The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1870-12-22

CtUSaSUS Tue s.sG1T6SuOlU. M IkGSl1eSSIy ue
paced to and fro until truck charged
with luggage was wheeledin to the
grounds Of tho hotel ), then ,le. forced
himself to approach and watch while
tho luggage was bein;, removed. al
most Immediately on one trunk he read
painted in small, white letters, the
|insoription, ."Miss Digby.'' nc.
She was still unmarried, then
! Was it possible that she had lived to
pardon him that he might yet call her
his own 7 The thought tof her evident
feebleness then rushed to his mind, and
caused . pang, of terror aud rsmorss -;
while, With illogical self.reproach, he
asofibed' her shiken s<health-even If.
tor this long interval-to his former
cruelty. ,.~
Motion became . necessity to him.
Unconscious Of his direction, he wan
dered up. and down the harrow streets,
and finally into the high road. The
engine screamed, the London train
passed by; but he did not note them.
AS here turned, the passengers in the
thoroughfares and the vendors of goods
in shops and at stalls seemed to have
an existence at once obstrusive and
phantasmal. All things had become to
him confused and unreal. He began
to doubt whether he had even seen
Catherine, and it was almost With a
misgiving as to his own sanity that hs
walked up to the hotel door and pre-
scented his card. 4 j. ~
"Be good enough" he said, address.
ing the halLkeeper, Ito send this to
Miss Digby, and to inquire if she is
we'll enough to see me-" = II
He spoke with a slow and forged ut
terancs. He would not have. been sur
prised had the man told him there was
no MISS Digby at the hotel. -. =
The messenger took the card. In
two Or three minutes Kenelm saw him
returning. His heart swelled and SEEM
ed to check his breathing. ;s.a
"Mlss Dlsby viii be glad to see you,
He followed the little page up the
staircase till they stopped at Miss
Digby's room. he opened the door
and entered. It was near sunset, and
Catherine was standing like soft Wis.
ion in the evening light. She made
ssfew steps to meet him, resting on the
table for support
. "Miss Digby r. he exclaimed.
Z ".Mr. Gore !''-her voice had all it's
old: sweetness and purity-E'tharu l
should Sec my Oldest friend as soon al
I.touch English ground is indeed ajoy-
lul SURPRISE" Il,
She suffered him to lead, her. to her
chair; he drew his own to her side. II
a few words she: told him; that, after
the death of her uncle and mother, she
had returned 0Europe that she had
for mony years made her home in the
south of France that of late, without
any definite cause Of. illness, her
strength had been gradually failing,
and that i desire to seq England once
more had seized on her with irresisti::
BILE force: This, she said, was Fer
short history. He replied by begin
ming to detail his own : but his revela-
tions were Unnecessary there was no
point of Importance on which Gather
inc had notalready been informed.
"You surprise me, Miss Digby," he
said ;"huw have you learned all these
particulars p
The tears qoould gil her eyes. Did
he think then, that she had forgot
ten him? Gould he not guess what
feeling had led her to gather, up and
cherish every detail of his life? 49,
Perhaps while looking into her. face
he did: guess this. .:'Catherine," he
murmured, tenderly, and his hand in.
stinotively sought hers, which she only;
withdrew lingeringly and gently: sis.
there hope for me-, Catherine ?" he
continued, in a tremulous whisper !; "is
there ,pardon'?"'. .,,. - @. 2> ~.r.:%. ~.
Her tears fell on his hand: the next
NOM nt he was At her feet, and her
kiss on his brow had sealed the renew
81 of the troth first plighted in their
youth, Nor was the hope rash that
many years of happiness might still be
in store for them. Feeble as Catherine
now was, she felt a prescntiment that
her health would rally under the new
Joy and interest Of her life.
Forgiven by tie woman whom he
had SO deeply wornged, blessed in the
realization of youths fondest dream,
was it possible for Kenelm longer to
keep alive his enmity against one who
had never injured him, or to his child
the happiness which had been granted
to himself? In GATHERINGS presence,
under her sweet influence, pride and
wrath were subdued, and when on, the
next evening Mary knelt by her side it
was to whisper that her father had
written the kindest of invitations to
Harry Bennett: The following Christmas
Mr.. and Mrs; Harry Bennett receive
under the root of Gore Castle, or Gore
Keep, aa it is again called, the pair who
we're married with: them 10, the same
hour and at the same alter-Mr. and
Mrs. iKenelm Gore. y" - N ., ;; =
- And because these passages in their
lives illustrate the worth Of, Christian
Charity and Forgiveness, they. are here
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