Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1871-10-07
Independent in all things.


marriage, he bad shown bimself gifted
with but feeble spirit Of selEdeniaL
He enjoyed bis home and his wife, but
not IL generous spirit. She was more
social, and her tastes had received bet
ter cultivation. She enjoyed music and
art intensely. Her soul responded Low.
ingly TO all things beautiful. After his
friend left him, Wiliston, in the new
light that had penetrated his mind, began
10 see the relation existing between him
sclfand his wife in some different aspects
One little incident after another as call.
ed M from memory and re, iewcd, and he
sa" in them, rs in mirror, an image OF
himself, so different from any before pre-
sented, that he was filled with pain and
surprise. Such a thing az selI-denial
had scarcely come within the range Of
bis virtues. SrlfdeDial he had often ex-
acted. 1t had been no unusual thing Tor
Marcy TO defer her tastes and wishes to
his, and he could think of many cases ia
which she must have done so at consider
able sacrifice of feeling.
A new sentiment began to pervade the
mind of Williston; a deeper and tender.
er feeling for his young " wife; and in this
new sentiment he had perception OF
something purer and fuller of Joy than
anything hitherto experienced-the joy
OF giving up even his very lIfe's love for
another.
Dear Margyr he said, speaking to
himself in This new state 'The tramp
of NY heedless foot must have been very
crushing, to have cxtoried that cry OF
pain-fOr your charge Of self,hness was
but the voice of suffering that could not
he repressed. Many times had tramuled
upon, many times wounded the love
given to me SO lavishly; tut never be-
fore did the bruised heart reveal its an
guish.'
The tears that gushed from the eyes
OF Marcy Williston, as her husband
turned so cOl'lly from her and left the
house, rained on her for over an hour !;
for the greater part of this time, she in
dulged in accusing thoughts. She went
! over instance after instance of his selfish
disregard of her pleasure; and recOunted
tue many times she had given up her
desires 10 crafty his demands But this
state Of feeling III time changed-or.
wore itself ont \ calm succeeded in
which her bet nature had an oppcrtu-
nily to speak. The hand of pain folded
away many coverings that had been laid
over her heart, aud she could see into
some of the hidden places never before
revealed. She did not find everything
in the order aud beauty imagined to ex-
ist there. She was not so loving and un.
selfish as she had tancied herself TO be.
'h.,r. Ia 4 l.,
rain was gentlrr, and instead ct drsola-
ting, refreshed d the earth of her mind.
q have thought more of my own graft
ticalion than of his she began to say
within herself His tastes differ in many
things from niue. What enjoy may
be irksome to him. II insist upon hav-
ing my own eni"yments, regardless OF
how they may effect him, must not de-
cree of separation take place? Can he
love me as much as before-will love
him as much as betore-if exact what
he cannot give willingly? And if our
love grow less, what is there in all the
world To compensate for its decline
Losing that, we lose all. Take away
that light, and all else will lie in shadow
Disturb that harmony, and every chort
OF life is out of tune
So she thought, gaining n clearer sigh
aud tirner will TO act in the line of self
rejection whenever self.interposed tC
binder love. AS the hours went by, ana
the time drew near when her husband
would return, n dead weight began &c
settle down upon Margy's heart They
had parted in anger. For the first time
the lightning of Il summer storm haC
flashed in their sky. There had been +
quick descent OF the tempest, hurting ant
ollnding them. How much of wreck anC
ruin had been wrought in tha, brief wal
of inner elements, 1t was yet impossible
to know.
At last, the1ine of return was at hand
n few minutes beyond the hour. and {
vague fear began creaping into the sou
OF Marcy. Shadowy forms of evil seemed
lowering around her; the weight OF
her bosom grew more oppressive; he
heart labored SO heavily, that its motions
were painful.
Suspense was not very long. She hear'
the door open, and the music of a well
kn.wn step sounded in the hail. Re
straint became impossible-he tempera
ment was too ardent for repression II
moments of deep feeling. Springins
down the stairs, Marcy had her arm
about her husbands neck, ere he hac
time to put his thoughts in order ant
was crying on his bosom. The ferven
kisses, laid as peace offerings on her lips
were sweeter to her taste than honey, o
the honey-comb.
Can you forgive me p she asked, il
the calmness of spirit that ensued. 9
am very weak, sometimes and feeling
is so strong
IF there had been no provocation t.
feeling Williston answered, frankly, i
would never have broken the bands o
restraint. The fault was mine, not yours
1t was selfish in me, and you said onl,
the truth; but the truth is, sometimes
the most unpleasant thing we can hear
1t sounded very harsh in my ears. fel
angry, and rejected it. Not so now.
have seen mysefas in q mirror
Marcy laid her fingers on his mouth
and then they were silent. After few
moments, she said, gently