The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-03-28

SILK, Win JuDer0SeS IN her halF an
at her breast, for her passion fc
these flowers was stronger than ever
and when they were to be procured
at any trouble or cost, her little rooI
was always full of their peculia
fragrance.
During this Winter Mabel ha,
many lovers, and report said NOR
than one excellent offer of mar
rlage, but she quietly ignored O
else decidedly refused all advances
Her heart was still with the tall, faiI
mountaineer who had won it. amid
the warmth and perfume of tropi,
moons and moonlight nights; anC
though twice two years had passed
she refused to believe him false.
And she was right. Allan deserv.
ed her fullest faith. Her letter bad
never reached him, and vet he bad
with increditable difficulty made his
way to New Orleans, only to find the
Rae plantation in the hands of stran
gers, his friend dead, and Mabe
gone, none knew whittier. After {
long and dispiriting search, he left
Mabeps discovery in the hands o.
Well-paid agents, and returned tC
Scotland broken-hearted at the de
struction Of all his hopes. But he
still loved her passionately, and Of
ten In stormy nights, when the winds
tossed the tall pines like straWs, and
mountain SHOWS beat at barred
doors and windows, he thought Of
the happy peace and the solemn ST
lenees in which he and his love had
walked, listening only to the beat
ings oftheir own hearts, or the pas
sionate undernotes of the moeking-
birds. Often both in sleeping and
waking dreams, he saw again that
dim parlor, and the beautiful girl on
the silken couch; and with these
memories there always came the
same sensation of some delicate per
fume in the air. Far away mid the
heather and the broom, and the
strong fresh breezes of the North
Sea, he still was visited by the breath
Of the tropic woods, and the fra
GRANGE Of the tuberoses and the
memory Of his lost Mabel we're one
and indivisible in his heart.
Thus two walked apart who should
have walked hand in hand, and it
seemed as if the years only widened
that breach over which two souls
looked longingly and called vainly.
But there are ills which happen for
good; and l think any one who
would have taken the trouble to an
alyze and gain the character which
this separation and struggle pro-
duced, would have said so.
For after five hears of battle with
life, Mabel was no longer a lovely,
lmpulsive, thoughtless child; she
vas noble woman, beautiful in all
The majesty of complete suffering.
And Allan's whole nature swelled un-
der the influence Of a mighty and
lnselfsh love, as seas swell under
the influence of the sun and moon.
five wait, however, the harvest of
the heart will come. One day early
in the Winter, Mabel got a note
from friend, announcing her return
from abroad, and begging her to be
present at a small informal reunion
1t her house that evening. She
vent early in the day, and spent the
afternoon in that pleasant gossip
which young and happy women en-
oy. Her hostess rallied her q good
ieal upon growing years, and laugh
ngly advised her to secure a young
Scotehman with whom they had a
pleasant acquaintance in their trav-
lis, and who was now in New York
md going to spend the evening with
hem.
Did Fate knock softly on Mabers
ioul then2 For she blushed violent
y and if by magic there sprung up
n her heart a happy refrain which
he could not control, and which
Iept on singing, "He comes! he
.omes! My lover comes!"
she dressed with more than ordi-
iary care, and was so impatient, that
Ter toilet was complete before 9TH
rs had begun. So she sat down in
he unlighted parlOr saying to her
elf
II must be still. l viii be calm;
or how should / bear . disappoint-
nent, and what ground of hope have
!? Absolutely none but that he
,omes from the same e'country. No,
here is no hope?" But still above
he doubt and fear, she could not
lear the same Ginning undertone,
He comes! he comes! My lover
omesr'
She became nervous and supersti-
ious, and when the silence was bro
zen by quick ring and rapid foot
tep, she rose involuntarily from her
hair, and stood trembling and flush
ng with excitement in the middle Of
he room. An, Mabel Mabel your
leart has seen further than her eyes.
Allan has come at last.
"Ah, my darlingl my darling! my
air sweet flower, whose perfume has
ollOwed me o'er land and sea. I
ave found you again at last" ex-
laimed Allan, as he clasped Mabel
o his bosom.
And so Mabel's Winter of discon-
ent and sorrow was over Never
nore did she have grief or pain un-
oothed or uncontrolled. 1 only
7ish 1 could close as the old fairy
ales do, and say, $50 they lived
!appy ever afterward." But, alas
hough a lovely Mabel Monteith,
nth her fathers hair and her moth
RS eyes, makes light and gladness
n Allan's house, the far dearer one
as gone to "the abodes where the
ternal arc"
In a country churchyard not
wenty miles from New York, the
eautiful Mabel Rae "sleeps the
leep that knows no waking" Half
be year round you would know her
rave by the delicate odor of the
lberoses with which it is covered;
nd even when SHOWS cover it, and
rid winds and rains beat over its
turf, one noble heart offers
here still the incense of an undying
Election.
For be sure that a true love
strikes but one hour" and he or she
as never loved at all. who can say.