The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1869-02-12

ulBHl buo WAS 0FIU0utly DobSef3 hilu 10
the first time she slept TRANQUILITY til
morning. The matron who was by he
bedside when she awoke, was startled
by the clear and earnest gaze which
met her own, but she smiled and bid
the invalid sGood morning. Lucy
looked bewildered, but the voice seem
ed to reassure her, and she exclaimed
"Where am I who are youG I dom
know you."
A wild surmise flashed across th,
mind of the matron; the long lost rea-
son of the wanderer had returned
But the good woman replied calmly
and soothingly:-
''Why, you are among your friends
and you viii know me presently"
'fFhen maybe you know Edwin anC
Elem" rejoined the invalid; have they
comeg Oh, had such a terrible
dream! l dreamed that they were
married! Only think, Ellen married
to Edwiul Strange tits that 1 should
dream that"
"My poor Lucy" said the matror
with a gush of tears, ''that was not &
dream; twas all true"
"All truep cried the invalid; then
Edwin must be untrue and that can
not be, for he loves me; we love each
other well, and Ellen is my sister
Let me see them; will 60 to them"
She endeavored to raise herself, but
fell back fainting on the pillow.
"What does this mean9" said She
"What makes me so weak !"
Just then her eye fell on her own
hand-that old and withered hand
She gazed on it in blank amazement.
Something is the matter with my
sight" she said smiling family, ''for
my hands look like an old woman's. "
And so it is" said the matron gently,
''and so is mine; yetwe had fair plump
hands when we were young.-Dear
Lucy do you know me9 l am Maria
Allen-I was TO have been your brides
maid"
/ cannot say more-I will not make
the vain attempt to give in detail all
that mournful revealing-to reduce to
expressive words the dread sublimity
of that hopeless sorrow.
To the wretcbed Lucy, the last
thirty years were as though they had
never been. Of not scene, nor an
incident had she the slightest remem-
brance, since the recreant and traitor
GUS lover stood before her and made
that terrible announcement.
The kind matron paused frequently
in the sad narrative of her poor friends
madness and wanderings, but the inva-
lid would say with fearful calmness-
$50 on, go on" though the drops of
agony stood thick upon her forehead.
When she asked for her sister the mas
ron replied.
'She has gone before you, and your
father also"
"And my mother9" said Lucy, her
face lit up with sicklY ray of hope.
"YoIr mother has been dead twenty
years"
''Desd! All gonel Alone, old dy-
God, my cup of bitterness
S full, and she wept aloud.
Her friend bent over her, and min
Cling her tears with hers said affection
ltely: But you know who drank that
up before you9"
Lucy looked up with a bewildered
and the matron added
The Lord Jesus; do you remember
limp
A look ike sunlight breaking thro'
cloud, look which only saints may
year, irradiated the fearful face of
he dying woman, as she replied:
'Oh, yes, I know Him and loved
lin before fell asleep"
The man of God was called. A few
Who had known Lucy in her early days
anne also. There was much reveren-
ial feeling and some weeping around
Ter death-bed. Then rose the voice of |
rayer. At first her lips moved as her
7eak spirit joined in that fervent ap-
eal. Then they grew still, and poor
.ucy was dead-dead in her gray
aired youth. Those who gazed on
hat placid face and remembering her
armless life and patient suffering,
oubted not that the morn of an eter-
al day had broken on her "Night of
ears"