Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1865-02-24

no help for it /; | must start right off to
Philadelphia, or Ia lose every dollar that
house was owing me, Tor it would be
down before the week was out. l Won
der if there ever was woman, from Eve
dJwnward, who had the leas. idea OF the
bother and worry Of Il mans business, OR
who wouldn't attack him at the very mo.
men5 when he was head over heels in
trouble, and Of course then he's sure to
to say the very worst thing he can -
And then the face Of his wife came
back TO him as he parted from it, with its
white, still look, and the strange, settled
expression of the lips. as though she had
made some deadly resolve within herself
and he remembered how her gaze follow
ed him, steady and defiant, as he left the
room. lie had the last word, too, which
was not often the case. Robert Grover
moved uneasily the still pale face
troubled him more than any flush Of rage
the silence more than any recrimina-
tion would have done. 81 suppose" he
mused, "Mary'll sit at home to-day and
brood over what I've said, and think I'm
the greatest brute in existence! All,
well l wonder if marriage proves the
failure in ninety-nine cases cut of hun
dred that our has. It's evident enough
that Mary and l weren't intended for
each other! And yet who would have
believed three years ago, that it would
have come to this -
And the young man sighed hVily.-
And then his thoughts dritted off to the
time beyond those three years, and he
saw Mary Humphreys in all the sweet
ness and grace which had won him to love
her. What pretty, charming, loving
creature she was--haIf child, half wo-
man! How beautiful she was then how
he use! to worship her, And the old RAJ
diant days of their betrothal marched in
shining array before his memory, and
they softly vanished away to make room
for one day fairer, standing alone, crown
ed and glorious, the brightest day Of his
life. lie saw Mary as she was that day,
looking to him like an angel in the silver
cloud Of her white laces, with the lamass
roses of love widening Oil her soft checks,
aud The shy trembling OF her lips.
What Il happy bride room he was =
How radiant before them seemel> TO open
their future, And with the sweet face
OF his newly made wife standing before
him, the young merchant closed his eyes
aud dropped into q light sluMber, and the
face followed him. But now it was far.
ther off, great. reproachfu sadness
seemed to drift up into the dark eyes and
ovt the smiling lips. 1t was turning to.
wards him, but there seemed an invisible,
intangible barrier bctwixt them. Mary
seemed slowly :eceding from his gaze,
with the rcproachiul sorrow in her face.
He stretched out his arm :, and called her
in agony to return but she shook her
head mournfully, and the sweet, sorrow
lul face grew fainter and Fainter, and in
alarm and anxiety the traveller stirred ua-
easily, and awoi,e.
The white dazzling level lay before
him, and the Car wheels were painfully
toiIing their long way 70 Philadelphia
But the vision in his dream haunted the
soul of Robert Grover, and III his stirred
aud sortened mood he saw many things in
new light. He did not now reproach
Mary for he share Of the sorrow and Bit
ternoss Of taeir we ldcl lie ; he took
sreatsblamc to himself. H. saw how in
many things he had erred, how he had
tot been tender, pitiiul, gentle to her
youth and inexpcvience as he should have
been. lie saw that many times he had
been harsh, authoritative, and pcre:nptory
with her, when cyp!anat on and iorbear-
ance might have accomplished all he de-
sired. lie remembered the home from
which he had taken her, the loving at
mosphcrc which had surroundoi her, the
! fondness which never saw fault or blame
in her; and as his rouse1 conscience brot'
before the man scene alter scene, in which
he had been unkiad or oYerbearing or too
little thoughtful Of her wishes, tLe heart
of Robert Grover smcte him, and then
it ycarned towards bis wi.'a, as it had not
yearned for years and he solemniy re-
solved, with the help Of God, that his
future should not be ike his past-tha'
he would do what he could, by gcatlencsS
AID fWbearance, to win bac! something
Of the old, lost tenderness, a.d max e theiI
marricl lie somewhat OF all their be.
trothal had promisci. lie would even
acknowledge the wrong which he hac
done, thoush it cost him something of a
struggle to resolve On this. and woald try
and see if he could not prevail upon Mar!
to join him in this purpose.
IN end her one OF the pretticsi
dresses in PhiiAdel i,',ia, iat it cost what
it may ~ marnnrcd R1bost Grover tc
himself. AMI the wind which beat al
the window dill not make that sud len
dampness in his eyes.
Wei, everythings done now c2'
claimed Mrs Grovcg to herself, as she
entered her parlor, ani looAel up thl
long vista of the luxurious room. And
as she sat there, a stlau- -e feeling OF So
berness and dcead came over her. She
had been in state OF inward cxcitabili.
| tys though she had controlled herself well
during the last few hours.
She had packed her trunks 50 quietly
that neither The cook nor the chamber
maid suspected her Intended departure
aud she had written, with hand that
did not falter, her last letter to her hus,
band, explaining, bat without any passion
ate rcproachcs. the cause of her depart.
ure from his roof, aud her conviction