Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1872-08-07
Select STORY.
Lynaon's Ross.
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The season went by anJ autumn came.
| WAS content to live thus quietly. and
had no wish to roam There came a
midsummer day in September. sultry
and scorching. | ;'i. not go with Lyn-
don in the morning, but after lunch set
ou, for walk | might rot have been
quite WE'LL scarcely can tell how it
was-but the sun seemed 10 scorch me,
blind me. | groped my way back to
the house, and fouud that Lyndon had
returned carly on account of the ex-
tretGe heat.
My head burns and throbs fearfuily,
Lyndon" | said, "aud | am dizzy al
most TO blindness
sank upon the sofa, and he rushed
ont into the hall. exclaimins with ve-
hemenoe which frightened me:
Rose Rose do believe Tom has
had suns,rcka. Do come and see
What we can do for him T.
we" he said but | think he was
too frightened to render me any assist
.:uce In moment Rose entered the
rr,,--,, ~ c..ln, and qt1-, ever She
first placed a cool pillow under my head.
Don't be alarmed, Lyndon dear" she
said, in a tone which calmed us both at
once i don't appfehend anything
serious
She drew up an ottoman 70 the side of
The sofa, and commenced to hathe my
l,rehead from bowl which she held in
her hand, with liquid, cool, fragrant
and clear. Then she brought me a glass
Of iced lemonade. After this she re-
-umcG her seat. bathing my head again,
aud lightly brushing back my hair
Ina few moments the pain was charm
ed away closed my eyes and won
dercd what nesmeric power was hidden
within her light slender fingers, that their
touch should thrill me so. A subtle
soothing Influence seemed to steal over
me-somethirg like the magic of moth
rr's song to weary child-and slept
When | awoke it wa. evening. and
my mind was strangely clear; though l
opened my eyes with the consciousness
that had whispered some ones name in
waking. No one was within the room,
but through the lace-draped windows |
saw Lyndon's form, resting against a
pillar Of the porch. Rose sat beside him,
in a low rustic chair She wore white
something dainty and misty: and as |
looked, Lyndon plucked spray Of
cypress blooms, with their light feathery
foliage, from the pillar, and laid it
cgainst her hair
closed my eyes and turned my face
away. Why, Was it strange that
Lyndon Should love his wife. and that
wife-Rose-,he queen of true.hearted
women!
said my mind was clear. | knew
them for the first time, that | was wildly
maaly in love with Rose-wilh Lyndon's
Rose
God knows | never meant it to be SO
tried to love them alike, "a brother and
sister. had been SO happy under The
delusion that | had succeeded in doing
go, and this was the end
groped my way to my room, wan
de,ing if murderers were ever more con,
science smittrn than was |. Lyndon had
always been my friend-a friend such as
few can boast. Years before, he had
saved me from life Of misery. and thi:
was his reward.
looked out upon the warm. glowing
landscape, and shivered as with cold.
The river sparkleG in the moonlight, and
brought me back memory of the gip-
sey's prophecy l had loved-bnt
was drifting still-rocked and dashed
by the pililess waves of bitter, longing
despair.
There was but one thing for me to do
] must leave Maple River forever.
must go-but wither o. how dreary
seemed the world to me then how cold
Two DAYS afterwards l stood upon the
porch equipped for my journey. Rose
stood near me, her child in her arms