The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1870-09-15


corner, and pulled his hat down owe
his eyes. He did not wish to converse
When he reached his coffee, he wa
moody and tariturn-very unlike th,
~ Andrew Thurston whose wont it wa,
: ITO come in with smiles and Cheerful
!, salutation.
Ia A little thing it was, to be sure, bu
h. II gave him great pain. A mote is 9
40 tiny particle, but it becomes thing Of
ls painful momentwhen it is lodged in the
|, eye; and the heart that is made tender
q with devoted, living love. is as scnsi--
, bic 20 notes as is the eve. Hitherto
i the current of Andrews love had
flowed on unbroken and untroubled,
and this incoming Of obstruction had
:, produced turbulence as destructive of
, peace aud happiness, for the time, as
y, though the very fountain OF love itself
had been broken up.
AS he sat alone in his Office, he pick
ed up a paper aud sought to overcome
his unhappy thoughts by reading. lie
could not fix his mind upon the thread
of long article; so he read the short
paragraphs, and at length his eye
caught tue following:
"Wherc there has been misundcr
standing between near and dear friends
resulting il mutual unhappincss and
regret, the one who loves most, and
whose sense Of right and duty is stron.
gest, will make the first advance TO-
ward reconciliation.
Andrew Thurston dropped the pa.
per, and rose to his feet. 1t was as
though voice from Heaven had spo-
ken to him.
81 do not love the most" he solio
quzed; "but | am the strongest, and
should show my love by my works"
He looked at his watch. 1t was al.
most noon. 1t was not his custom to
return home till evening; but he could
not remain and bear the burden
through the other hours Of the day.
And he marvcllcd, as he put on his
hat, and drew on his gloves, how even
the resolve to do this simple thing had
let the sunlight into bis soul.
:; 4 :; !: &
Dollie ThurSton, when she knew that
her husband had gone-had gone with,
out word or kiss--had gone with
out giving Ler time to recover her
stricken senscs--sanl: down and wept;
and it was long time before she could
clearly think or reflect. She had been
left a!onc---aloIe with pain and sorrow
and she was unuttcrably miserable
She blamed herself for not having call
ed her husband 10 her; and she blamed
him for net having come Of his own
accord. 10 her it seemed as though
the death Of JOY lac come. She had
never known such misery before. By
and-by, when she could think, she won.
dcred if her husband would smile upon
her, if che should Offer him the first
kiss, and speak the first word Of love.
She would try it. 1t would be terrible
if Ec should rcpulsc her; but she could
not live SO.
The hours passed, and the young
wife sat like one disconsolatc. She
thought not CT lunch--she had no ap.
petite. She only thought, could the !
warm sunshine ever come in again ? +
Did her husband love her less thaa she +
mad thought? c
Thus she sat, with pale cheeks and n
swollen eyes, when she heard the outer Il
lcor opened, and 4 step in the hall.
She started up to listen, thinking that, v
perhaps, her senses might have dcceiy- o
ii her, when the door of the sitting le
Dom was opened, and her husband cI
ntcred. His eyes filed with tears b
'!lcn he saw how pale and grief. Il
tricken his wife looked, and, with NJ
pen arms, he moved toward her. G,
"Dolic my darling! Don't let us W
e unhappy any more" 81
He had been thinking, on his way ii
ONE, what he should say when be met ut
err; and he had framed in his mind Il,
beech of confession which he would So
AXE; but he forge it all when he saw wl
ar, and his heart spoke as it would. so
he words burst from his lips, loving NC
=, prayeriuliy, beseechngly: DOL. in,
, !---my darling! Don't let us be IN mr.
,ppy any more!' ar
She came to his bosom, and twine1 ell
,r arms about his neck; and for the 4 ,
SIS that was missed in the morning to
ey took many now; and they wept en-
} more apart, but wept together. til,
That was all. The cloud had pass. al,
!; and they experienced the exquisite
rill which all true hearts can feel inc
len wrong has been made right,
ID when the warm joy-beams drive
ray the dark shadows of sorrow and the