The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-10-25

ty we'll guessing the nature Of the let
ters.
And now" be continued, good
By. You must write us sometimes,
and land Garry. toO-will write
you, and very often. May we soon
meet again, old fellow
/ warmly shook the offered hand,
promised to write often, said a few
words, which, kind as / tried to make
them, seemed, as they were uttered.
to be miserably commonplace. and to
carry meaning very far short of what
| felt. aud we returned to the veran-
dab.
Like most Englishmen, we were
both undemonstrative in our meetings
and partings. devoutly believe that
either one of US would have risked his
own life TO have saved the others, or
would have shown the equally rare
virtue. had occasion called for it, of
giving the other a letter Of credit
upon his bankers to the full extent of
his account. And yet friends such as
We were, and there are many such to
be found in the world, meet, after
long years of absence, with a mere
" Well, old fellow" and shake of the
hand, and separte, perhaps for years,
In the same cool fashion.
We can imagine couple Of Ice
LADDERS doing this sort Of thing, and we
can imagine a couple Of Frenchmen
INDUCING in stage embraces and other
antics on such occasions; and yet it
cannot be the suD--latitude can have
nothing to do with it-for we cannot
imagine the pulses of the two phleg-
matte Icelanders beating one whit the
faster, or their keeping bottled up
under their sealskin waistcoats very
much impulsive and generous feeling;
nor can we picture to ourselves Hen |
ri and Alphonse, spite oftheir gesticu-
lations and embraces, having very
much idea of carrying their regard be- |
yond such demonstrations. And yet |
under this seeming GOODNESS and in |
difference we keep down the best |
feelings of our natures. 1t must be |
that the dread of being thought a
humbug and sentimental-those spec
tres which haunt an Englishman,
aud make him out of very fear APP
pear other than he is-are at the bot
tom of it all.
A general confusion of hand shak- |
ing and a general confusion of spoken
farewells, many tears and much kiss
ing on the part of the womankind,
Carry Buckley, smiling and fearful,
carried away in jam-pan, with her
husband riding beside her, a futter-
ing Of handkerchiefs, some slippers
in mid air, and they were gone. i
Miserably lonely and cherries the
little house seemed, and very solitary
and very much alone felt on my re-
turn home that afternoon. Even the
pipe failed to afford me the usual
amount of comfort; | could neither
smoke, read, nor work at my
usual task; SO, after trying each
in turn, and failing utterly,
rushed off to seek companionship and
life at the club. But Buckley's let
tiers yet remained in my pocket.
These first took out, and soon dis
posed of One was from Smith, with
a check. for Rs 100, in payment Of
the eyentful bet; and the other was
from Baker, who had been the treas
urer for the Spinster Sweepstakes,
and contained draft for the stakes,
in amount Rs. 800.
My little story is nearly finished.
Wew will take just one more little
glimpse of our friends before the cur
tain falls and the lights are extin-
guished. Time, the perpetual old
clock, had gone on ticking; the dial
of the year had been circled and
thrown into the abyss of the past,
there to moulder and rot among the
thousands of its predeces-
sors; another dial and another
had been circled to, and added to
the decaying mass. Il was three
years since Buckley's marriage,
and was with them again
for the first time since.
In looking back, as [ very often did
during those three years, and recall
ing to my mind what Carry Wharton
then was, it used to seem to me that
she was all woman should be, and
that in meeting her again she could
scarcely be found so good, so excel
lent and so loveable as of old. But
perfect as she had been as a girl [
found her, as wife, still as perfect.
And what was still more. Buckley
evidently thought so too. And as [
saw them in their happiness, their
mutual confidence and love, aiding,
cherishlng, and supporting each other,
a darkness seemed to fall from mine
eyes, and a voice seemed to say, You
were generous in your judgment of
these; you were confident in your
hopes OF these; you judged and you
hoped wisely; there is much that is
good in this world; be generous in
your judgment of all, be hopeful in
your hopes of all. :"