The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1869-11-12
3tiistGiiaae0us Selections.
From Appleton's Journal.l
The DOCTOR s STORY.
CONCLUDED.

'Iou DO uOt think I am dying, my
friend butt am. The soul has it
Iown inLuit,ons, and mine knows of q
surety that It's earthly life is nearly end
led. IfIwere strong enough I should
Icarry what I have told you to the grave
with ne, and let it be buried there il
Everlasting silence. But l am weak
/ | long for humsn sympathy. 1 mus
speak, or shall 90 mad.
4 am as you know, an orphan-sc
thouroghly orphaned, that l have moi
one dim childish remembrance offatbel
or mothers love. My guardian and
his wife were good, cold, proper people,
who spent my small income religiously
/ for my benefit, and never wronged me
Of a cent. It is something in this world
as | have learned since, to be scrupu-
lousy honest and this they were.
/ When 1 was sixteen I was sent to a
fashionable boarding-school, where
Madame La Mode reigned supreme
and good breediDgs took the place of
good morals
She bad gone on glibly thus far +;
but now she paused, and for five min
utes there was silence in the room, while
her color came and went like lambent
flame. When she spoke again it was
.in a low, constrained voice, as that of
.ope who is holding il lash emotions
that are well nigh overmastering
There was one there-I need not
give his name-a foreigner, a music
5eacher There was everything about
him to charm the fancy of young
GID who, ike me, had seen little Of
the world, and less of men. He was
elegant, he was graceful, he was refined.
It was rumored in the school that he
belonged to a noble German family.
and had been exiled for political often
ses. Be this as it may, he had the air
of high-breeding and carried himself
ike a prince of the blood. .s5a
We'll, he loved me. God help me
/ delieve even to-day that he really lov-
ed me. And l? l more than loved him.
He was my idol, whom l wOrshipped
my king, whom l obeyed; my master
whom l served, Even now / can hard
ly wonder that was so beguiled,, Just
think Of it my friend" she cried, while
her baud sought mine with a gesture
that was half depreeating, half implor-
ing "Fataerless, motherless, sisterless
brotherless, / had lived unloved sixteen
years. No heart-warm kisses had ever
touched my bps until his fell there.
4" / consented at last to q secret mar
riage. He told me he would acknowl-
edge me as his wife ere long; bat that,
for while, family and political reasons
compelled him to silence. believe l
was glad of it. 1t tsuited the natural ro-
nance Of my nature, and our love SEEM
ed all the fairer for the vail of mystery
in which it was enstuouded. So one
day we were married by a justice of
the peace, under assumed names.
-Four months passed like a dream !;
and then, ny guardian thinking 1 had
acquitted accomplishments, enough, Il
was Summoned home. I wonder that,
in tbe anguish Of parting from my lover
husband, | did not betray our secret to
the school But I had learned worthy
wisdom and selt-coutrol; and when be
placed me in the carriage, and shook
hands with me in the presence Of a lit
lie crowd Of teachers and scholars, II
,aid good-by with out change Of col |
'r, and nodded gayiy as We turned the
,orner .e8e
He was to come TO me IN vacation
md meantime lie was to write to me /.
But week after week passed, and no
gord, no Iue, no token, broke the sill
nee that had droI p d between us. Then
me day there came a letter-not from
nm, but from one Of the school girls.
lfofzssor T., she said Was dead. |
L had had bsajn,feyer. Nobody
5ougPt he would die; but he did, HeI
sas buried yesterday and the girls all
sore mourning. badges at the funeral
I'd placed flowers on the coffin. She
lopgRt I would ike to know about It,
Jr. l had always been a fayorite with
be professor.
That was all. / cannot dwell upon
10 weeks that followed-weeks In ( /
hici ITbecatne aware that ], the un- {
owledgsd wife of dead husband Ii
ould, IN Que course Of time, beeomef '
le mother Of his child. 'e- Il
She psused 8gain, ard her breath 5
.me quickly. How my heart bled for 4
sr! But words were idle. So 1 only $
Ut back the damp hair FROM her fore e
cad, and presently she went on.
4 Gao only givey0u outlines, doctor. v
our heart and your imagination must $
) Che. filing up. lived, fer the next a
70 o. tIes months, 1 hardly kIow t,
w.. Then when I knew that my sit Eu
,tioq could be copeealed no longer, i $
=nt 10 a cousin Of my mothers, a
ain, seEs.he good7hea4ted woman, n
-dt Old her my story. 80. a 3 tt
'Wa went TO the seaside together, n
e and I and there, after hours of
arfal agony, my child was borne. 4
Two weeks atterWard | aWoke. seam- q