The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1873-07-17

able, notwithstanding all he could say
So he thought, "Let her cry herself
out-to-mOrrow she viii be herself
again." But she was not herself
again; for the next morning, though
she certainly had ceased weeping. she
was sadder and graver than ever, and
pointedly avoided her husband.
Every attempt at reconciliation
failed; nearly all day she sat gloomily
by herself, starting whenever her hus-
band came near her.
This state of things continuing some
time, he also began to grow melan-
cholly, fearing he had altogether lost
his wife's love. Silently he moved
about the house, thinking how to cure
the evil; but. no idea occurred to him;
50 at noon he went out into the viii
lage, and loitered earelessly through
the fields. The rich, ripe corn waved
like a golden lake, and the birds sang
sgeetly enough, bat his heart was full
of sorrow. In the distance stood the
old Dreaming Beach; queen of the
forest = lowered toward heaven. 1t
seemed to beckOn him with its green
waving branches to come nearer, IKE
q good old friend. He went and sat
beneath its shade, thinking of days
gone by. Five years had passed since
he, poor miserable wretch, had rest
ed there for the first time, and dreamt
that pleasant dream. How pleasant !!
for it had lasted five years, and now
al gone! all goneI forever and ever.
Then the beech began to rustic
again, as it had done five years ago,
and 10 move its mighty branches; and
as they moved there fell as then, the
! golden giittering sunlight across its
leaves, and Through, the boughs peep
ed ever and anon the deep blue sky.
Then his heart grew calmer, and be
slept. Soon he dreamt that dream
again of five years ago. The woman
at the table and the little children at
play; but now the faces were the faces
Of his own dear wife and children,
and she looked at him with her great
brown eyes so kindly, alb; so kindly
And then he awoke, and found it was
only dreamI More sorrowful than
before, be broke off a small green twig
from the tree, and went home and
placed it in his hymn-book.
The next day was Sunday, and as
they went to church the eleaves fell out
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as he stopped to pick them up and put
them into his pocket. But the wife
had seen it and asked what it was.
''Only leaves from the Dreaming
Beech, which is much kinder 10 me
than you are. Yesterday 1 rested be-
meath it and fell asleep. 1t wished
to console me, for ! dreamt that
you were kind to me again, and
had forgiven everything, but it is not
true. The good old beech, though it
is noble tree, knows nothing about
the future"
The wife gazed at him, and it was
as if ray of sunshine had crossed
her face. .,...
Husband did you really dream
that?D +.
eyes" he answered positively.
And she knew 1t was the truth, by
the twitching about his mouth, like
one who has difficulty in restraining
his tears.
"And was reRlly your wife?"
"Really my own true wifen and she
fell on his neck and half sHffocated
him with kisses.
s'Thank Godin she said, "now it is
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how dearly you can never knOwl
And in all these long dresry days I
have been in such dread, lest I was
wrong in loving you, and that God
meant nae to have another husband,
and you another wife; for you certain
-ly did steal my heart, you bad man!
and there was deception at first. Yes,
you stole my heart, but it did not do
you much good, for you know things
must have happened just as they did,
whether we would or. lo,p Then,
after pause, she continued
promise me never to speak of the
Dreaming Beech again slightly
"I meyer will, for 1 believe in is as
much as you do, depend upon it,
though in q different way, perhaps.
And now let US paste the leaves in the
beginning OF the hymn-boOk, so that
they may not be lost" .,