The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1867-10-08

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week passed and he did not come neal
our house. Time alter time sang IN the
choir and he never even spOke to the
and the troubled look was ever on his
lace, and he had grown older in this short
space of time.
To love him and be so utterly separated
from him, even where | could have
touched him with my hand To leel to
my hearts core the coldnrss of his lock
and tone when lie was forced to speak to
me. Oh my heart ~as wrung in those days.
IL ached as young hearts only can
ache, AMI the worst was. it was grief /
could share with one. SO finding there
was no explanation coming, left the
choir. / had cold, and my voice was
weak. There was real reason to give,
and gave 1t. And Emily Otis took my
place, and ! sat on the Sabbath between
grandpa and grandma in the old church
below. 1 could hear him there, but |
need not zee bin.
think grandma guessed something was
wrong. But she thought me such a
child that she could hardly think of any
serious woolng for me yet.
A week after | had left the choir the
organ was dumb again. Andrew Hud-
sons engagement had expired and he re-
fused 10 renew it,
He left New Rochelle without even
bidding me goodbye. never knew how
mach was left In my heart until heard
that he was gone.
That day l 'taid in my own room. And
Ill enough ! really was, Heaven knows
There's no all of the body like that of
the heart. Though grandmas pills and
potionS flung out of the window by
stealth into the a ,wer-be1s.
The next day l dressed myself and
went down TO breakfast As stood be-
fore the glass | said to myself: "Sophy
Norroway, the time has come VIXEN YOU
must play the woman. The only man
you ever loved or ever can love. has no
love for you, that is certain and though
you were not to blame at first, for he
gave you cause to think he was fond of
you, you wolldl be to blame TO keen that
love in your heart. Crush it. or, if you
don't crush it. hide it, Look as well and
be as merry as you can, and let nobody
nave c'u'e to point at you and say,
'Nophy Norroway was disappointed in
love, and that is why she never married.
when you are the lonely old maid YOU
must live TO be-" For you see had no
thought OF liking any one else. knew
that could never happen.
We'll, fought with myself after that.
battlcd down the tears. forced nv.
self to pay visits and to have my friends
about me. would not cry even when
alone. But do all would there was the
heart'ache still The fox g1awed at my
bosom, though | kept the mantle over it.
Sometimes | think it is almost pity
that woman >houl: ever love For we
ran be sure OF nothing in this earth. and
NE Is worthless 10 one of US if the man
she loves dies or forsakes her. A man
'an love twenty women. But a woman
never truly loves more than one man. I
lsed to wish often and often that had
rver met Andrew Hudson.
Fighting down the love it was wronc
'ow to cherish, and trying do to my duty,
md, ] humbly hope, doing it in some
Measure, /llval through the long years
vt the end of the tenth grandp, died.
ind grandma followed him in few
months
couldn't live without him." she said
You see we'd been together these fifty
ears, husband and l." And those were
he last words / ever heard her syeak
pr an hour after that she died. with her
heck lying softly in her hand like that of ,
sleeping babe.
could not grieve for them-it seemed ,
u selfish. But was all alone in the
'orld- lived alone in the old house
ut for my one servant. and sat alone in :
he pew with gr indma's name on the
ack. where it had been for fifty years. ,
n ID the new organ>t-a lady-play,
nd the choir sing, and thought despite :
lyselt, of the hands which had once q
'uched the keys.
There were many changes in the church. a
'ld Nj Danbury had been gathered to {,
l. fathers. The girls who had sung :,
Mn me were mostly married, rs night ,
ave been had ! chosen but I would +
we no nun heart with arother's name 7
raven on it, and had said .'no" TO m,.re r
ian one who would have made my lone =
life pleasanter | was nearly thirty. :,
nj the young folks called me an "old i
aid" u
1 knew, but was well content. for
me had found my secret out
My thirtieth birthday fell on the first n
inday of October. Ii was eleven years Il,
nee the first Sabbath Andrew Hudson IL
I'd played upon that organ to which |
tened dreamily as Miss Phillips PLAYED re
she styled i') the people ina strain
had been fond of; and as listened at
e old memories swept over me thick b,
ID last. l bent my head upon the front
my pew, and prayed that God might sw
'ss the man loved wherever he might ev
(; for, after all those years. and my
'g battle with myself, there was no
ange in my love- 70
When | lifted my head stranger was
ssing up The ai-le. A man of forty
tn an olive skin and Spanish eyes
tn crisp black hair heckpd with silver. wi
. falling from the crown-tall, finely
med but walking with II slight limp