Weekly Trinity journal., 1869-02-27
NUMBER 8.


i" Katie, do,you mean all to be at an end be-
tween us 7" he asked, stupefed. ,....f
"You cast me off ?' 'i aeis 't n.d
EYES,
n Forever" r. p 'atZ
aYes.p5sx2l1-sd s3s6r diiw ssaa- ~ -
/" Katie, are you trifing with me are you try
ing to punish me? If you are, tell me, and
wifi do all in my power to atone to you for the
wrong have done. Give me your last answer
now. swear to take it as a final if you give
nae up, Ego forever" 'oa 10 =
. For y moment hestated, looking up in his
face but it was turned from me. If had read
sign of love or tenderness there would have
thrown myself back in his arms and said
s OnIy stay with me, don't break my hearth
But he kept his face averted. Surely even then
he might have heard the tears in my voice when
II answered him that last time.
bss i am not trihingfwith you.f / am not trying
to punish YOU. God knows your happiness is
my dearest wish, but shall meyer be anything
more to you now"
RI Goodbye, then; he said, coldly turning
Ny wistful eye followed him blind with unshed
tears. l cried out after him the door closed
upon bis retreatng form, but he did not hear,
and then fell to the earth prone, hfeless, and
forgot my pain and the anguish Of my heart.
So papa found me when he returned home, and
his was the first eagef anxious face | saw when
I came backIto life .i9l SIS rr
. Oh, little mother, cannot go telling you
about that miserable time when your poor
chid's heart broke, when she watered her pill
low with salt tears, and dragged out the lonely
hours of her sorrow. begged papa to let me go
away, and he sent. me to London to his sister
for month. Poor papa | am afraid / was
selfish. I 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. aaod fo srt ~ D
4" Oh, Katie, l am SO grieved.''
4" Will you promise me something, Maggie ?"
Anything, dear"
Will you always let me know everything
that happens to Chariiei If-If he is going to
marry her-ifhe loves her, if she cares for him.
You need not be afraid Of hurting me, only tell
me everything. Oh, Maggie !'' and l broke
/ down piteously; g She won't love him like
did," And then we cried ON each others
necks, and Maggie gave me her faithful promise
to do as / asked her. SO
had indignant letter from her in London.
], Yolande had refused Charlie because Sir George
Avon had been in the neighborhood, and had
paid her great attention. For moment l
breathed again. He will come back to my faith
ful heart, said to myself; but he never came.
He was infatuated about Miss Pelham. When
the Baronet went away without proposing to her,
he ask ked her again to marry him, and she con-
sented. Maggie was a faithful chronicler,
though she loved me- Charlie was bewitched,
she said' Yolande wound him round her
fpgers-he worshipped her more like goddess
than woman. Then she flirted with some one
else; he was mad with jealousy, and the engag-
ment broken off. ~ ~ B.s1
Will he come back to me I said anxously
in my heart, for you see mother had no pride
where he was concerned but I waited in vain,
and then at last [ heard they were married.
And he is so mserable-so miserable? Ah!
how my heart has bed for him, for she is indif-
ferent 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 woman loved so
passionetely, and we who would have laid down
our lives thrown aside nnvalued? Say, little
mother it is not SO in your world, is it, darling?
That is the end of my story-a very old, very
hackneyed one, isn't it :? never told it any one
before-no one else would have cared TO hear it
only mother feels that intense divine sympa-
thy for q chids sorrow. The curious gaze
coldly, the wording sheers, the thoughtless
laugh Love is out of date, they say, and the
frivolity, the sel6shness, the self-seeking we
meet everywhere seems somehow to bear the
truth of that hard saying. But oh it cannot be
true. If the world is getting wicked and indif-
ferent, there must be some pure faithful hearts,
u, ~ ~ la"*
Have / been dreaming all this time7 The
room is dark, the fire out my hands and feet
are cold as ice Did shed these tears, wet
upon my cheek? What glare in at the win
dow All, remember that is the lamp over
Mr.. Leforl's shop door. 1t is wet night there
goes one of those blessed Saeurs de charlie. All,
fe upon my selfshness ! Is there not something
to live for are there aching hearts to weep
with, DO hearts to be relieved, no joys to be
shared ? All, Katie, forget yourself; go out
into the world, and SOW the good fruit that you
have gathered in with your bitter harvest If
you can bring smile to cheeks wan with weep
ing-if you can scatter a CLEAN of brightness
where now is thickest glosp, will you not find
that flowers still bloom hefeand there along the
| rugged pathway to better land, and that Gods
sun shines down on those who carry their life
long cross with brave heart and an unsecured
temper ?-Tem.ple Bar, q r9..r5