Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1872-01-20

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ing linden trees or Beech Grove I 3
For Charles ByBde's sake She had
given MP her beAutiful home had
dared the uncle's threat -afterward
reientlessly carried into ellset--on
IdisinheritsDcc +; had submitted % all
the trials and evils which InaEt ne
cossarily surround q poor hma1l's1
/ yfifs-aud now Charles left her alotIo0
TO amusc herself as best she could. i
So while the chiIdren grew FAT
and rosy, Alice grew thin aud pale.
''sHe will come tonight she
| thought one Saturday evening, as
she brushed her glossy golden hair
into the shining bands beibest liked, ]
aud put on his faYorite blue mnsIjB'
dress, with q long torquoise pin in
the ribbons that set oil the transpa-
rent whitenessot her thr0ats HOh.
IL seems an age since saw him last"
But instead Of her husbands pres
enees the up-train from New York
brought mp only a hurried note and
brief: al.' iHt oi isnr.
"DEAR ALIcE-I cannot come up-
to-night-bnsiness is too pressing.
Love 10 the children. gdp C-L.p-,
The note fell from Alice's fingers;
a sickening sensation came over her
heart. titA -an1 100 % i1Tr
HAnd had dnwatched for him 20
anxiously. Oh, can L. he possible
| that he has ceased to love mono .
who gave up everything fer his
sake ~ -rr e,, ,,.r-,..lf = -,t-., f.'e....t
On Monday a a letter from DR.. Car
SON was brought 20 Mrs Eynde-a
letter enclosing a letter from her
husband. srf -t-a .>t.-r
n "PIease give this to Mr.. Lynde,' .
wrote the doctor. - was az las OF
ice twice oas Sas drday = lternooal,
! trying 60 find him, bJIT the doors
were closed, and the clerk told me
he had gone into the country. Tell
him he's lazy fellow to neglect his
business when IL is making himFich
so fast"
Alice Lynde read,tIle worlds three
times over before she fairly took in
their whole meaning. ~
asHe has deceived me-" thought
she; cit was not the convenient plea
of business that kept him away nom
me. oh, Charles, Charles! and has
it come 10 thissp r c--rrrsU adT
She sat down. still ciasping the
letter in her unconscious hand and
i gazed vaeantiy out upon tho sunny
landscape that lay before her,
Gift were not for the children
if it were not for The little ones-I
would go away and never look on
his face any more. He loves me ne
longer; tho affection l so blindly
l deemed my own IL Trans ferred 70
some other object; and why should
the childrenw
And as bIue-eyed- Carrie rancupi6
her to ask her some trifling ques.
ton, Mrs. Bynde drew the child
closer to her heart, and burst INTO
tears. v rt-.rrr - w
6sAIammala exclaimed the. aston
ished girl, why do you crys Are
you sick mamma ~ r.~r -t..irr
! "Sickl Yes,9 sobbed poor Alice,
| 81 am sick at heart, child"
And the plentiful shower Of tear
helped 10 relieve her oFerrharget
heart. hnI I-HfT f1-
81 viii endure 10 for the sake OF
these little ones; will suffer on and
try to be silent" Thought Alice,
pressing both hands over her aching
BOSOM IS sos ,hnoI mo-
The next week. Mr. Lynde was TO
come and bring his family home.
Alice looked forward tOiothe day
with a sick anticipation-a shrink
ing expectation. She lnnged for the
hour of their meeting, and yet she
1 In the nervous tate OF excitement.
she came TO the door, leading htsle
! Lucy, as the carriage wheels grated
over the stony country road and
stopping ia front of tho old fashion,
ed pOrtico. aola lo Hrg 5rf s1iaiu ON
But Charles was not there-ronly
the driver, who touched his hat with
an awkward attempt at politenesF,
as he descended from the box.
/ "If you please, ma'aln, Mr.. Lynde
could not come, bur he'll be there 10
More neglect! Alice answcrsdnot
a word, but the hands with which
she tied the blue ribbons fof Lucy's
hat trembled sOrcly, aud her Up
would CULVER in spite Of the resolute
little teeth that held IL down, r,fi II,
The little ones laughed and chat
ted and played in the carriBge as1it
rolled along ,ex claiming loadly az the
various objects on the road. Alice
leaned back in the corner, pale and
silent, seeing nothing but The fam
tastic visions OF her own fevered
4 mind. Once or twice the idea en-
tered her brain that the journey was
rather longer than she expected, but
she did not reason upon The subject,
reiapsing st once upon her painful
reflections.
mamma, oh, mammal what a
pretty place !" chOrussed the chill
dren at once. s'There'B tall white
statue back of those FIR trees, and
fountain all sparkling like diamonds;
and, oh, mamma, such beautiful beds
of flowers 20 .aiif 4ue M
Alice, reused from her thoughts
for the instant, leaned forward and
gazed out of the window. i-lL 1
Surely there was something ianil-
lar in those great terraces, with their,
flights OF marble steps, in the doric
columns of the majestic stone piaz-
za, before which the carriage eitl-
denly came 70 , halt.
assAm dfesnlinq she liOught,
locking vaguely around her, 'sor IA
this really Beech 6roves'r tffa
She went uD the steps, feeling As
I II she were uloyinl b rough The un-
certain phantasies 0f a dream. Bnt
! in the vestfhHle stood reality itself,
Ia the shape Of her usb3nd, With =
face OF bright enraptpred happiness
feAdy dearest wife, he naprulurcd,
folding her fenderiF IA bis hrnis,
s'the time hEa eo,ue Ioi eile - restore
to you what you gave gp 50 cheer
fully for my sake yeass ago. We'll
come once again 70 your home, Al-
ice !'3-. aafirI eus lEe
ssHomc?1 she repeated, g4ki4s M
into his ewes. 4 she scarcely cfedlteO
! the evidence Of her own senses.
eyes, home indeedl have pur-
: chased Beech Grove, Alice, and fnr-
[ uished IL Just to suit your taste. Ny
! cherished little wife, ] am rewarded
for the wears Of economy the extra
] work, the self-denial, which / have
| been obliged 10 practice."I .TeLs
: "Charles," she Whispered grow
: ing scatlet and pale alternately,
HWas it this that occasiOned your
, absence last weekfH aall elI
81 was determined TO bring you
2 here. Alice. when | took yOu away
z from that cFanped little farm hOnse.
: There have been countless delays,
linnumerable difficulties, hui | have
conquered them all. Welcome TO
! your home, my precious little wise!"
And SO he took her once more 70
: his heart. Alice Lynde's happiness
!, was mingled with the keeaest pang
! Of remOrse she had ever kRewn.
Sitting in the handsome, familiar
I rooms that evening, with the moon
: light streaming through the stained
{ glass windows, her children asleep
, IN tho nufeefsv that had once been