The New Orleans crescent. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1866-1869, 1869-03-21
wfulest little child. and l mosned

out: 1900 "a. .s.-. -4-a. :. rr
felt his quick start, and then he put both arms
around me- and kissed me, but answered nothing.
II know it ALL said, lying quite still, for
knew II was the hast time my head would ever De
like to die with her In your arms"
"Oh, child, forgive me,"n he cried In q broken
voice; at was mad. ] did not know what was
!. Forsive you 30 said. mechanically; " oh yes,
Iforgive you. 1t wss mistake oil through.
was not good enough for you, poor little coun'
try. bred girl like mo-" -
!. Don'i. Katie! = be cried. with q stifsnsd sob
~ am not clever, not beautiful, only loved
you so; would have laid down my life for
"Kstie, darling, only forgive me-" he sroaned;
Eyes said, slowly and painfully forcing out
the words, "you will see her tonight. you will
tell her that you are Free and then you will take
her in your arms and forget Katie Gray IS II she
were dead and buried in the church yard with her
How could 1 say those words, Why did they
come into my mind then! l don't know, but re-
member saying them 30 well.
Don't talk like thai. little Katie IT'S not IKE
:" Good bye. Charles" and raised my head.
at shall never see you again."
katie, do you mean all to be at an end be-
tween u.!"h he asked. stupefed.
You cast me offsp
"Forever,n
Katie, you are trfling with me Are you try
ing TO punish me? If you are, tell me and will
do all in my power to atone to you Tor the wrong
swear to take 1t final; il you give up, 60 for
For moment hesitated, looking up in his
face, but 1t was turned from me. II had read
- h.
thrown myself back Id his arms and said: Only
stay with me, don't break my heart.r But he
kept his face averted. Surely even then he might
have heard the tears in my voice when answered
him that last time:
al am not triling with you. am not trying to
punish you. God knows your happiness is my
dearest wish, but l shall never be anything more
to you now"
"Good,by, then" he said, coldly turning
Oh. little mother. cannot 60 on telling you
about that miserable time when your poor child's
heart broke. when she watered her pillow with
salt tears, and dragged out the lonely hours of
her sorrow. begged papa to let me go away,
and be sent to London to his sister for month.
Poor papa / am afraid was selfish. knew he
would miss his little Katie; but should have
gone mad had / stopped there just then. Before
/ went sent for Maggie. She came, and bent her
dear face over me wet with tears.
sob, Katie, am so grieved.n rs
"will you promise me something, Maggie"
Anything, DEAR" 4...-.. - .-U
"Will you always let me know everything that
happens to Charliel H-if he is going to marry
her-if he loves her, IL she cares for him. You
need not be afraid of hurting me, only tell me
everything. Oh, Maggie'' and l broke down
piteously; "she won't love him as did" And
then we cried on each others nscks, aud Maggie
gave her faithful promise TO do as asked her.
had an indignant letter from her In London.
YolaDde had refused Charlie because Sir George
Avon had been in the neighborhood, and paid
haro atf Far ant hrca tbod
again. He will come back to my faithful heart,
said to myself but he never came. he was in-
fatuated about Miss Pelham. When the bsronet
went away without proposing he asked her
again to marry him, and she consented. Maggie
was faithful chronicler, though she loved him.
Charlie was bewitched, she said. Yolande wound
him round her fngers-he worshiped her more
like goddess than as q woman. Then she firted
with some one else: he was mad with jealousy. and
the engagement broken of.
Will be come back to me, said suxiously In
my heart, for you see, mother, had no pride
where he was concerned; but l waited In vain,
and then at last heard that they were married.
And he is 90 miserable-so miserable. Ali how
my heart bed for him, for she is Indifferent to his
love and fonder of admiration than ever, and he
is still fascinated still torn in two between love
and jealousy. Oh little mother, why are those
wicked, selfish women loved so passionatey, and
we, who would have laid down our lives, thrown
aside unvslued Say, little mother it is not so in
your world, is il, darling? G.,
{ That is the end Of my story-a very old, very
hsckneyed one isn't 1t never told 1t to any one
before-no one else would have cared to hear it
only mother feels that intense divine sympathy
for child's sorrow. The curious gaze coldly, the
wording sneers. the thoughtless laugh. Love is
out of date they say, and the frvolity, the selfish
ness, the self seeking we meet everywhere seems
somehow to bear the truth Of that hard saying.
But oh il cannot be true. If the world is getting
wicked and Indifferent, there must be some pure,
faithful hearts, some true honest lives left In IL.
Say. mother.
Have been dreaming all this timer The room
is dark. the fire out my hands and feet cold as
ice. Did shed those tears, wet upon my cheeks!
What a glare In at the window All, remember,
that is the lamp over Mr.. Lefort's shop door. IL
lie q wet night; there goes one of those blessed
seurs de charlie. An, fe upon my sel6shness
Is there not something to live for? Are there no
aching hearts to weep with no hearts to be re.
lieved? no joys to be shared All, Katie, forget
yourself; 60 out into the world, and SOW the good
fruit that you have gathered in your. bitter har
vest II you can bring a smile to cheeks wan with
weeping-if you can scatter CLEAN of brightness
where now is thickest gloom, will you not find
that flowers still bloom here and there along the
rugged pathway to q better land, that Gods sun
shines down on those who carry their lifelong
cross with 9 brave heart and unsecured temper!
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