The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-04-25
FREMONT. SANDUsKY COUNTY OHIO; FRIDAY APRIL 25 1873
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subject. I told him I thought ther
was Danger"
"You told him, and how did it ei
feet him?"
"He only smiled and shook hi
head"
"SmiledT"
! eyes, but with tears in his eyes
He said if he could only leave hi
wife and child well and comfortably
provided for, he should be willing
to go. That was when he had {
great pain in his heart"
Mary arose, and went and placed
her hand OH the doctors shoulder
'Uncle Ralph, do you-do you
tell-tell me truly"
Il only tell you what 1 fear, ny
child tell you what is possible
aye, what is inevitable, sooner Ol
later, if Allen doesn't find help
But do not tell him what I have TOLD
you. 1t might break him down al
once. We must keep him with u:
while we can. He must not fall Oh
die now, in the noontide of life, i
mortal power can save him. But
my little girl, you must be prepared
THE blow may fall at any time
These heart troubles are most
treacherous. It is for you to make
his pillow smooth, and give him
leomfort for the few short days
"Oh uncle! do not say so, my soul,
Allen must not die. Better, a thous
and times, that 1 should go, and
leave him to his bright and useful
life"
DR.. Gorshom drew his weeping
niece to his bosom and gently whis,
pered:
"Stay with him, Mary, and give
him hope, saength and courage.
While I give him such medicine as
have to give, be it yours, my dear
child, to draw him away from his
labors when you can, and make his
burdens light. Let US do this and
leave the rest with God"
After her uncle had gone, Mary
moved about the house like one in a
dream, gathering up the threads OF
the past, and weaving them into the
woof of the present. How the old
love burned up, and how dear to her
were the memories of the brighter
times. "Her husband dying! o, it
could not be! 1t should not be-"
And yes-and yet-What could
she do if the die was fatally cast2
All she could bless him while he
lived. Yes, she could do that.
That evening when Allen Moore
returned to his home, his wife met
him on the piazza, and put her a arms
up to his shoulders and kissed him.
"You are late Allen. Supper has
been waiting for you"
"But you have not waited, Maryg'
eyes, Allen. could not eat
alone tonight"
"You could not?" He spoke like
one in a dream.
"No, I wanted the light of the
other times, Allen, the light which
only your presence can give" She
wound her arm within his own, and
led him into the hall, and after re-
moving his cloak, etc, she led the
way into the supper room.
His own favorite dishes of silver
and china were bright and clear; the
napkins white as snow; the food as
she knew hepreferred it; and above
all, her own face wearing q smile of
the old sweetness, presiding over the
scene.
Was he dreaming, or was it real2
Almost afraid to speak, he drank in
the Joy of the occasion.
When the meal was concluded
Allen retired to the sitting room,
where, when she had attended to her
household duties, his wife Joined
him.
"How, now, Allen? Where are you
golng?' He had risen as Mary en-
tered.
"To my room, Mary. I have pa
pers to copy"
"Cannot others do your copyingY'
"These are papers which l dare
not trust to other eyes" !.
"Bnt you will trust me, Allen?"
"Trust your Was he in the
dream again.
"Yes, if you will explain to me the
work, and leave them with me on
the morrow,T will copy them for you.
You know write well"
"Maryr'
80, Allen my husband my
own true loveF-she had moved up
and laid her hand upon his shoul-
der-ayou are working too hard. If
you will let me help you, will help
you now; and by-and-by you shall
rest. We will 60 away among the
green fields, the brooks, and the
hills"
'Mary! my darling! What sweet
music is this?" He took her to his
bosom with his arms tiwined around
her.
"Allen, my husband 1 have been
unmindful Of your good, and 1 have
been very miserable, but will be so
no more. If You will give me back
your love and youEtrust; If you will |
lean upon me when you are weak,
and rest on my bosom when you are
in pain; if you will forgive all my
wrongs and my error-I will bless
God, and take courage; and we viii
be happy while we live"
OH blessed and happy houri
and happiness reaching
out into the coming year. The
heart had been unlocked and its |
food of true love, gushing forth into !
3 current broad and strong, had !
washed away the stains Of evil, and
upon the sacred altar of their home
the vestal fire burned brightly.
A year had passed, when Mary !
said one day, as she stood and look |
ed up into her husbands face:
'Allen, how strong and healthy you
have grown. You don't know how
proud and happy it makes me-"
He caught her to his bosom and |
held her there.
"My blessed wife! how could I
help being strong and well beneath |
the influence of love like yours? II