The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1868-03-12

was not dead, but had looked upon me
With eyes Ofanguishl
IprOyed to forget since It were sin
now TO remember; for, was not Norm
an WilIiard's vile? and was not the ba-
by at my breast his? Could anything but
death come between us?
wandered YEARLY through thu
house, hearing ever echo of those othO,
footsteps which should have kept
pace With mine seeing ever those sad
repronehful eyes, which should hove
looked love into mine and met their
answering glance.
The years dragged slowly away. and
We Normon Willard and I-were hus.
band apd wife. Wretched. wailing babes
we're born to US, who soon pushed away
the cup Of life from their lips, folded
their pale hands meckly, and went 10
their bright home in tho skies.
dropped, pale and faded ill my
husband was fain to send me 10 the sea-
side 10 regain health and bloom, but such,
alas! copld never moro be mine,
AT the seaside on the beach, Will
lie crossed my path again, and in frant.
ic haste ] rushed TO the obscurest spot |
could fnd, lonely, desolatO shore;shere
no stranger footsteps wOull ever come
10 haunt me.
But Icould not flee away from. nor
hide me from-myscif The hoarse
waves, breaking on the wreck-strewn
beach. pumurcd the forbidden namel
Il was borne to my strained ear on t1e
shriekiBg winds in the pauses of the
STORM The zephyr. signing through the
pine trees, whispered only the name Of
Wtllic!- Willie still 10 me, though there
were lhtends Of silver iu my hair, and |
was old before my time!
Life vas fast becoming a burden too
heavy to be borne, and l wrote TO Nor.
man 10 come and take me homo 10 dio.
While mas waiting for him, there
flashed tome upon the telegraph wives,
this ory.fof help:
,'Loulse, 0 Louise7 come to mo quick
ly. thati msy. die 10 your arms, Nor.
man. ss
Abgekspfllll ifsarfal ssoFnrl 20
~ Sss yiAgl a4Oid lr..
few brief words, but who can estimate
The crushing grief thUy carried to many
hearts?
A few hours Of dread suspense, and /
held close 10 my heart the bleeding,
maugled form Of my husband.
10 my wifew he mounod family, "lhe
doctor says there is no help for me, lei
me hasten TO confess TO you the dread Sc.
cret of my life, and hear your lips say
you forgive me-
There is no need 10 tell it now | re-
piled. Il know it all. Willie is alive
l have seen him!'
lNo noI vou do not know IL nll' he
gssped; d;'Willie wrote 10 you again and
again; intercepted his lotters-nnd
yours tool You will find them all, with
seals .unbroken. 10 a secret drawer in my
counting room!'
forced myself 10 be calm--to hold
him still 10 my breast.
You do moi hate me, nor withdraw
your arms from me! God bless you for
it, Louisel 1t was for love Of you 1 did
it. but 1 have been fearfulIy punished by
the sight of your pale, sad face and
dropping form. You have been q true
and faithful wife to me. l saw your
Willie in Now York q few weeks ago,
and l mado up my mind to tell you oil
and then be TO you as one dead. But l
might not have done it. Nv selfish
love might have held you captive still
God knew best, and he has ordered il
wisely and well. Kiss me quick, Louise,
and hold me close, for l am going
A moment more, aud Norman Willard
was dead in my arms.
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