Wilmington daily commercial., 1872-09-21

shouldn't sbe5 She could not tell, bit sonic;
how she could hot speak. What had made
her late2 She tried to eat but everything
choked her, and she was glad when her
father told her to get up and pour out the
coffee. IL he had not she was sure she would
have cried.
"Well so our summer boarder's gone"
said Mr.. Deans, as he took the cup.
Rachel felt dizzy. She never had tainted
was she going to now2 How did people
die ?-was that like fainling2
''Smart young fellow, wasn't he?"
"Smart enough, responded his wife rather
crustily.
paid well, too, didn't he ?"
"Paid as much as | asked him."
"Here, Rachel, fill Jacobs cup. For sakes,
girl, don't scalt him with the copper. What's
the matter with the child? You're as white
as sheet. Didn't lose your heart to the
city man, did ye?"
And what did she say what did she do
She said rather family, ~ guess not, and
filled his cup. And the day passed. She
washed the dishes, MIXED the COWS, fed the
chickens-she did not do either very we'll
and she did the same the next day, and the
day after, and the day after that.
Tomorrow, still tomorrow creeps on
this pretty pace from day to day"
She thought he might come back to-mor-
| row-she thought u letter might come. But
neither ever came.
Where was he Back on the Hudson
his little sketch book hidden away in the back
part of drawer-his Faust and Margaret
| side by side on a bookshelf with the Van
Enden genealogy. Not long after, notice
of his marriage 10 Miss Douglas appeared in
the papers, Everybody said it was a bril-
liant mateh-she was u great heiress, and her
ancestry dated back even beyond the ark.
| She was older than he, but that was no mat
ter. She was, with all her beauty and gran
deur, as cold as the crowned Jungtrau
but she would give elegant receptions she
would grace society. And Rachel-did she
ever hear of Rachel ?-dOes Van Enden, the
proud business man, the merchant prince,
ever think of the little "episode" among the
hills ? IL not, why did he hide his face the
other day when Nilsson was playing the role
of Margaret?
And Rachel where is she2
The old house stands neglected, its shutters
falling from the hinge, the garden gate nailed
up, the roses struggling over the weather.
beaten front. Behind it, the glen is all un-
changed, the spring bubbles cool and fresh,
the birds are calling overhead, but the little
maiden no longer ills her pitcher with its
sparkling waters.
| Yonder, in tumbledo cottage, whose
surroundings bespeak poverty and shiftess-
ness by the light of a dim tallow candle, q
faded and haggard woman is mending tat
tered pair of trousers. A sleepy child lies
on the floor beside her, and in the chimney
corner, smoking black clay pipe, sits 1
heavy stupid looking man, drying his wei
boots by the feeble blaze. The wife'E
thoughts are wandering. Sne has forgotten
her present cares; the children in the innel
room sleep unheeded and looking out into
the star-lit night, through the half-openet
door, she sees the moon rise over the valley,
and remembers far-off summer of day.
made beautiful by a loving presence Sht
sees again the glance that thrilled, she hear
the murmur OF u tender voice saying, SIS i
wrong as it Isl" and soft, girlish husl
warns her pale check, and her sunken eye
glow with u remembered fire
Il say, old woman, hand us along bit O
terbacker, will yerf"
Rachel wakes from her dream, and come
back to the realities with u start, humbly anC
quietly obeying her rough husbands bidding
and taking up once more the burden of he
simple life, which has its cares, its sorrows
and after all, its rare joys.
For dark as the present may be, there
ever the glimpse of the beautiful hereafter
TO tighten its clouds, and to cheer the hear
tainling under its heavy trials, which dream
that the sweet hopes that come TO naught il
this unsatisfying world, shall there bud an(
blossom, and bear glorious fruit.