The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1872-02-01

did live for this 7"
Then for two long h,Irs, she knelt
beside her pillow, struggling with
herself, struggling until at last, her
heart gave her the answer We have al
ready written down; "Yes you can
bear it for though b, does not love
you, you still love him"
Then the poor wifo torc into rras-
msnti those passionate lovo lsltors,
and that final one which seemed her
death wounl, the wholc cruel packet
that had brought her So much woe
aud burnt them to ashes on her hearth
anl vowed that while she lived, her
husband should noycr know that she
hal Rad them.
"For he has not deceived n.y." She
slil to herself "lIe has bocn true 70
ne, honorable to me. That no has
boon sorely wounlcd shoull not make
no hato him, anl he shall never know
if ] can h'Ip it, how suT3r. H. is
always kind, oh, oh, heaven pity me
always kind that must suites mo-"
Aud so she met him, with her blbe
in hor arms, as calmly rs sie h4lplr-
ted from hi,s.
Ilo never saw the great change in
her IL njre; knew tha, from that
hour lie los, its beauty for h'r-,hlt
even the ri;htncss Of her lDvo for
her babe had faded, because sho
knew that its father had not loved
her. No ono knew anything, save
thit tn: rounlnesS left her cheek
that her eyes lost halt their swcctucs >
that she nevor INDUCED in those
moments of rcppSerll rlveri, OF
which sho hal once been so fond
Work was her refuge, and sho dared
not pause to think.
People called the Ch3sterlieli's 4
happy coup!1. Woman onvicI--fJr
he seemed model husband. Sac
locked hor skeleton carefully up, and
gave no ono 4 p'ep at it.
Years atw by. Two other babies
took the first bIby's place. George
Chesterfield grew rich Sho hclp,i
him to become so by irugality ani
unscli,hness and how it was pleas
ure to him TO give her tho means Of
doing good among tho poor. lI,,en
Chesteriiell's carriage was oi,egcr
found waiting at the door OF some
wretchcl abode, than at those of her
fashionable friends. Shs vas happy
in doing COOL.
Oao day Il woman in the most
wrelche haunt into which shl ever
carried her pure presence, spoke to
her Of another lying i'll ia the next
room.
"Sho's bccn hly, mA'am' she
sal but She's cone d1Sn lreaIlll I
;Link you'd 10 her ;opl."
AMI Helen Chesterfield fo,l)woi
her into room, wh,re upon y bed
lag the wreck OF the lovciest woman
on whom IIolea's gaze had ever rest
ol--a blonde with BLACK eyes, whose
golden hair swept over her pillow
down upon the AIor as ,hl Iay--a
creature with white hands anl snowy
ihrolt, but with lost stamped upon
her features as thou, "a it hal tsen
written there.
She looked at lIalcn angriy.
"More tracts p shl astol, ia 4
harsh voice. Take them away,
then. It's too lato for them with
me-"
But Helen was not ono Of thlsa
who satisfied Starving wrctchalness
with mere words. What she said or
or did, hardly matt ers. 1t was what
was mos; needed. No physical pride
made her shrink from contact with n
fallen sister. There was food and
wine aud decent linen in that poor
room before many hours were over /;
ani she did not even ask tho woman 5
name. 1t mattered not whom she
was, to H=leu, She saiTerod-this was
enough for charity.
So for days and days she ministered
for this poor creature, who grew to
yearn for her coming who prayed
for her to stay longer when she came
but who often looked at her in
strange way, qlte unaccountabIe to
Helen who sometimes began to
speak, and paused and said, "Ano'
ther tmo' as though sho postponed
some conference.-the story Of her life
perhaps. Ooly God knew what it
might be.
So the autumn wore away. Winter
came aai went and in the spring the
the littlo life in that moor creatures