The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1867-11-07


from his brow.
"Tsll me, john" I said But the
despair that l had 10 my voice He
lifted his face aud covered it with his
arm, as he had laid hundreds of times
asleep in the old yacht when We we're
children. "Jenny, love Louie Ir
viugham; poor, unlearned boor of
fellow, and she fine lady with
fortune more than | could count
Ever since the time | used to make
her little boats, aud trot her on Ro
ver's back, I've loved hor--aud now
all the more since she is to 20 abroad
next month for years, aud maybe mar
ry fine lord or nobleman-and L
why Jenny, | would die for her
But | must live, live aud work, and
be poor, and know nothing of hooks
and fine society aud such life as
hers"
With the sudden knowledge that
woman has when lovoless, shadowed
life such as mine comes to her, | said
John, cant you bear sorrow that
will never tighten, patiently, quietly.
with will Of iron? in life Shcrc
the sunlight has become hated, to
live trying to forget the pain, and
being cheerful because God wills, aud
one knows the pain is best p
When | spoke, God knows how bit.
ter the pain | held, how far from he.
ing calm or reconoiled l felt,
"But how can [ forget her or how
eau live patiently with nothing to
live for ?"
l felt pain so keen at his words
that | could hardly reply.
"You must forget her, What eau
you ever hope to do to win her proud
fathers consent, even If you win hers 2
Beside, you will have other things to
do. Men must not break their hearts,
The world needs strong arms Think |
With your strong will, your hatred
for being bound, could you enter
that life of fashion aud wordliness
aud not feel out of place ?"
John hung his head like a bSshful
hoy. ~ know it well enough. She
does not love me or dream Of my love
for her could not be sneered ut
by her father
The time had como to speak when
his pride was touched. John, live
a noble life. Que can wear out these
troubles. No, do not go away. Stay
here, and make your heart forget its
folly, if you can. BE man. and do
mans work, leaving the rest -
God"
II will, Jenny. God bless you
and John had gono.
The next day, she came to take
leave of me. 1t rained dismally.
Just think, Jenny, you little
brown wren. Of me. | am actually
going abroad. Five years it is a
long time But you look dismally
sober as IA girl over her first loVe-let.
ter. Maybe it is a lover, Jenny p
she said playfully. Oh we'll, / like
John; he is worthy Of you. | will
bring you a wedding present from
Paris"
She looked daintier than ever in
the plain little room; aud her hair
cingi1g about her soft white brow
ftted for the luxury aud beauty she
lived in.
Louie Irvincham, did you know
that afternoon how the rain, sobbing
outside my little window, walled a;
my own heart helplessly did, as
thought how little the love that you
had would have to you, how, to me,
life itself?
When the soft, white face, in it,
pretty frame work of curls, iadeC
away in the rain. | looked at tn,
hard lines coming on my face, anC
the pain in my set mouth, and for al
: : instant the great difference between
us was so keen that, God forgive The
tears that kept time to the rain with
outl
There is little in the six years after
to tell. John bought vessel, and
was gone long whiles. knew he wa,
patientl he never spoke her name
All the good that life seemed to brinl
him to do, l know he did. Sometimes
| longed to speak of his sorrow, bu
| never did.
Once Miss Louie had played mc
sad plaintive melody of some German
} composer. My life seemed like tn,
3 saddest part of that little tune.
, remember the harmony rose and fel
f till the whole ended in a triumpha
4. burst of sound; aud used to wonde
4 If my life would come to the joy
E notes, too.
r One day John came to me with
} paper, a sort of smile on his quie
lips. His finger pointed me TO
paragraph as he unfolded the paper
t aud | read, Louie's marriage.
. "a rich, great man. John said
( simply. Jenny, have overcome it
( IL was a boyish thing. l know hov
vain, how foolish it would have been.
y That was all he said, folding u
!, the paper and going away.
a The six years were nearly over
Charlie aud ice had been on long
y er cruise than usual, and were com
] ing back. 1t seemed as though m
!, life-work vas pretty clear, | thought
t as | spread the linen to the air, an
n kindled fire in the little front room
The damp chill Of evening cam
c against my cheek as | stood at tn
s gate. On the beach knot of me
had gathered. Perhaps the vesse
9 was already in-and here came Joh
y to tell me. He kept his face from m
rs he came neareri aud look, sue
n as had seen on it when his mothe
a died, was there when he came up t
}. me.
t. lie led me in, away from the sal
= smell and the chill air. to the littl
:, parlor, lighted aud warmed.
= "Jenny, | am in trouble again.