The Lincoln County herald., 1871-07-20

might as we'll tell che woreS-and crie6.
Yesterday she told all this 10 her journal
O'm sorry to confess she Kept such a
,hing) and so now she just did like any
foolish young thing, thought and imag.
ineS herself inte deeper despair thaa
fate even dreamed Of sending her. John
came, md she could not hnd the answer.
Eng smile to welcome Aio, cor did she
try 10 conceal tAe yexation which
crowded in her heart. They dined in 81.
lencs, and John left again in silence tor the
Office. Again for tea he came, no words
passed between thcm. Once he essayed
to take her hand, but she fels hes fingers
drawing up in che shape Of fst, and
iuvoluntarily turned and said cords she
could never forget, nor yet the look in
his mild, astonished eyes. Twas far into
the night when he came, snd then eth
bis night key, aud passed the nursery
door, where she always stayed with baby
until ho came, and so on in silence to
their roo n. Their room tho very
thought seemed hateful to her, aud she
felt she would never say it again. Thus
far the night had been spent in dismal
tling tho nursery of this aud that pretty
little adornmont, and slowing them neatly
in the large travelling trunk, which was
already nearly full Of hers and baby's
clothes. She had not though: Of baby,
he slept so gently, and now, as harsh
cough and cry cume to her ears, she was
almost frightened out Of her anger, by
amazement, that she had lett him sleep
ing undor the open window. Tie night
had changed, and a chilling rain was
falling. She drew the Glib with trem.
bling hands into the room, and remem
bered with shudder the terrible night
they had brought him through, but still
tho coughing went on, and finally, in
despair, she few to Johns roc N, to find
it vacant and this note on the bureau.
"MY WIFE! Only this once let me
say it. Two years that have been bliss
to me, have been torture to you'll shall
never forget your words-your young
life shall not be wasted May God bless
you, and may you be happy, is the heart.
broken prayer of (just this once, dar-
liue) YOUR HUSBAND
The tears that now came to our Agnes
eyes were oh SO different from the ones
the summer MONDAY saw. Now the
| world was dark indeed. The packing
was forgotten in little Johnnies noans
and cries, and soou alter the gray morn
ing came baby had found q brighter
morning, one that never fades at night,
even beyond the suns rising, and where
it never sets. Oh that terrible day
the longing that John should come and
see the little, white, cold face; that he
would only come, and there in this little
silent presence, help her to begin anew,
show her how, now that her heart was
desolatc, to take up the burdens of life
aud be thankful for the blessings God
scot. Again she looked through her
tears from the little sitting room window
with moro broken feeling in her breast
than had ever come over her before, she
felt the words, "Oh John" Auttering
from her lips when the little gate opened
and some men, aud none Of them John
came bearing something between them
Twas John, she knew instantly, all
bruised and torn, and dying, or dead
from some accident.-'twas her John, and
he did not know baby was gone; twas
her John, all gone from her, and not in
love. "Oh ! l cannot, cannot" she said
aloud and opening her eyes, found hel
own John smiling down into hor own
and heard him joyously say, what con
no: kiss me on our anniversary, nor
thank me for the new piano these fine
fellows have brought from the train and
where's SOUP Ofcourse she could no,
speak for o while, aud then I'm afraid
you will think she did not act like her
oinc, for she cried great deal more, anC
kissed big John aud little John. till
thought she would smother them both
and there wero the men on the porch
she had seen bringing John, only twas q
piano, and though tho sun was little
lower in the sky, the world seemed neve
so bright before, nor the he.iotrope q
sweet, uud John, oh John how goot
he seemed, and the baby, how beautiful
Her bitter thoughts had carried her Il
drean,land, and there all this sorrow me
her. but after that dream she opened hel
eyes on such different world, and she
told me herself, with many . girlisi
laugh, what I'm almost ashamed to tell
you, that John read her journal tha
morning before she was awake, and tha
accounted for the new piano, and thou
sands Of other sweet, dear things tha
happened to her. Twas long, Ions
time before she told John her dream
T and he did not even then get courage t
tell her he read her journal, but she knew
it, you Gee, by few tears she found there
which never came from her eyes. me
them to day in the Park, and she looked
SO sweet and happy, and did not have OF
the wedding pelisse. She's dear, swee
little woman, and though John didn'
mean anything of course, think it
hard to spend on's youth gcttingon il
tho world, for-lo when you have got
ten of the world. you have gotten of ag
as we'll, and so what does it matter
! 'Tis like waiting to enjoy a rose till tn