Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1867-06-12
WATERToWN, WIS, WEDNESDAY JUNE 4S @5'

he might never. raise from. it! III had8i'
EoI Day by: day did the doomed youth grow
weaker and. more attenuated. Emily
ministered by his bedside increasingly 1
cared not to forbid her, for [ could aweH
afford to grant him this consolation
Words, ordinary forms Of address rarely
passed between them; but often how of
ten: have Ieseen his eager eye follow her
about the room, influenced, as it seemed
to ME, by a magnetism, in her presence;
Pand then; as his emotion grew uncontroll-
able,o heewould bury his wan face in his
pillow, and weep bitter tears Of grief!
! He had nothing to live for; death would
come as grateful relief to him; yet /
well knew theiremedy which would quick
I ly restore.himato life and strength. # It
lay withln my powega but I would not, l
could not applyeit gs 10 -egoaaa ralag.
+ He died at last, and my heart beat
more placidly. For myself, Ismight have
loved him. for Emily, / could not but
hate him, and I was not hypocritical en-
ough to grieye lover him. We followed
him toathe grave; Emily, with tears and
sohs which she tried not to restrain; / as
cold and passionless as the marble which
they raised above his dust. In each case
the feeling was genuine and unfeigned, u
F And at last the wish of my heart Was
fulfilled, for Emily Barnard now became
my wife. The stormy turbulence. Of my
life was at an end; domestic peace and re-
tiremen;, and therefore happiness, for
which, had yearned, was attained; and
my life passed quietly on toward its goal,
cheered and blessed by the love, as [
thought, Of my wife Nay I was not
unreasonable enough to entertain a DOUBT
>of her love; she was mine now, lawfully
mine, and her interests must all nave
been centered in me- Children, also,
were born to US, strengthen the bonds of
heart union between US; and as they grew
up to manhood and sWemanhood around
us, thoughts like these to- which [ have
here given Shape, grew foreign me; and
at length almost ceased TO annoy me. 3ss'
a And, still later | stood by the death
bed Of Emily, my wife, and received her
last breath: They left me awhile, to
mourn over her, as she lay dead before
me; almost as beautiful as upon the day
'wbeninly heart bounded to greet her, on
my return to the old farm. house. And
tIirn, in an evil moment, some demon
whispered in my ear the hateful, startling
query-"Did she ever love your f'Tta 6.
ID 1he same evil genius must have guild
ed my hand to a gold chain which l had
often observed around aEmily's meek,
though had always studiously refrained
from questioning her concerning lit. |
withdrew 1T from her bosom, and dlscov-
cred alocket attached to it. My fingers
hervously pressed the spring; and there
transcribed with alEthe painters cunning
the face of Walter Lanyard, himself tmum-
phaut, even i'll dissolution, glowered upon
me5fromi the cold ivory! 5sla4.sno3 al US
/ p ~ - a.zi * sd3 *af X s.. *5QiHs
T My question was fully ansWered;i she
had never loved me! The tell-tale mina-
sures had betrayed the secret; zealously y
concealed while she lived; it had lain next
her heart since the day of Walter death;
and; though true and faithful to hervows,
in heart aud spirit she had been as faith
full to him.. -hTaW0j 72@gjsa9 .dasH.r4
The wane of my ceventful life has been
thus burdened, with a secret too heavy
to be borne; for / am old now, and weak In
soui andmy own grave will soon be made.
7 The grandchildren Of Emily surround me,
recalling powerfully. with their bright,
ho Of no
lost; they sportively climb my Knees and,
in childish sympathy, wipe from the fur
rowed cheeks the tears which they uncon-
sclously force from my dimming eyes
And constantl ly--now. that [ know that 1t
never was, as it never can be, mine--ny
spirit silently yearns and sorrows for the
love of Emily. r yr~.lt--..-..:~T ~
The pictured face of Walter Layard
smiles, as if animate, from the miniature
uponJyonder mantel; strange infatuatlon
compels me daily to gaze upon it., Fatal
revelation? It has made my nights sleep
less, and haunted my waking hours with
disquietade! Without it, [ might have
been happy; with it, alone, have | gained
a perfect knowledge of the heart oEEmily
Barnard. 80. - ..,-.,. ..l..r.'.-.
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