The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1871-05-19

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"I wish Miss Priscilla Forbe
would be kind enough TO mind he
, own business.
Alice was silent for. q moment
!, then she asked: IA
. the childrsn9" ass
mo-" was the brief reply.
: Alice inquired no further-she fel
hurt and resentful, and Charles pa:t
not attention to her silence. II b,
could only have witnessed the pas
sionate burst Of tears to which sh,
gave way BY the couch Of her little
one.
| The farm house to which she and
/ her children were to be banished fol
the summer was not particularly
inviting spot-well shaded, however
o stream Of running water through
the grounds and plenty Of fresh mill
and vegetables. But Alice Lynde
felt the lack Of cheerful and congeni.
al society and pined secretly, even
while Frank and Carry and little
Lucy were growing sunburned and
| rosy neaitby.
II wish Charles could spend more
OF his time here. thought she. And
it was scarcely TO be wondered at
that she recurred sometimes with q
thrill of yearning to the old days
when she was an heiress, under the
spreading linden trees of Beech
Grove. For Charles Lynde's sake
she had given up her beautiful home
bad dared her uncle's threat--af-
terwards carried relentlessly into
effect-of disinheritancc. had sub
mitted to all the trials and evils
which must necessarily surround q
poor mans wife-and now Charles
left her alone to amuse herself as
best she might.
So while the children grew fat and
rosy Alice grew thin and pale.
He will come tonight. she
thought one Saturday evening. rs
she brushed her glossy golden hair
into the shining hands he best liked.
and put on his fasorite blue muslin
dress. with a long turquoise pin in
the ribbons that set of the transpar-
ent Wilderness of her throat. .oh Il
seems an age since I saw him last. "
But instead Of her husbands pres
ence, the up train from New York
brought only q note hurried and
brief:
"DEAR ALIcE:-I cannot como up
to-night-business is too pressing =
Love TO the children. G. L."
The note fel! from Alice's fingers
a sickening sensation came over her
heart.
"And I had watched for him 30
anxiously. oh! car it be possible
that he has ceased TO love me? me
who gavo up everything for his
sakeT
On Monday n letter from DR..
Carson was brought TO Mrs. Lynde,
letter inclosing letter for her
husband.
PLEASE give this TO Mr. Lynde,
wrote the doctor; "I was at his Of
fee twice on Saturday afternoon,
trying TO find him. hut they were
closed and the clerk told me he had
gone into tho country. Tell him he's
a lazy fellow to neglect his business
when it is making him rich so fast"
Alice Lynde read the words three
times over before she fairly took in
their whole meaning.
He has deceived me, she thought
1T was not the convenient plea of
business that kept him away from
me! Oh! Charles, Charlcsi and has
it come to this?"
She sat down. still clasping the
letter in her unconscious hand, and
gazed vacantly out upon the sunny
landscape that lay before her.
''If il were not for the children, il
it were not for my little ones, I would
go away and never look upon his
face morcl He loves me no longer
the affection I 80 blindly deemed my
own 10 transferred to some other OBJ
Iceland why. should / care what
becomes OF me? Only--the' childrenw
And as blue eyed Carry ran up TO
her to ask her some trifiing question,
Mrs. Lynde drew the child closer to
her heart and burst into tears.
Mammal exclaimed the astonished
little girl, "why do you cry? Are you
sick. mammal fts
"Sick! yes." sobbed poor Alice.
II am sick of living. am sick at
heart, child"
And the plentiful shower of tears
helped to relieve her overcharged
heart. 4 aa sa hsa
II will endure it for the sake of
these little ones; I will suffer on and
try to be SILENT" thought Alice,
pressing both hands over her aching
bosom. a asilaGf q
"The next week Mr.. Lynde was to
come and bring his family home.-
Alice looked forward to the day with
sick anticipation-a shrinking ex-
psotation. She longed for the hour
Of their meeting and yet she dread
ed it,. 4ssl a5 iais9Y msfl lIe,g ~ {Sfe
:, In this nervous state of excitement
she came to the door, leading little
Lucy "a the carriage wheels grated
over the stony country road, and
stopping before tho old fashioned
portico. -, a8 ssst ,..s a.s. {
But Charlie, was not there-only
the driver, who touched his hat with
an awkward attempt at politensss, rs
he descended from the box.
IF gyoH please, ma'am. Mr..
Lynde could not come-but ell be
there to meet you"
More neglect! Alice answered not
q word, but the hands withwhieh she
tied the blue ribbons of Lncy's hat