The Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1863-1886, 1865-08-03
ONE OF MANY.

'.. .f.+s ONE Ok MANxs -.H...
Lam sitting by the opon window
and looking, out upon the orchard,
where the trees stand laden with APP
ple-blossoms. whose delicate perfume
floats in this twilight air just as it did
four years ago tonight.
There is nothing changed about
this old placeas l look upon its picture
now. There stands tho stone -curbed
well, over which the long sweep
hangs, with its dangling bucket, moss
covered, and dripping water monoton-
ously-just as ever. There is Carlos
kennel, and Carlo himself is lying
there, with his nose upon his outstretch.
ed paws, and his eyes closed lazily,
precisely TINS he lay as / looked out
ofthis window four years ago this
hour. l can hear Kate and Bess and
Dick and Duke stamping with their
iron hoofs in their stables in the old
red barn; and over the top of that
same tree that bears the golden .sw GETS
peeps the wooden weather cock on the
roof Of the hay shed. The doves have
been flying in and out of their cotes
for the past hour; and the swallows
not Jet genetc sleep, are squeakine
and ehattering in tho caves overhead.
There dangles the swing under the
oak. Yondor comes Phillip whistling
up the road. He has changed no more
in these four years than if ho were an
image, instead of being, as he is, a
middle-agcd serving--man. Every
thing nay eye rests on is just the same
just the same. l wish it were not
How can the world go on so IN.
changed rnrs 5. nj,
1t seems as If l had been dreaming
hore by the window in the sun Of the
warm May afternoon, and had just
awakened in tho fallen twilight. Was
it my wedding-night this night foul
years ago? ,S,
Yes. There, on the bed within this
room, my boy is sleeping. Here or
my fnger is my wedding ring, and
kiss it, and it is as cold to my lips as
his forehead was. Here are my wild
ow's mourning garments. lam TWEEN
ty-two. l was eighteen when Frank
drew me to his heart, here in this very
room, he called mo his darling, hi,
brown eyed bride. Oh how l loved
him? You ladies who live in cities
and whose lives are crowded witt
events--who have loved and unloved
one man after another whose hearts
are older at eighteen than mine is thi'
day, even after all its deep joy and
sorrew-you can mot know how | Low
edmy husband. 2 ..sa -sa- n. Z =
He was the only man l ever loved
remember--the only one. My fathel
was so stern with me that him neve
dared to love. Ny mother died whel
l was little, and my father kept me al
ways under his eye, permitting me nj
such, PLEASURES as. those that country
girls generally have, and hooks &er
my best companions. There wer
balls at the tavern at the cross road
in winter, batI never. went to them
There were picnic parties in the wood
in, summer, and husking bees in au
tumn, and other merry makings o
which sometimes heard, but, which
never saw. Almost my only knowl
edge of life outside my own homo wa
gathered from the glimpse Lgot of til
neighbor people on Sundays at The lii
tie church where all the farmers Of
Moreton Heights met to worship, an
still do. It was therelaI first say
Frank-when | was little curly head
edrgirl, and be was 70 blue eyed DO,
five years my senior. There l saw Al
! ever saw Of him, till / was sixteer
and he was home for the college vaca
ton. j met him then, one Sunday al
ternoon as l was coming home from
neighbor's house, and he walked alon
by my side. Ia,loved him that hou
with my whole soul; and during th
two yeoss following l learned 70 fin
my sweetest happiness in his smile, th
thrilling touch Of his hand, the sol
words of love no spoke TO me;and Q
last To sink in the tremor of unuttel
able happiness upon his breast whe
be asked me- to be bis wife. ~ .fa
Can you wonder, then, that the weG
ding night on which ho made me hi
was dazzling in it's brilliancy to m,
eyesHs'I was almost intoxicated wit
the, novelty and tho Joy Of that seen
The great rooms Of Squire Morton
house were like thoselof palace con
pared TO the humber home where
had been roared, and it was thel
where We were married, for Fran