National opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1865-1874, 1871-09-29

a where TO send them. Good night ~
After going to the office of the principa
v daily paper, and losing the excitement o
having something To do to employ ~,
| thoughts, there came upon me, as ! walkeC
r the almost silent streets, a loneliness ant
g dcsolation that was appalling.
e ! was impeled, by these feelings, Il
contemplate without shuddcr, the etcr
, nal rest t. follow self-imposed death. II
was terrible frenzy, lasting only few
| minutes but it enabled me to comprehend
how easily men and women are tortured
| by circumstances into the insanity which
leads to suicide. However shook of
those feelings and went to hotel.
What miserable, unhappy night that
, was Nearly the whole time was passed
IN chair by the window. 1 couldn't
sleep. II my eyes closed in drowsiness,
! was Immediately beset by terrible dream,
about my wife and child. Awake, my
thoughts were conjectures and apprehcn
slons about their safety. pictured them
sick. alone in a stranFe neighborhood,
with no one to appeal TO for assistance. !
imagined robbers working at the doors, or
ruilians making night hldeous with their
blasphemy. No evil seemed impossible Of
success against those delenseleSs two. now
] was away. As drowsed now and then.
] woull be aroused by what seemed the
plaintlve, beseecbing call Of my wife a. if
she were in the room. An alarm Of fire
was sounded, and | pictured TO myself the
burning OF my house. Such a night hope
! may never again be forced to endure, so
filled was every minute and hour with the
most horrible of fancies
When the gray light of the early morn
ing spread through the streets, and people
began TO move about tottered out OF
that dismal hotel, and went shvcring and
weary into the half night, half day. so that
/ ! might walk away from the thoughts that
| bad tormented my soul in the darkness.
| Where was the hearthstone on which the
Goals were red for nv coming? Where
were the loving wife and child for whom !
yearned with an affection never before
tested? ? Why hadn't they come for me
Sometimes | laughed aloud at my position,
which would be 50 ludlcrous when we
were again united As the sun rose, so
rose my spirits, and stepped off briskly,
wandering here and there in regions to me
heretofore unknown. The panorama OF
morning is unique but attractive Finally,
| settled down IN restaurant for my
breakfast, and unfoded my morning paper
There was my advertisement. What an
odd thing it was, to be sure How we
would laugh over it some day-perhaps
to-day or to-morrow-wife and /.
"Eh What's this p ! cried out to
myself as my eyes rested on this paragraph
in prominent place.
MIssING.-Mr. Timothy Doray has been
missing from his home since the night OF
April 30. No reason is known for his mys-
terious disappearance. ANY information
left at tn office as to his whereabouts will
be thankfully received by his afflicted
wife.
In all my life | never knew OF anything |
quite so extraordinary husband and |
wife lost iii city and each advertising .
the other. c,r'1 hr4r nv heart beat \
with Joy as realized that at last there
was clue to my home. Not "A mouthtul .
of breakfast had been eaten. | was feast
ing ON the joy Of my discoveries. | con-
tcmpated for few minutes in an epicu.
rcan way. this dejtaaer OF discovery, then
started for the office of that excellent
morning paper, that valuable Journal whose
circulation was limited only by undisCov-
cred and uneXplored lands, etc, etc. That
editor was an angel. seen through my
eyes, Just then, and his assistants, printers,
all of them were cherubs of mammoth
development. Glory I'd have a wife and
baby within an hour, sure.
was walking bri>kly, my eyes fixed on
h., tl,.,r}, r b.,,,r1 oh,aI I
when suddenly some one
caught my arm, roughly, cXclaiming
Here, YOU Can't you stop A lady
has been running after you for half block.
You're worse than horse car to stop;' and
then, without waiting, he passed ahead.
As | looked at him with angry astonish
mcnt, a little hand erasped my arm there
was the rustic OF dress and quickly drawn
breaths.
'Tim what is the matter p said the
figure, as she followed the question, right
on the street. by kiss.
OF course IT was my wife.
"W bats the matter p she asked again.
"Why haven't you come home Where
do YOU live q, shame. to desert poor
fodder and mew laughing hysterically
ard cutching my arm firmly. felt like
catching her up in my arms, SO great wa
my delight, but due regard for the publ"
restrained that excess of emotion. As it
was ! looked at her with hungry eyes, and
with my heart humping up into my throat
and M tongue tangled with confusion OF
words | wanted to utter all at once |
pre-, ,ented a statue of glad surprise, motion
less as if in stone.
"Why don't YOU speak, Tim, to your
poor wife? Tell her what has kept you
away SO long! Let us not stand still here
with people staring SO"
"I'm happy now, wife, to begin with
Put that down as a credit mark-as long
as from here to the North Pole | didn't
20 home because didn't know where to
90"
"Didp't know where Il 20 ~ she echoed.
"No! | lost the |, ltion o. of my
head, and your memorandum ot out of
my pocket. have had to wait ,mtil you
ound me-as you have, thank you Why ,
iidn't you 60 to the store ~
$50 did, the old one. No one was
here, not an animate thing, to say where ,
.he new store was and you never informed
ne.n
$50 l didn't. forgot it. Why didn't ,
you go to the police %
81 forgot it-never entered my head. I
on see am not used to a missing hus
,and o, l've been SO miserable, and - >
Tim, there's a gentleman beckoning to =
1ou.'
1t was MIR Armless in his carriage :
Seen the morning paper, Doray 2" he :
sked as came up.
"Yos sir This is my wife, Mr.. Armless. ],
We've Just found each other by accident" /