Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1867-10-25

! does not love meo dream Of nv love
for her. Icould not be sneered at by
her father"
The time had come to speak when his
I pride was touched. "John, live a no.
/ bic life. One can wear out these trOub-
/ les. No, do not go away. Stay here,
l and make your heart forget its folly, il
D you can. Be q man, and do a mans
/ work, leaving the rest to God"
'fI viii, Jenny. God bless you 81 and
John had gone.
The next day, she came to take leave
| of me. 1t rained dismally.
f'Just think, Jenny, you little brown
wren, of me. I am actually going
abroad. Five years it is long time
But YOU look dismaIIy sober, as sober as
a girl over her first lOve-letters Maybe
/ it is q lover, Jenny ?N she said, playful
ly. "Oh well, I like John he is
worthy Of you. 1 viii bring you we'd
ding present from Paris"
She looked daintier than ever In the
plain little room and her hair cling
ing about her goft, white brow, fitted
for the luxury and beauty she lived in.
Louie Irvingham, did you know that
afternoon how the rain, sobbing out
side my little window, walled as my
own heart helplessly did, as thought
how little the love that you had would
have been to you, how to me-Iife It
self9
When the soft, white face, in its pret-
ty framework Of CUrls, faded away in
the rain, I looked at the hard lines COM
ing on my face, and the pain in my
set mouth, and for an instant the great
difference between us was so keen that
God forgive the tears that kept time
to the rain without
There is little IN the six years after to
tell. John bought a vessel, and was
L. n
tient he never spoke her name, All
the good that life seemed to bring bin
to DO, know he did. Sometimes long
ed to speak OF his sorrow but L never
did.
Once Miss Louie had played me a sad
DlaintiVe melody OfsOme German COM
poser. MY life seemed like the saddest
Dart of that little tune. I remember
the harmony rose and fell TIL the whole
ended in q triumphal burst of sound
and used to wonder If my life would
come to the jOy-notes, too.
One day John came 20 me with pa
per, a sort Of smile on his quiet lips.
as he unfolded the paper, and read
LOuie's marriage.
"a rich, great man." John said, sim
Dly, "JennY, have overcome 1t. II
was bOyish thing. I know how vain1
how foolish it would have BEEN"
That was all he said, folding up the
paper and going away.
The six years were nearly over. Char
lie and Joe had been on a longer cruise
than usual, and were coming back 1t
seemed as though my -ufs=8HOrk was
pretty clear, / thought, as / spread the
linen to air, and kindled fire in the
little front room. The damp chill of
evening came against my cheek as
stood at the gate. On the beach q knot
of men had gathered. Perhaps the yes
sci was already in-and here came John
to tell me. He kept his face from me
as he came nearer and look, such as
I had seen on it when his mother died,
was there when he came up TO me.
He led me in, away from the salt
smell and the chill air, to the little par
Ior, lighted and warmed.
"Jenny, I am in trouble again. /
have come to you"
looked quickly up at him.
"I've lost some dear friends, and need
Won to tell me that God knows best,
and thatit is right"
I thought of Louie and the Irving
hams but a second look in Johns
face made me say
ffIt is Joe and Charlie Ihey VIII
never come home %
Johns face had fallen between his
hands.
One thing more, and this little story
is ended. It's no more than what you
who read have known.
When, eight months later, Johns
vessel came back, I heard calmly the
little he could tell me Of the wreck. He
Jay on the grass pilot (fOr it was Sum
nner again), his hand across his face.
"Jenny, it's a long time since told
you nay first real trouble. i We another
deeper, now for with it all, however
can bear pain and toll, think a woman
can bear heart pain better than man.
/ loved Louie Irvingham fOOishly,
blindly, and grew to see it. Looking
hack to that daY, I have not forgotten
some words you said. Jenny, tell me,
whatever the boys heart was, can you
trust the mans p"
dad trust it, and the victory notes
came at last into my life.
He was to sail early on the morroW5
and in three months was TO pc ms
wife. What was the parting, then
I did not think about the pain in my
fulness of joy.
I've an idea you may call the enQlnB
of this story sad, but it isn't. Though
the night that Johns vessel set in for
the harbOr, there was storm, and she
went on the rocks, and-Well--in the
morning they drew him in out Of the
surf. and brought him up to Nancy Bell
and me. I think if I had the old re-
beIlious cry against God in my heart
thatI had the night before, when l
heard the signal guns stJp, 1 would
have lost it from my first look at Johns
face, where q smile of peace and trust
was. Next his heart I fOnnd little
flower had given him, years before,
in a bit of paper with these words
written
Jenny. Darling The ship is going down
DON'T make il hard for me to stay in heaven
without you, by feeling that this was so BIT
ter; for after all, the world may be dark
but the end viii be enough Tor us both 1Ou
will know how much ID0uld have said, and
could not. Be very tender Of yOuEselI 1Of
my sake. Comfort Nancy God VIII COM
fort you, my brave darling.
JOHN
And God did comfort me-
BERTHA s.. SCRANTON.