Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1872-08-07

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my face with eyes go like his Fathers I
only kissed him silently His nurse
appeared at that moment to take him for
his morning nap. and unclasping his
arms from my neck. | gave him into her
charge. | heard Lyndons voice giving
some directions to servant. and then |
turned to bid Rose adieu
"Good by" she said, regretfully, II
am sorry you do not like us well enough
to remain. bat hope you may be happy
wherever you may go
What could tell herr The touch of
her hand-her very presence. thrilled
my soul-and yet we were SO far apart.
Thank you" said. a, last
l waited. l was looking upon her
face for the last time, perhaps. For the
moment reason gave way to passion. She
had been so good to me-and | loved
her so | could not leave her to think
/ was ungrateful for all her kindness
Rose" said, white ana calm from
the intensity of my passion. ut ID be-
cause ! am too happy here. that l am
going away
She looked up quickly. She had al
ways seemed to divine my motives read
lily, aud she understood me at once 4
scarlet flush suddenly famed her cheeks.
and, retrea:ing step "r two. she drew
herself up proudly. Her eyes flashed,
if altogether il anger. could not tell.
''If that be true" she answered, slow
ly, "you must remain. Lyndon and |
will leave at once
"No, MOI" | 'criel. quickly. "You
are unjust to speak so !"
Lyndon came out upon the porch. He
heard my last words. and saw the flush
upon the face of his vie.
You are not quarrelling, l hope" he
said, half in jest, half in regretful sur
prise .Easd
"No" I answered. feeling guilty at
heart. Rose seems to fear You are
trespassing upon my bounty in remaining
here. She cannot know how much |
love you, Or wha: you have always been
to me-"
| could have sobbed outright, my
feelings were so overweight. Rose
seemed undecided whether to speak or
not so ! turncd, aud touching my hat
hnrried down the walk Lyndnn stnp.
ned to converse a moment with hiS wife.
and then they came down to the gate
together. Rose reached out her hand to
me.
"Gooi-by, once more. Tom she said
II did not mean to anger you, for |
wish to be your friend
You have been-you are-litile
Rose" answered. "God bless you =
and then we were whirled away.
Lyndon parted from me affectionately.
and ret on, upon my wanderings. II"
the remote ends of the earth | went.
but my conscience would not cease
to upbraid me. Never had loved Lyn-
don so much as now. since | mad proved
unworthy of his friendship. All his
little acts of kindness in youth came up
before me, all his generous devotion and
love. and the memory smote me as a two
edged sword
| had taken with me no memento of
Rose Not picture she bad touched,
not triAe which her deft hands had
fashioned, not flower which she had
gathered | do no: mean that ! was
praiseworthy in this. for it would have
been torture. l only prayed that |
might forget her, but forgetfulness never
came.
Lyndon often wrote me, and | ans " er
ed when | could. Que day when |
opened letter from him, two card pho
tograps fell from it; one Of himself, and
one of Rose. was thankful for Lynn
don's, and kept it near me always But
the other? l think to have looked twi' e
into those clear eyes would have driven
me mad could not keep it; SO held
it into the blaze of the lamp until it was
consumed, and the flames had scorched
my fingers. aud then smiled to feel the
pain
Months passed. l was growing thin
and old. Nothing seem d to interest
me. Lyndon's letters came but seldom
and at last he wrote me Of the death of
his boy. My heart ached for him and
longed to be able to comfort him., but
dared not think of Rose in her sorrow
After time another letter came, writ
ten in hand written in hand so unlike
Lyndon's of old 1 scarcely recognized it
He was very ill-was dying The ply
sicians gave him no hope.
Il have been i'll for long time" he
wrote, land have learned submission
Only for little Rose, should be con
tent but it Is go hard to leave her so
alone. She will return to her home
when am gone, but she has neither
father nor brother, and, sometime, may
need your care. Of late l have fancied
it was because you loved her you went
away. II it were true should be quite
content, my dear true friend! But