The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1870-03-26

weeks since Icit EQguLnu, anu tnlS vii
be n fortnight more getting to you; thu
Is a long time for you TO DO without new
from me, and l sadly fear l have causot
you great anxiety. Dearest, it allhappen
ed thus. Our train was delayed by an &C
cident, and reached Liverpool Just Il
time to sec the steam packet move dow
the Mersey. Ny first impulse Of course
was to go back TO Hillsborough but
seaman who saw my vexation, told me I
FIST schooner was on the point Of sailing
for Boston, U. s.. My heart told me If
went back to Hillsborough, should nevG
make the start again. ! summoned al
my manhOodto do the right thing for u
both; and Igot into the schooner, Heaven
knows how and, when l got there, hid
nv iace for ever so many hours, till BY
tic pitching and tossing, ! knew that
was at sea. Then,1 began to cry and
blubbcr. couldn't hold 1t any longer.
AT such time a kind word keeps th(
heart from breaking altogether; and ! goI
some comfort from an old gentleman,
native of Boston: o grave old man he was
and pretty reserved with all the rest; bu
seeing mo in tho depths Of misery, ht
talked to me like a father, and l told hin
all my own history, and little about you
too-at least, how l loved you, and why
had leit England with heavy heart,
1--WE hada very long passage, not down
right tcmpestuous, but contrary winds
and stiff gale or two. Instead Of twenty
DAYS rs they promised, we were six weeks
at sea, and what with all the fighting and
tho thrcats-I had another letter signed
with coffin Just before LEFT that be0uti'
full tOwn-Rnd the irritation at losing &C
much time on the ocean, 1t oil brought or
u fever, ind have no recollection Of le9v,
ing the boat. When came to myself,
was in q house near Boston, belonging te
tho old gentleman l spokeOE He and hi
nicccs nursed me, and now ] am az well
us ever, only rather weak.
"AIr. lrOnside, tlnt Is his name, but II
should he AIR. GOldhcart, If l had The
christening of him, he has been my good
Samaritan. Dear Grace, please pray
for him and his family every night Tic
tells me he comes of tho pilgrim fathers
so he Is bound to feel for pilgrims md
wanderers from home. Well, lIehas been
in patents little, and, before ! lost my lit.
tie wits with the fever, he and had many
a talk. Sonow he Is sketching out u plan
OF operation for nc; and shall have to
travel many hundred miles In this vast
country. But they won't let Inc move till
am little stronger, he and his nteces.
If he Is gold, they arc pearls.
dearest, It has taken me two days 10
write this; but | am very happy and hope
full, and do not regret coming. lam sure
II was the right thing for us both.
"Please say something kind for me to the
good doctor, and tell him have got over
this one trouble already.
dearest, / agreed to take so much q
year from Bolt, and he must fight the
trGdes alone; such life Is not worth hav-
ing; Bayne won't wrong mo OF a shilling:
whatever he makes, over his salary anu
the mems wages, there It will be for me
when come home; so write TO no one
at Hillsborough but you; indeed, you are
my all in this world; travel, and fight,
and work, and breathe, and live for YOU
my own beloved, and ifany harm came To
you, wouldn't care to live another mo-
ment-"
AT this point in tho letter the reader
stopped, and something cold seemed to
pass all through his frame. 1t struck him
That all good men would pity the writer
Of this letter, and abhor him who kept It
from that pale, hCart-broken girl inside
the cottage.
He sat freezing, with the letter in his
hand, and began TO doubt whether he
could wade any deeper in crime.
Af(er a minute or two he raised his head
and was about TO finish leading tho let
ter.
But, in the mean time, Grace Carbon
had resumed her accustomed place In the
vcrandah. She lay upon the couch, and
her pale face, and hollow, but still bcauti.
full eyes, were turned seward. Out Of
those great sad eyes, the sud soul looked
across the waste Of waters-gazcd md
searched, and pinned in vain. Oh, It was
n look to make angles weep, and hover
close over her head with restless, loving
pinions, longing to shadow, caress, and
heal her.
Coventry, with Henry Littles letter In
his hand, pcercd through the leaves, and
saw tho woman he loved fix this look Of
despair upon the sca-tlespair, Of which
he was, the sole cause, and could dispel 1t
with gesture.
sand this brings mo back TO what Is
my only great trouble now. l told you, IN
tho letter l left behind me, you would
hear from mo in q month at furtheSt 1t
will not DO q month, but eleven weeks.
Good heavensl when l think what anxiety
you may have suffered on my account !!
You know am a pupil Of the good doctor
and so I put myself In your place, and !
say to myself, '1fmy Grace had promised
to write in a month, and eleven weeks
had passed without q word, what would
my feelings bcY' Why, l think ! should
go mad should make sure you were Ill:
/ should fear you were dead; should
fancy every terrible thing on earth, except
that you were false TO your poor Henry.
That I should never fear: judge you by
myself. Fly, steamboat, with this letter
to my love, and set her mind at ease. Fly
back with u precious word from her dear
hand, and, with that In my bosom, moth
ing will ever launt me.
"Gol bless you! Angel Of my life,
darling Of my heart, star on which all my
hopes arc fixed! Oh, what miserable bad
tools words arel When look at them,
and compare them with how l love you,
seem TO be writing that I love you no
more than other people love. What !
feel Is so much greater than words.
TO be CONTINUED.