The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1869-12-09

With all men ;" aud be said if it we
re- rfead 10 that way it would be pcrfe
rule tor all ne~ly-married people. Au
Abigail said she often thought Of it ,
ter that conversation, .od it vas ourio'
; to SEQ how frequently it prevented Il
retort that was springing to her Lip
Then, when grandfather went ava
she watched him through the blint
With fearful eyes, for she loved Il
, kindly old man who had strengthene
aad. consoled her; and she heard hi,
u say to Uncle Cyrus, "You have be
: ter wife, Cyrus, than I ever though
you would get; see that you arc We.
kind to her, lor she has given up
great deal for you"
Uncle Cyrus did not say anythin
then, but they we're happier from tn:
time; and the day after grandfather
taneral--for he did not live long: Aur
Abigail never saw him again -he tol
her those very words, not dreaming tn,
she had heard them bef>re, and tia
} they, had been among her choices
treasures since the bright autumD da
when grandfather kissed and blessed he
tor the last time. I could not bel
thinking that grandf.ther,s consolation
was not much like that Of my "mor
than friend )" and With this though
sudden conviction that it was grca
deal better swept through my miut
with the refreshing effect of coo
evening breeze after sultry day; a.e
Tor the first time I felt like writing t.
Tom.
MY letter brought back a most lover.
">e eP'st'e' oy return Of mail, to say he
would be With me in a week.
Aunt Abigail said it wa, the ,enti.
ment Of love which carried people
through courtship, but they must de.
pend upon the principle Of love to carry
them through marriage. It often SEEM
ec as II this sentiment Of love had been
killed by the antagonism of the earlier
periods Of married life; hut if the priin-
c'pIe we're developed by answering
truth and loyalty to each other, under
wh'tcver temptation to the contrary
tho sentiment would in time revive
again, and the love and life would he
transit Cured.
was greatly comfortod by my talks
with Aunt Abigail; they gave me hope
tor the future. and I resolved to be as
intensely loyal to Tom as any one could
desire. We did not talk much about
Philip Flauder', for I felt that neither
Aunt Abigail nor Uncle Cyrus did him
justice. l knew he had not done right
he ought not to have kissed me. and I
never would let him again. I should
talk frankly With him about it all, and
tell him that I now saw 1 had been
more to blame than Tom, aud that We had
become very happy. He had meant to
be Kind to me he was wretched and
lonely and, after all, his only fault was
that he had too much heart. 1t would
be hard and cruel to give him up;
every man need ed strong mrtronlv
friend, and would b. he was thirty
five and 1 twenty-one to him.
But Of all these resolution I said not
a word to Aunt Abigail, nor yet to Un-
Gle Cyrus, as L did not wish to cncoun.
ter another "drat."
The day that Tom was to come was
as perfect as June could make it. Uncle
Cyrus took ne to tho station In his old
coun'ttry-Wason, With its high green
"settle," for I wanted Tom to see it
and take his first drive in it. The sta
ton was thronged, for it was now the
middle Of the month, and crowds of city
people were coming up for tho remain
der Of the season. We gathered at the
end of the platform to catch the first
glimpse ofthe train, which was when it
came around a sharp bend in the road:
then it disappeared, aud We could not
see it again till it was just at the sta
tion. The train wss late, and 1 began
to. fear az accident.
What if 1 never could see Tom again?
Such things had happened to others
why not to me7 The thought brought
a sharper pang than I had ever known;
but no-all was right. "There it is ~
cried the people; and we watched it
make the curve. A bright cloud caught
my eye--it was just sunset-and at that
ips.nt there came a sound of agony
from the crowd, and I sav the cans
dash off the steep embankment, turn
over. and over, and plunge into tho riv.
er below.
My Tom was there. I had oulv
written to him once, and now I never
could write to him again! Everything
'reeled around me. There was a terri
bic hush for moment the a sound of
mad riding, than I recognized the voice
OF the station.agent. He seemed to be
screaming in my ears: "They can't
save a soul: We never had such a smash
up on this road.' Then two men took
hold OF me, very gently, to carry mo in-
to the station. 80,
"1'Poor thingv' said one, his voice
sounding far away: chad sho any
friends on TIM frn,n 7's .;'..i :.