The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-11-15
FREMONT SANDUsKY COUNTY OHIO; FRIDAY NOVEMBER IS 1872

L OS3 GAAoo % OOAAAIlA udul NlLu3 anu
how much more! Oh, my God, how
mnch more! She had hardly sense
enough to be glad even when her
friend was gone at last, and she was
safe in her room, for everything
seemed whirling around her. Will
married, married year ago; and
all her love, her passionate devotion,
her prayers, her whole hearts long
ing, only so much incense wasted,
so much earnest, patient, faithful af-
fection lavished on-another Wo-
mans husband! The loving Wor-
ship Of two long years had in one
moment become a sin and shame,
and poor Maize sank beneath the
blow.
So much good had 'living it
down" done for her!
One more scene, and 1 Ihaye done.
A very short scene this, and laid, not
in gay glittering Southsea, by gras-
sy uplands or sparkling waves, but
back in busy, populous London.
The season is just beginning: The
academy is open, the park crowded.
Kesington Gardens and the Botanic
al are bright and fragrant with the
shining white chestnut blossoms
and "garlands of scented May"
Lilacs and laburnums are blossom
ing in the squares, German bands
playing on the terraces; boats on
the Serpentine, parties to Richmond,
life and gaiety jubilant everywhere.
No, not eUergq0here for just at the
corner ofPark Lane there is a guam
tity of straw thrown down in front OF
house-a house where the blinds
are down and the knocker muf1ed,
where visitors drive up in gay car
lriages and after a whispered inquiry
at the door, go away with grave
faces, the shadow on which lasts
nearly half a minute after they get
into the row; a house where the flow
ers in the balcony, once so fondly
tended, are dry and dead, and
whence the doctor is just making his
exit, saying as he goes, can odd
fancy, perhaps, but still humor it,
Mrs. birmingham. 1t can't do her
any harm now, you know, and it
may cheer her at the end"
The end! Yes, my friend, it had
come to that now. Tomorrow
hath no more to say to yesterday, :"
and after one short year more Maize
birmingham is gliding quietly away
into the great, outer, shadowy world,
"where the weary are at rest"
She was lying in her little bed as
the door closed on the doctors port
lily figure, lying still and repeating
that very verse to herself over and
over again, as if it comforted her.
The curtains across the window
were drawn, but through their lace
folds the sun glimmered cheerfully,
and a soft breeze stole in at the open
easement, bringing watts of music
and gay voices on its breath, and
reveling in a huge bowl of early
roses which shed their perfume over
the sick room. Lightly and play
fully wantoned that young wind
among the dainty rose leaves, ere
gliding past to kiss the dying girPs
cheek and rumple with a tender
touch the damp on her forehead
"Where the weary are at rest.
Yes, Maize was very near her rest
now. She did not look dangerously
ILL, though-white and thin perhaps
but the soft dark veil of wavy hail
hid the sharpened outlines Of the
pure pale face, and made her looH
more like her old girlish self, thar
the Maize of later days. Her eyes
too, though sunken and shaded BY
dark circles looked larger and
brighter than they had ever done
and the rose colored draperies o.
of the bed cast a sort of reflected
glow on the small, pale face, as she
lay with clasped hads musing, as she
often mused, ali alone.
A little while-perhaps three
quarters of an hour-and there were
sounds of footsteps on the stairs, 8
murmur Of hushed voices without,
and Maize started and raised her
head. Then the door opened, and
Mrs. birmingham said, captain
Travers is here, dear Maize. Shall
he come IMP" She nodded her head,
for her lips were very dry; but Mrs.
birmingham understood, and the
next moment Will was standing by
the bed Maize was not pale now.
A bright pink spot had risen ia eth
er cheek, making her look girlishly
lovely, while he, on the contrary,
though stalwart and handsome as
ever, looked haggard and Gorn-a
little nervous and embarrassed, too,
as men who front death coolly on sea
and on shore will look when they
come face to face with him in the
Ihelplessness ofa Woman's sick room.
Mazie's quick eye saw the wan looks,
perhaps the embarrassment as well,
for there was something wonderfully
calming and gentle in her tone, as
she put her wasted little hand in his
great sailorly palm, and said simply
"How good it is of you to come
and see me so quickly. 1 did so want
to bid you good-by when 1 heard
you were in town; but 1 didn't think
you could come so soon."
$50 soonp repeated Will, and he
meant every word, poor fellow, as he
crushed the white, Waxy fingers in
his warm clasp. Gas if l would not
have hurried here the moment
heard that-that-oh Maize don't
call it good-by. You're not so very
i'll, are yOu?'
The old boyish impetuOus manner
made her smile and sigh. too; but
she put her other hand over his as
if to ward off blow, and answered
steadily;
"Oh yes, VIII, it's all over with
me, or I shouldn't have you here
They never give an indulgence like
this to any but dying people, you
know"
"Don't talk like that, Maize, fol
Gods sake. You dying too! and
you look so bright, Oh! how-what
is itp'
"Whatp' repeated Maize, more
brightly still; what is my ailment
do you mean? 1 don't know. II
seems no end of things according to