Clayton herald. (Clayton, Del.) 1867-1870, 1869-06-12


aunt placed her haad upon the shoulder
of her niece, and looking her in the face,
replied to her question
"She is with he4 Father"
"Dead mother dead to the world and
me? and I've returned with such light
heart; and now to feel my plans for her
comfort and happiness are all dissipated.
oh, fate, thou art indeed crueli Even
from childhood thou hast pursued with
relentless hand; first my father, after
wards friends, then my lover, aol0 my
mother"
tone has come back, dear love-" and
Canfield's arm supported his wife.
"'Tls true one has come back, but the
others will never return. One dead, and
the other almost stranger"
"Dear one, we will 60 and renew the
acquaintance whenever you DESIRE"
Garfield, you are kind, and owe
you more than l can repay by lifetime
of love. recognize your voice and
will not become Respondent"
A few weeks passed and the storm of
grief subsidized. She summoned new
strength and acknowledged the claim of
others upon her love; she visited Flora
in company with her husband, and
found her the same true friend. While
Casader was abroad, Flora found her
ideal of a man, and only waited for the
return of her friend to consummate the
VOWS of love. So they had wedding at
Flora's house, and two more happy
hearts were united. Casader saw Eata
several times in New York, merely pas
sing her on the street. Twice they stop
ped to talk, but the repeated invitations
of Casader were never accepted by Eata
and they never met at their homes. Eata
did not forget Casader's neglect of her
while in Europe and never gave her the
chance to slight her in any way again.
She married rising merchant and eve
ry want was supplied by an indulgent
husband. Often did she recount the
story of an early friendship to her oldest
child, Ia daughter) adding at the conclu-
sion, there is such thing us love be-
tween misses, but as time hastens on
one or the other almost forgets it. True
hearts are treasures moro to be valued
than plenty of gold" Tears always
rolled down her cheeks when repeating
the story of her early life and admitting
her weakness. She loved Casader to
her dying day, ,sand neveT in the suppli-
ants sigh addressed to the. Father did
she forget to pray for her friend, From
the time she first babe her goodbye to
the latest hour of her life, she counted
her as loved one and asked blessing
for her. Other friendships were formed,
several which lasted, but none seemed
as dear to her heart. Casader's name, in
connection with that of her husband and
children, was the last thought ex pressed
by the dying one. These lines which
she often repeated we trust were true:
"L'll love thee till my latest breath,
I'll love thee when I'm claSped in death:
III love thee still on high
While on my tide of life doth flow,
My loye for thee no end shall know
Twill never, never dte.'
Casader never knew how dearly the
woman loved her, until after her death,
aud book was presented to her as re-
quested by Eata. Then she read the
words penned to herself, and knew the
love promised in girlhood had lasted
with life. She wept bitter tears, for she
had sighted one who loved her, not
knowing the fact. "NIy God, l loved
her soul, but she loved me while of the
earth. Forgive, if wronged her did
not know she loved me enough TO die
for ME, but know it now. May meet
her in heaven and love her as she de-
served" Garfield established home
in New York City and there during the
winter months they lived in happiness.
AS they passed the brown stone fronts
on the principal streets, Cnsader would
look into Canfield's face and question if
he thought thcm happy.
"Do you suppose the inmates of those
houses are truly happy? 1 remember
my early home and the hearts therein,
though satisfied with worldly goods,
were unhappy. There was something
wanting, and that something was sno
only thing that tinges life with anything
like happiness. Some love, no doubt,
and they enjoy all there is of happiness
on earth"
II agree with you, dearest, that un.
less love abounds in the heart we never
taste true happiness. Very few of those
people are happy; they have miserable
husbands who spend their time at the
gaming table or at houses of i'll fame
Nevertheless they (the men) are admit
ted in the highest circles of the So called
fashiona BILE society and are flattcred and
courted because they have money. Ma
ny of our acquaintances have just such
husbands, mean, despicable specimens
of men, who do not recognize the term,
honor. Many young and innocent
girl can trace her first wrong step and
her present misery to the rich and sup
posed single man, who gained her love
and robbed her of purity"
"Do you know 1 never feel to trust |
any OF my lady acquaintances, those
who style themselves my friends, for I
know if you should lose our money,
they would not speak to us.''
very true, ana the sooner they dis
cover our opinion of them the better. 1
feel sorry for the young ladies who have
only one hope in life, and that the pos
session of rich husband. They don't
believe in love, and are so pettcd and
spoiled in childhood that they could
never make man happy if they po-
sessed it.'
"We can't charge tho world, so we'll
try and enjoy ourselves, caring little