Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1866-03-16


out-the chamber was buried in dark
ness.
Not q sound came from the woman's
lips, as she sat there, for a long time.
Then when thought had racked her
soul beyond the power of silent endu-
rance, she moaned and sobbed, and
wept as if her heart would break.
mamma" cried a little voice in the
darkness-"are you here, mamma? is
that you crying?"
"Hush, my darling--hush-a n d
sleep; it is very late"
"Has papa come yet? want to
kiss him.
@! how that innocent question
smote her heart She had driven one
whom her little child could : till love,
still caress with infantine tenderness,
from his home. For a moment her
pulses almost stopped with horror, as
she remembered the calm, steady way
in which he took leave of her. She
hurried to strike a light. 1t shOne
directly upon the portrait of her hus-
band, as he was on his marriage day ;
and clasping her hands she stood
mOti0nleSs, scanning those almost fault
less Iineaments. Then a fearful
thought took possession Of her. 80
was too hasty," she cried. Il have
said too much, and may have his death
to answer for"
Springing to the entrance, she flew
down the stairs, Unmatched the door
and standing on the stone step, called
the name Of her husband repeatedly
40 . which way could he have gone :?
she walled, striving to look through
the thick darkness, and feeling the
sharp drops Of a fine rain striking
against her face.
Out she sped into the stormy night
ran breathIessly, first to one corner
then to another; but not a sound, save
the distant bayiug Of the watch-dogs
could She hear. Almost frantic. she
flew from street to street, peering in
to the dark porchcs of the houses. |
E was nearly midnight, and she met NJ
one on the way. Recalled to herself
7 at last. by the wet clinging Of her Gar
, ments around her limbs, and the chill
, tremors that shot through her frame
, she sobbmglv took her way home
: ward. and entered to find her ittl
May grieyiug and calling for fathe
and aother
But why didn't you bring papa
l want to kiss papa" cried the child
,, My May will never kiss pap
=. again, I fear, murmurcd the sorrow
, lul woman, soothing the child in he
arms.
J That night OF long. intense agony
- That Watching Tor the morning. whe
- it oame-t.lat pale, haggard face. til;
i looked out from the window, so tea
, lc9,-so -tony-yet so awfully erie
,t struck!
4 violent fever succeeding, pro
uatcd the mother, and when she can
g. mp from luc very brink of the gray
d they dared not tell her till months
ry couvaIesccnce h a d established h
rs health again, that two weeks aft
10 Henry Remington left his home,
hit bloatcd and distigurcd body, suppose
We to be his. though there were but fe
en- marks OF recognition on the corp,
er was found in the river.
Even then. as she learned the $
,e- truth, reason almost fed, and from til
20 hour, Helen Remington was a chang
Sc woman. Gathering up her househO
TX, treasures, she sold the pretty tel
er ment that was her own, a Gift fir,
w her father, and bought a small Gotta
af- with few humble rooms. Thitl
len she moved with her little daught
no whose artless prattle about papa stu
ad her poor heart sometimes almost
lse madness. Relatives and friends of
on ed her a home, but though most ke
me " sensible of their kindness. she
,ut fused them all. She wished no {
- but that of God to be witness Of
rer daily grief. and thus chose a life
md independence, cmbittered though
,pv would ever be by remorse.
,ne Ten years passed by, and yet He
e." Remington lived in her deSolate he
ale with her daughter, a mourning an
ent sorrowful woman, bearing about "
eat her consciousness that her passion
,od word8-her want of ChriSt-like
ken bcarance, had sent soul unprepa
ON into eternity. She still dressed
her deep mourning, and those who
lre- her said that such sorrow must
ano genuine. for her dark eye was sun
aud dim-and the hair, though
INC abundant, was mixed with thread
but silver.
he Eila-now growing into won
With hood, attended the village acade
W II W DIS Il iJil9 uISJIlICC IL OlI lICl IU
not but one day shs returned with
rink face flushed more than usual
le a standing in front Of her fathers
that traite, she exclaimed, 80! how iii
was p
.re, "What are you speaking of, Ell
asked her mother.
was As | was coming home, moth
sup saw a gentleman who looked so l
fort like poor father. And he kept
mail eyes on me till had passed him
es- "Who could it be, | wonderl W
ying did YOU see him Ella ?'
AT the corner Of the avenue, c
God site our academy. He was in a
Yard riage, and the hOrses-there were
k OF stood quite still. as they had
leath standing long while. He look
all the girls as they came out, b
your me, | fancied, more than the res
long ut was only your Imagination
time DEAR" said her mother quietly, til
YOU. her heart was strangely stirred.
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