The States and Union. [volume] (Ashland, Ohio) 1868-1872, 1869-01-13

, " ihus'SoI IdSle.Ii i nus SIQnQS rn(
case, my friend; and how IwillnyoI
meet 1t F2i In nthe other case, it WA
the generoils hand that gave of it
: abnndance; now,itis sheer selfdenial.
~ Huston drew heavy sigh, moved
himself restleSsiy, and looked dowr
upon the Hoo. .'s{Jg 3 qislf, - 4.gs
be'This love that we talk SO much
shout sresumed. the friend, t''is, a sub
lie thing and very apt to- hide from
hs ats true quality. j 1t is much often
Les-sSe of self, than love of 1hesobjeci
soRgh6s Hence have so much un
Happiness in the state of marriage
which, on the theory of mutual love,
ought to be full of bliss, ButI am
using time that cannot he spared to
day, so good morning. IF Margary
has'done you wrong, help her to see
it, and she will not only apologize for
calling you selfish, but will cover your
lips with penitent Kisses" Il
The case supposed, touched the
difficulty at its very core Since
Wiliston's marriage. he had shown
himself gifted with but feeble spirit
of sdfdenial. He enjoyed his home
and his wife, but not in a generous
spirit. She was more social, and her
tastes had received a better cultiva-
ton. She enjoyed music and art in
tensely. Her soul responded loving
ly to all things beautiful. After his
friend left him, Whliston, in the new
light which penetrated his mind, be-
gan to see the relation OF existing as
poets One little incident after an
other was called up from memory and
reviewed, and he saw in them, as in a
mirror, an image of himself so differ
ent from any heretofore presented,
that he was filed with pain and sur
prise. Such thing as self-denial had
scarcely come within the range of his
virtues. Self-denial he had exacted
often. 1t had been no unusual thing
| for Margary to defer her own taste
and wishes to his, and he could think
of many instances in-which she must
have done SO at a considerable sacri-
fee of feeling .v.--u -;,.ee v
Dear Margary," he said, speaking
to himself in this states tsthe tramp of
my needless foot must have been
crushing, to have extorted that cry of
pain for your charge of selfshness
was but the voice of suffering that
could not be repressed. Many times
have ! trampled upon, many times
wounded the love given me so loving
ly; but never before did the bruised
heass reveal its anguish.
Ehe tears that gusbed from the eyes
Fturnsaisso rudely from her aad left the
house, rained on for over an hour.
For the greater part of this time, she
indalged in accusing thoughts. She
wept over instance after instance of
unselfsh disregard of pleasure, and re-
counted the many times she had CIV
en- up her desires to crafty his de
mand. But this state of feeling in
time changed, or wore itself out. A
calm succeeded, in which her better
nature had an opportunity to speak.
The hand of pain folded away many
coverings that had been laid over her
heart, and she could see into seme of
the hidden places never before reveal
ed. She did not find everything in
the beauty and order imagined to
exist.
She was not so loving and unselfish
as she had imagined herself to be.
Then there came, a new gush of tears,
! but the rain was gentler, and, instead
OF desolating, refreshed the earth OF
her mind. -. f---.. -.-.. =.
81 have thought more of my own
qualification than of his she began
Ete say within. herself. ellis tastes
differ in many things from mine,
What / enjoy may be irksome to him.
If insist upon having my own en-;
joyments, regardless of bow they effect
him, must not degree of separation
4 take place? Can he love me as much
as before, if I exact what he cannot
give willipgly2 And if our love
grows less, what is there in all the
world to compensate for its decline
| Losing that, we lose az. Shut away
| that light, all else will lie in shadow"
So she thought, gaining sight and
| frmer will to act in the line of self re-
| lection whenever self, interposed to
/ kinder love, 5As the hours went by
t'and the time. drew near when hel
Husband would return, dead weight
began to set down upon Margary
heart. They had parted in anger.
For the first time the lightning of g
4ssnnneer storm had flashed in the sky,
T There mao been a quick descent of the
Hempest, hurting and binding them.
How much of wreck and ruin had been
wrought in that brief war of inner ele-
ments. it was yet impossible to know.
/ At last, the time of return was at
hand. A few moments beyond the
! hour, and vague fearbegan creeping
into the soul of Margary. sShade~5
forms of evil seemed h lowering around
her: the weight of her bosom grew
more oppressive; her heart labored SO
1 heavily that its motions were painful.
Suspense was not very long She
heard the door open, and the music
of well-known step in the hail. Re.
4 straint became impossible her ten-
perament was too ardent for suppress
sion in moments of deep feeling
Springing down the steps Margary
4 had her arms around her husband
neck ere he had time to put his
thoughts in order, and was crying on
! his bosom. The fervant kisses laid
as peace offerings on her lips, were
\ sweetereto her taste than honey On
VI s!aGs1 IN}:.J Is-eA-
aGan gen fersiveins ae shesaskea
bin the ealmness Of spirit that efsued.
j7"I am very weak com times, and feel
ling Is So strong" n5al91 - ~