The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1866-09-29

and thcn-will appreciate her sacrifice, |
or, himself innocent, blame her for thus
casting suspicious upon him2 :.4l.r
The foreign lands that would have been
dream Of delight to her year ago, the
galleries aud scenes, the wonders Of the
old world Of which she has heard and
read, pass before her numbed heart like
dream, and only duty keeps her calm
and attentive to. her pupils. Still, as the
months passed on, she found youth would
seek relief from sorrow, and unconscious
ly the snterest came back, and her sore
heart clung to the kind friends who met
her in her desolation. Time, which heals
the sorest wound was laying his fingers
over her heart, and ever present duty and
constant change were bringing back her
smiles, while hope whispered words of
comfort. Three years would soon pass,
then she would see Rupert and he would
explain all.
Two years passed rapidly, and then the
Baxters recrossed tie Atlantic. II TGs
in July that they landed in Boston, and
resolved before returning home to pass
away the hot months at Nahant. Emily
who had shrunk from parting, willingly
agreed TO accompany them to the water
ing place, to remain until fall. Return
before the three years were over, she
dared not. She had seen in her long cx-
lie, notice of the Ariadne's safety, and
more she could not hope for until Ru-
pcrts return.
There was one spot not far from the
hotel, where she became fond Of linger-
ing. 1t was not in the regular walks Ia
ken by frcqucnters of watering places
and SIZE soon made it daily resort
. There with her sketch-book or some nee
dlcwork. she passed the hours when the
most Of the visitors slept away the time
namely, the early afternoon. She had
learned, early in her self-imposed martyr
, dom, to avoid sleeping through the day
e finding every hours work and wakeful
ness added to her rest at night; and
/ while Martha and Ellen mapped away the
hours, she touched up sketches, read ol
a scwed till they we're awake and ready fo
her chat or music.
3 It was not many days after her arrival
when she was seated in her favorite spot
fancying herself safe from any intrusion
that close behind her she heard:
= Fanny, look look at that young cir
d sketching | am sure it is Emily Dun
d bar"
r She tried to rise to flee, but could on
/ " look up in wild helplessness.
It 4 cry Of Emily dear, dear Emily =
followed Mrs, Lees recognition, an
e Fanny Watson was sobbing over her
n kissing her lips, cheeks and eyes, scold
y ing and caressing all at once.
"Oh, how could you? how could you
h Do not speak. ! know why you ran of
= You simplcton, not to wait till the trut
1t came out"
lr "Thc TRUTH gasped Emily.
"You don't deserve to hear il. 1t W.
II the head clerk Uncle Robert suspecte
d it, and the detective proved it. He too
Of thousands Of dollars"
"But the note ?"
e ale confessed, when he saw that a
was found out. The note he took tn
Or day before Rupert left, and slipped it
n, amongst his money, knowing he woul
r sail the next day, and hoping he woul
ST not pass 1t at home.
but" said the bewildered girl, "wh'
- made Rupert SO, strange, so"
o. Hot bushes rose on Fanny's cheeks
she whispered
''IIe was in love, and-afraid I woul
ce not love poor clerk. He has write
as it all since, for his position now is secur
c, aud his anxiety about you broke down Q
I'll fancied barriers. He will be home
Id a year, nd-and-Emily viii you hay
OF me for sister?"
in Mrs. Lee here claimed share in Il
joy, and Emily went back to the hotel
Introduce the new arrivals to the Baxte
ne and clear up the mystery they had new
N questioned.
Rupert's letters were the next joy, al
1t after reading all his loving interest in h
ct disappearance, his pain at his own inab
ity to aid in searching for her, she cou
tn echo his cry
'Oh, how could she doubt me, or da
to peril her own good name by heeil
he when she was innocent? Poor Emil
ie, God guard her and bring her home soc
ne to feel that no one may safely underta
in to bear another's guilt" One year lat'
lly there was a grand wedding at Watson
he and in all the group of happy hearts no
he throbbed with purer JOY than that
the dark-eyed bridemaid-Emily Dunb'
ed