Northern Ohio journal. [volume] (Painesville, Ohio) 1872-1896, 1873-08-09

| nave been part of her delIrlum, anC
! yet it seemed real; only as something
that happened in some other state of eX
| istence.
1t was the fourth day since she had re-
| gained her consciousness, and she was
so much better that her husband said:
Lena, if succeed in finding the per.
son who cared for you and brought you
! here, and whom you fancy you cal
| family remember, do you want to
know ?''
"I want to see him, Basil. 1 want to
| thank him. | think should know him, u
she said, eagerly.
s. Have you any idea who it could have
been ?''
ssI don't know as l have. No, have
not. And vet is seems as if it were some
one had known and loved sometime, y
she said, thoughtfully.
8 Ii it were not so long since the dis
appearance Of
" Basil." springing up and catching
his hand in both Of hers.
What, dear?''
% 1t aeas him! / know now. o, Basil
did he come back from tire dead to watch
over his little grip the tears came to
her eyes.
The doctor drew her head to his breast,
and held her hands moment in his firm
clasp.
You must not excite yourself so,
Lena" he said, in his calm, firm voice.
Is L was going to tell you something,
dear, something which would make you
very happy-som ething better than you
shall not dare to tell you unless you are
very calm, because | could not have you
ill again, little wife,"
She lifted her head and looked search
ingly in his face.
:: Basil, it gas my father; he has come
back from the deadr' she said, in low,
awed voice.
"Not from the dead--that were i'm
possible. But if l should tell you that
he had only been kept away from you
by circumstances over which he had no
control, but that at last"
s'Basil Dinsmore, where is my faith
Ell ?" she interrupted, sharply.
Here, my child, here! o, my little
Doctor Dinsmore could interpose, he
had thrown open the door, and sprang
to the bedside, and folded his child in
his arms. 5.8.st
Lena gave one little glad cry, and put
her arms around his neck.
''O papa, you were gone so long, and
your little girl was so weak!'' And
half from joy and half from pain, she
broke into low, soft weeping.
Doctor Dinsmore walked back and
forth, half jealous of the tender art by
which Walter Hargrave soothed and
caImed her grief. and brought back
smiles to her tremulous lips. Listening
to the low, tender words which fell so
naturally between them, he remem-
bered, by way of contrast, the cold grave,
~, Il s,,x ifl l,tAh ha6 n1Ir oil
her, and for the first time realized how
much there is III loving words-how "
much Of all life's sweetness and blessed
ness comes through them. Thinking it
over, his heart smote him anew-what
a brave, unseltish heart it was for his
blindness and neglect. Taking all the
blame upon himself, and only thinking
of her as sinned against, instead of sim
hing, his heart grew heavy with an in-
definable regret.
Basil, my husband, come here,
please,'' came in a low tone from the bed
tones that thrilled him with sweet,
solemn joy, She. reached out and took
his hand, and carried it tenderly and
reverently to her lips, and then laid it
i'm that of her father. 's You will love
him for my sake, father" she said, brok-
emily.
g love him for his own, my child"
he replied.
s'I know, but l mean something diff
ferent. He has been very tender and
forgiving to your little girl. father.
When she erred and wronged him, he
took her to his strong, true heart, and
took all the blame of her sin upon his
own soul. Did you ever know such love
before? 1t was hard thing to forgive
tile hardest thing in the world, and
yet he forgave me! Is it asking too
much, father, TO ask you to love him for
my sake?" she said, solemnly.
tLena, don'ti" Doctor Dinsmore
interposed, ,depreeatingly. Iii was my
| fault, and shall not permit even you to
SANDER my wife,"
| Walter Hargrave smiled family, but
there were tears in his eyes and in his
voice as he said, holding a hand Of each :
| :" God help and keep you both, and
make the happiness of the future atone
for the sorrow of the past! Remember
| that mutual love, tenderness and conf
dence is the only safeguard of wedloek.
And now, my dear doctor, if Lena is not
too tired, will explain the mystery ol
my sudden disappearance from Brent
eighteen months ago. gave you brie1
outline that first day when you came in
upon me here so suddenly, and claimed
as your wife my little girl. Butperhaps
| had better begin at the beglnning-'
go yes, father" interrupted Lena
"I want to know, you know"
He stopped over and kissed the cage
lips, and taking one of the little, veal
hands in his, began:
| s'When [ left Rose Cottage to go III
to the mansion, in answer to my broth
er's request, fully expected to return
, in a few hours. And yet. l cannot ex
plain the feeling; l felt as if l were leav
) ing you for long tine, my child.
felt, when / came back from the doc
and kissed you, that it was perhaps TO
the last time. A strange presentimen
that I was about to leave Won took pos
session of me. l thought it foolish, ant
tried to throw it off, but l could no
wholly rid myself of it. 1t was this feel
/ ling that prompted me to GO and coun
tae contents of my purse, and leave
2 with you-only pitiful fifty dollars i
! all-poor child!''
: 81 never wanted for anything, dea
father,' Lena said, with fond loo
5 toward her husband.
|. And then Mr.. Hargrave had to reac
: over and grasp the doctors hand, an
: say something in a low. husky voice
and then they both had to indulge in
e few tender words and caresses to til
r pretty little invalid propped up on pi
= lows between them, and take out the
: handkerchiefs ssurreptitiously, and maxi
a pretence of wiping the dust and per
= pration from their faces. After whic
IA refreshing little episode the story wei
y Oh again.
= TO BE CONTINUED.
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