldrcd Lancaster.