Vicksburg weekly herald. (Vicksburg, Miss.) 1868-1883, 1870-01-22

denly checking, Is she saw the
strangers. Tie burst OF song that
seemei eve. how ring on her lips.
Ruth aEs:ensa - Introduce her
sister.
Mr.. Barley .orlia.ly greeted
The lovely .irl, on; Osborne Moore
seemed almost ,pel!-DOuud ~ the.
-iga: OF slcu marvellous beauty.
True, he bowed VITA al due polite
mes. when Ruth presented, NJ"
Moore. iliAu = but il was a me-
ehaai;A. sOct Of yoW, a. !: he NOV
ID u o;her vo.it.on than his own.
I. VIC. many minutes before ne re.
covered from the feeling OF awe
awakened ~ the Sudden dIwning
upon hin! OF -acA q 0~2wi!dcriug
vision OF l1veiiuess.
After .nl,, ooth Mrs. Berkeley
and hei hrotae: came often 10 the
humble home VI the sewing-girl.
Ruth never thought TO ask herself
why :. was that she was 20 much
happier thau o. old or why her
heart beaI 70 lightly a: the sound
Of Osborne Moore's seat upon her
threshold o. wha: meant the
strange. SWEEP happiness that thrill
cd her very sou! when his dark,
earnest o. es looked into hers. She
neye. though: 0: asking . reason
10. al his.
Oae day. returning from a walk
10 carry IOine some work, she
opened the door suddenly, but iu-
stead OF entering, she stood upon
the threshold, her steps arrested by
VIVA; she saw. b. the window
STOOD Osborne Moore and Lillian,
ho holding both her hands, and
looking down with glowing eyes
into he. blushing face, 30 shyly
happy. A sharp, quick pang cut
like q knife 20 Rlth's heart, and in
that momsn; she knew that she
loved Osborne Moore; aud he was
her sisters loverl
Absorbed Ii their own happiness,
they did not see her, and she si-
leItiy closed the door, and went
OF: again into the street. She
walked fo- halt GIL hour-walked
pDtiI she had crushed down the
storm Of passionate love and grief
in her hear, ana regaincd her self.
possession ; then she returned.
Osborne had gone, and Lillian
was alone. AS Ruth entered she
looked up, q quick scarle: coming
into her cheek, and q shy, tender
light in her blue eyes, which was
not there before.
Lillian had always been used to
conide u Ruth she never had a
though: or a feeling which was not
shared with he. sister, aud she
corld not be content until she had
told Ruth Of this new, great joy
that had come 20 Der. She came "a
her sister. sitting in he: usual seat
by the window, and sitting down
beside her, buried her ia;ein Ruih's
d-ess, whisperjug softly:
"Ol, Ruth, ! am so happy, 90
very, very happyl lie loves me,
RI.L! Osborne Moore loves mel
And Ruth !ovei Osborne Moore
Why don't you congratulate me,
Ruth y asked Lillian, as her sister
did no. speak. Are you not glad toI
ne 2" md she raised her eyes Il
Ruth's face 90 ,he asked the ques-
ton.
Brave, ;rue Ruthl 10 look OF
sign showed I,ian & hint OF the
pair that seemed crushing her heart
rs with IN iron hand. Her brown
eyes looked cAlmly down Into hel
~sis;e.'s, and her voice wss firm,
low, and earnest, az she answered
Yes, darling, | do congratulate
yoI; for you have won q priceless
treasure. Earth holds no nobler
soul than Osborne MOore's: his
.Ove ID u crown tia: any woman
Nigh; be proud 10 wear. / am very
glad 70: JOl, Lillian"
And she WAS glad, very glad
Ina: he. SISTERS life was glOrified
by the .ove th4l nigh. never
brighten her own. A rare, noble
soIl was Ruth Amory's; knowing
that nenceior!h 10 love could ever
enter be- hear. ior any man ; know
ing ;ii&t the love OF this man would
have made q heaven Of all her life
;olld !. have been hers yet hall
the agony o! tina; moment was lost
N her, .hankfulness that Lillian, at
least, was safe in the protecting
love OF ,hG. nobiesi OF men And
Lili6u never knew h3w Ruth had
loved Osborne Moore.
80 Lillian became the wife OF o..
borne. Aud Ruth, too, found her
walk in life. One day, Osborne,
turning over the contents OF an old
porte.tolio Of Lilian's found Q
poem q few simple stanzas, but
every line breathing lony, holy
thoughts every word glowing
with inspiration. And when hG
asked whose it wac, Lillian showed
hin many more, allilled with glO'
riOus thoughts, awing him with
their w0ndrous power and beauty.
aud she told him that Ruth hal
written them, IN moments snatched
from her work. He looked at Rutl
IN wonder.
Why, Ruth, do you know tina.
you are q genius! /"
No, she had not known it; but
she was, and henceforth the wOrli
was better and happier that De,
borne Moore had told her.
Deep Ia her heart, Ruth buried
her one great love /; she never knew
another, But in many q heart hel
name was shrined and linked will
tender, grateful love, and many (
lip sent up TO Heaven a prayer fol-
her who, though they knew heI