The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1869-07-16


last time he drew me towards him, and
placing his hand beneath my chin, he
looked deep into my eyes, and said,
"Only one year, pet, and then trust
shall sit here with Kate Edgewoyth in
stcad Of Kate Randall. 1t will seem o
long year, darling, but we will try and
bc patient" 49, Ia
Aud he stopped to kiss away the tears
gathering in my eyes.
Throwing my arms around his neck,
| sobbcd out my grief upon his bosom,
and a shudder shook my franc as |
thought that this might be the last time
| ever would rest my head on his heart.
Why was It'll was SO hauntcds
The next night found me on my way
to the North, leaving all that was dear to
me, and going among strangers; for we
had only lived there q short time, and
could not feel at home SO soon among
those who cared nothing for me.
At home, | was greeted warmly by
all !; yet my heart cried for all it had
left, and would not be comforted.
In few days came long, loving let
ter from Paul How precious every
word! How l lived those never to be
forgottn days over again. How every
wordhe ever spoke seemed ringing in
my ear, and my idol became more and
moro cxhalted
New friends came around me in my
new home, and all were valued accord
ing to their comparison with my stan
dard Of cxcclIcncc-Paul. | only coun,
ted time by the regularity with which !
heard from him.
For three months my heart was fully
satisfied with his frequent loving letters.
With his dear picture before me, read
them, and imagined he almost smiled on
me in my happiness. Then there came
a change. waited long, but no word
came from him; in agony wrote again,
and received in reply cold, formal let
ter; che was well, hoped was not con
cerned abea: him, but really his time
was so occupied, he could not write SO
often as he had formerly done"
Twas unreasonable / chided myself
for being so thoughtless. knew he
was very much absorbed in his law stu
dies why had doubted him? So ]
tried to still tho pain in my hcart-to
smother the desire for one loving word,
from, him.
Oh was my fear shadow of coming
events? sluddcred, and tried not to
think. If he was going to strike the
dagger of disappointment into my heart,
why not do SO nowg not torture me will
half-lovc.
could endure suspense no longer; |
must know If was loved 10 more and
in desperation | wrote again. After
months of weary waiting, the strain
proved too much for my nerves; for
weeks | lay at the point Of death; and
when / awoke to consciousness, cried
out in agony, "Oh, why did | not die ?
why must | liyc?
When was well enough to receive it,
they gave INC letter from his sister,
that sweet one who would not wrong or
wound the heart Of the most insignifi
cant. She knew sDlI, for by accident
she found portion Of the letter which
he had torn up and thrown to the four
winds when he received it from me.
How sweet was her sympathy! Could |
| only have laid my head ON her bosom
and wcpt, my heart would have been
less heavy.
Weary months have passed since
then, and the day that was to have been
my wedding-day has gone by long ago.
Still in my heart rc-ochocs the old long
ing; and when others have conc to me
with tales OF love, my heart has turned
to stone. They call me hcartlcss; and
we'll they may, for never can love bring
back the warmth that his GOODNESS has
frozen.
There are rumors that he is about to
marry an hciress. Oh, could she know
the words he has spoken TO mc--could
she hear the vows uttered beneath the
shade Of those lofty pines could they
speak, she would trcmble for her hap
pincss, and could guess why he turned
from me to her.
Cold lies the snow all over the earth;
chilly winds moan around the house and
penetrate every crcvice but colder and
more penetrating comes the snow Of
despair to broken heart that is is fore
cd to live, but longs for death.