Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1872-04-11
BY LOUISE c. NJ.

BY LOUISE Z. II.
How bright and joyous were those brief
weeks? Then / thought no shadow
could ever cross my heart, so full was it
OF sunshine. But at the eXpirati IN of six
months found myselfa changed and sad
dened woman. livery bud that blossom
ed III my pathway had been crushed, and
at my feet were now only the faded, with
cred blossoms of life The past came
looming up before Inc dark and pitiless
My heart, my life, was bound up in this
great sorrow. 1 only thought of the
great cloud that shadowed my life Ev
cry thought that was not of Casp4, Stu
art, my husband, was as u saclilege TO the
! dead
Months passed, and yet no tidings The
beautiful home at NorthwoOd was draped
i'll mourning. where, six months before.
clustered the orange blossoms upon our
bridal eve. How | treasured up every
VOID and look of those short sunny
days. How miserly | hoarded up the
| precious letters, written on board the
steamer, where my husband always added,
Soon as my business Is arranged, we shall
no longer be separated" But the day
grew darker gloom:er,-hc neUer acrOte me
agaln.
We traced him to London, no further.
His cOnstancy and faith never for IA mo-
ment doubted. l thought he had died
suddenly among strangers, with a prayer
upon MS dying li.'s lor me. l mourned
him as only we mourn for the good and
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1t was clear cold night in January
| lo6-. The Queen Of y light" shone out
radiantly, and the snow glittered like so
many diamonds in the bright moonlight.
he festivities OF the season were at their
height. knew this, for my receiver"
was treighted with invitations
knew not Why, and yet, as the ser
want ushered in Mr. He. chell,-he had
been my husbands friend and counselor,
DIS well as mine-i felt knew he had It'd
ings of some nature. There was 4 deeper
tenderness in his tones, and about the
mouth were deep drawn lines. He came
ward me, and putting his hand upon
me, asked how much more so!row can
you bear."
Thinking it some pecuniary loss, re-
piled, Anything God wills, Nj. Her
schell"
If, Mary, your husband were living,
yet dead forever to you:"
| For amoment | spoke on word, scarce
ly lived. My heart ached and throbbed,
as swayed in my chair Deserted by
himl For whom? His professions OF
affection for me, even unto the list, were
false! This humiliation was equal to
what my heart had suffered Ny ha-
biliments of woe laughed and Knocked at
me as gazed upon them How old
looked for a woman Of twenty.
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On pleasant sunshiny day you might
have observed by passing an elegant es
| tabllshment on - street, in the city of
London, sitting by an open window, a
tall, magnificent looking man, carelessly
gazing out upon the pa.sers by. A girl
ish fig ire sat by his side, with face as
pure and lovely as an angel s. The tiny,
plump, almost baby fingers rested lightly
upon his arm, as she asked in helpless,
pleading way, Casper, why d. we not
return to the land so dear to US? | have
grown so weary of this gay life, and, be-
sides, Mamma says her heart acneS TO see
me. Take me back, dear Casner." and
the blue eyes Tiled with tears, and the
rosy lips quivered
Casper Stuart, for it was Casper, put
aside the little hand impatiently, and
made no reply.
| why IS 1t you are SO stern and cold
when l speak of our beloved lind! Some
great shadow rests upon you. All day
long strange, sad feeling comes over me,
telling me never again will my eyes ling
er upon my Cottage home and the fond
mother who Is awaiting me there. The
little Chapel. too, where we Were united,
looks out sadly from AN )ns tl4 delt Old
pines, and m; eyes see you and myself be-
fore the man of God; only in the picture
there are tears upon my checks, and my
heart seems breaking. o. Casper, take
me homeI
A look of pain passed over Casper Stu
| arts face Is his thoughts wandered back
to the terrible wrong he had done this
trusting girl. How he had met and loved
her, just before his marriage with his be-
trothed. How his heart had turned from
his fair young wife to the lovely village
maiden, Daisy Renton. How he had
wooed and won her. she little dreaming
another bore his name. Iheir hurried
bridal, and sojourn in foreign lands
| There were times when Casper Stuart
cursed himself for the great sin committed
| against Daisy, and of the terrible woe he
knew he has caused his young wife. +
Days, months and years sped quickly
by, and Daisy lay dying in foreign city
dying without one look upon the cot
tage among the hills. Fragile, dropping
as a lily, which some cruel blast had bro
ken from the stalk, she lay, n,uImuring
of the cool waters that bubbled up so
bright and sparkling, dashing their silver
spray over the butter-cups and daisies, in
the green meadows and pleasant wood
lands. DaisyS spirit took its flight to
that city whose streets are paved with
gold.
Remember she was sinned against, not
SHINING. And now, the stars, with
loving eyes, their vigils keep over the
last resting place of poor Daisy.
Il had heard the thunder of the storm,
and yet Gods angels sung sweetly be-
yond."
Mary! you are the little Mary of old!
God keep you so!'
:. A manly form stood before me, warm