Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1864-05-17

she Delo 0er qeaQ elst0r IN her arms IT,
And when they buried the sweet girl, Hill
dret's human love was laid to rest 10 her
grave. Thencelorth. for the dark eyed.
lonely woman at Red Rock, the world held
nota solitary eharml
| Once only since her Punishment of him
had she seen Paul Lancaster. The day her
sister was buried, he had thrown snow
drop into the grave; and 40 be turned away,
| the two met face to face.
There was, wild, imploring. passionate
| ~ tender lock in bis eSes-a stony, immGv.
able look in hers, and not word was spo-
ken lie understood her.
| He wentsway into the world shortly
afterward; the hsna passed cut of the
hands of his father, who removed to dis
tant state, aud Mildred knew nothing more
of the family. No ore ever mentioned
them to her; she made no inquiries; she
said to herself that she did not care to
| know.
Life passed on monotonously enough
She hardly noted the change of seasons,
except as agricultural interests compelled
her to do SO. She took little thought for the
things Of the morrow; it was doubtful even
if she realized the present. She might
have interested herself in the poor, but she
did not, she gave nothing to beggars; sat
in 90 sanctuary, and and lived life hidden
fran the view of all
That November night, Mildred. for the
FIRST time in many years, was looking over
her past life. Somehow her heart felt soft
er-there were tender memories at work,
the spirit of mercy pleaded with iron.
breasted justice she almost felt that che
could forgive Paul Lancaster all be had
made her suffer. A rap at the door arous.
ed her. She waited, expecting old Francis
or his wife to answer the cali; but evil
IDENTIFY they did not hear, and taking up
the lamp, she went herReIf. The air was
thick with snow and. on the doorstep, his
blue coat grey with the feathery flakes,
stood man in the Federal uniform
He lifted his hat and spoke with courte-
sy.
is this the residence CT Miss Hildred
HayneY
1t u.s. she answered, cOldly what is
you business p
The young soldiers broDzed cheek flush
ed at her haughty tone, but he replied with
feeling:
Madam have in my charge o wounded
| oficsr who was given over to die by our
/ regimental surgeon; and on his discharge
from the hospital, he made one solemn re.
quest, pro oably his last one-He asked to
| be brought here. that his dying breath
| might be drawn in the place where the
! only happiness of this life had come to him
/, az his friend and subordinate, have CON-
llaiusd with his request. Shall l bring
him in p
Miss Haynes cool hand trembled slight
! ly-a faint culver Of scarlet shot up to her
forehead.
What Is the geutleman's name she
asked.
Col. Poul Lancaster
She made q movement as to elise the
door, but the soldier put himself in the
/ way.
Madam. you may be refusing shelter to
DIVING man. Reflect before you decide.
| Col. Lancaster was once your friend; will
| you shut the door Of your house upon him
| when be asks, With his expiring breath tho
cover of its roofP
Miss Hayne underwent struggle, but
it was mOmentary. She threw open the
do Vt, and called Did Francis.
Garry him in there she said, pointing
to the warm .parlor; 4 will come to him
| directly
She went up to her chamber and locked
| herself in. What a fearful trial she passed
{. rough was known only to Gud and her
| owl soul.
In little while she came down, pale
and qu ct. and entered the room where
they had taken her guest. The sofa was
erawn up before The fire.; and the pale
wan face that was lifted tC meet her eyes,
was hardly recognizable as that of the
Paul Lancaster she had once known.
! A slight tinge o. color swept the ashen
/ white of his cheek; he beld out his hand
/ the other he had lost.
Hildred,' he eaid. feebly, sat last have
/ dared TO return to you.
She took his hand; her face softeued;
/ there was little trcuor in her voice; ]
! am pleased to welcome you here, Col. Lam
easter
BY the memory of the sweet past 0,
t tildred, let me stay where [ can some
times see you? | only asked God Ito let
4 me live until could come here to die
until, dying, could plead for and obtain
wyOur forgiVenessi You will not refuse me,
HiId5ed?
i have buried all 0nmity, she said slow
| y and solemnly; we will forget what has
been; and be friends. Where shalI ad>
dress o letter to your relativesE
i have none near enough TO care for my
misfortunes. My father is dead; my sister
sleeps in foreign grave. have neither
| friends nor relatiVes.'
She looked at him with dumb wonder.
Perhaps be understood the doubt expressed
in her face, for be said, as If in explains
ton:
No, Hildred | have never married.
The fret love of my soul. Ny fancy for
Isabel CORTLAND was brief passion, 1t
died speedy death and buried it out Of
my sight. Hildred. | have never loved
any woman save you
She laid Der hand on his forehead soft
| ly the hardness and gloom went out Of
her face; the lines OF determination rouDd
her mouth were smoothed away she was
was kind. and tender, and womanly.
Sleep = size said gently; hencefortb
nothing save death shall divide usl'
From that hour wonderful change came
over Hildred Hsyne. 0uce more she was
human the world held interest for her
she left her solitary life of selfshness, and
did good to those around her.
Col. Lancaster owed his life to her un,
renting care, and when, at last he Snse
up, MANNED and feeble, but chastene ed
aud purified, Mildred then became hi.
The old hard existence was forever oast
aside and TO day no more womanlv Wo.
man than Hildred Lancaster.
Happening 10 clothing store ore eve
ming we saw number. of gentlemen clus-
tered together cracking jokes and mskinp
). fun generally, Of course we participated
Among the number was the good.natured
Tim Jackmau who will msasnr a nroho hIu