Northern Ohio journal. [volume] (Painesville, Ohio) 1872-1896, 1873-06-28

IL she had loved his brother, whom she
married.; only one thing stood out plain
and clear to his consciousness that, at
some time, she had loved Walter Har-
grave withrtil enc passion of her Hfe
| She was so much older than him that
he knew very little of her early life,
she having been ten years old when her
married her father. He only remem-
bered her as a proud, ambitious girl,
with strong passions and unbending
will. He was but a child when she
came North-they were natives of Balt-
| imore-to visit some of her fathers rel
atiyess SheF neyer retnrne4. but was
marrfefl some fIfne IN the course of o
year, he believed, as near as ne could re-
member. ss@ e +
lena Hargrave had always. known
Doctor Dnsmore, or ratlxeE She knew
| there was such man. from seeing him
his-haBle by the toHnspeep1e, but she
had never had Z any personal aequsin-,
tance with him. 1ndeeR Jhe seemed
someshiHg qs4te forl1fd dHhieSfs fsherS mag.
ination, wis .leef1st ,aHA Iisdena
and grave diki1s6gS And hon he WINS
forty years old amosf . which toa girt
of Hfneseesf seemed soHethiug anite7sD
triarchak To be sure, ,Sller father was
forty-six, but she never thought of him
as being old, he had always been young
to her-he always would be now, for
thinks of the little child whose life went
out on his bosom, as being old, and
wfinkled, and grey time may do all
this for those who Lives, but those who
have fallen asleep are touched with the
seal of perpetual youth.
1t was, therefore, with a little pertnr-
bed fHtser of the heart that Leat saw
Doctor DinsmOre drive up to the cottage,
and quietly alight, and secure his horse
to post as if ne intended to make a
visit. AS he turned to come uD the
walk, something-perhaps some chance
expression of his face-brought back
something which her father had once
said of him. Referring to some one
who had abused his tfust in them, he
said: doctor Dfnsmore is the weakest
strong man / ever knew-that is, the
weakest through his affections. One
that he loves can do anything with him,
except make him do wrong himself;
that, nothing can do. He is perfect
Samson in strength and shrewdness of
character, but Love is the Delilah that
binlis hlm." ~7 tss' - &-sa > a.
| 1t came back to her then with new
sense, and for the first time in her life it
came into her thoughts to wonder why
he had never married. The thought
embarrassed her trifle as she opened
the door at his summons. But his man
ner-grave and quiet, with a touch of
gentleness in it--reassured her. at once.
The ffutter died l cat Of her heart, and
her pulses grew calm, and a feeling of
repose and rest enveloped her, such as
she had not known since that terrible
night. 1t seemed, as she sat there con-
versing quietly with him, as if she had
been in one lang -feyerea- sleep ever
since. 1t did not annoy her that he
should speak of her father, it seemed
right and natural that he should;' and
to no one, not even to Mollie Sterne, had
she felt free to speak sof EIfinl, as sho dia
to him. She had told him, as she had
never any one else, all the little incl
dents of that last eveniRg-all he had
said-how lie had looked, and the little
strangeness in his manner, which she
thought now was presentiment, else
why should he have left all the money,
and taken only her mothers pictureP
She did not know how it happened, but
before she was fairly aware She found
herself telling all her circumstances;
how that the fifty dollars i'm that pocket
book was all that she had, save the little
cottage which she was quite sure she
could never, never sell. She supposed,
| buOuSu, SIG nave W ~ AWAY
from Brent, there was nothing she could
do othere-indeed, she did not know what
she could do anywhere. 1t made. her
sick and giddy to, think of 1t, as she did
sometimes. through such. long, long
nights that seemed as ifSthey never
would end. '''<t -t'st lt--
He was standing beside her, and, with
a sudden impulse which he could not re-
sist, he touched her hair tenderly with
his hand. ~ TTr
"Poor little GIRL" he said, s'if 1 only
could help youp'
A painful flushdyed her forehead, and
she stammered:
'.I am not soliciting charity, only
told you because-because, well, don't
know why, unless it was because /
couldn't helpiit.'' tI
''You misunderstood me-" he said,
hastily, his own face flushing. "Let me
tell you what l meant. But in order to
do so shall have to touch upon an un-
pleasant subject. / had not Intended
telling you, as find you know nothing
which can throw any light OH the mat.
ter. :" She had been -sensfbfs Of 1t before
but it flashed suddenly through hel
mind how his cautious Inquiries had
unconseiously led her to revelation ol
her circumstances. her thoughts, u and
| hCl AOClAhSSs INub HC lOSuhlCu
"You know that there had been ali es.
arrangement between your father~and his
brother, Dane Hargrave ?" e" % -'a-
go yes; father spoke of it very freely
to me. l think: he regretted it very
much, and would gladly have sought
reconciliation, but Uncle Dane woult
give him no epportunity."N F'.H ~
'EYes, l know. But do you happe1
to know The origin of the difficulty !? d'b
b it didup to four weeks ago..
"I think there was some opposition t
my mother, she said, IN a low. voice, a
if disliking to speak,of it.YgyS AT
"That was your grandfather's caprice
l have heard that Story scores of timed
And yet, if remember rightly, tn
breach was nearly, healed when h
died.'' - -
eyes; at least pepai so thought anti
after the reading,of the.will, which dis
inherited him. I don't know, but
always judged that was1thei beginnin
OF the estrangement-"
"Exaetly. Well, will tell you wha
| started toto explain why, 7 said
Mr.. HargEave the lastsAoaFs ofhislift
and witnessed the strange anxiety Il
manifested to see your father, IL b
could haze seen him. / am convinced th;
you would not have to leave Brent b,
cause of poverty, at least: There ws
something to be forgiven-some wron
he had done your father, the memory
which haunted his dying moment
| can, of course, only conjecture. /
character for he held to she hope 1eh
your father would come until he w;
too far gone to reveal lit to any one els
even if he woulth But Fthere@waS or
thing-and i don't mind saying NOV
that hoped you might hold some cl,
to it, and that isrwhygI came in-th
has perplexed and Haunted me ev
since. 1t was just before he died, ar
he could only speak with difficulty.
was alone with him when Jhe asked q
how many minutes he could live. Upt
my naming a very brief period he G.
claimed, L must tell somebody!
promised not to, but Iseannot dieC wi
this on my soul. have written o
the whole .story-tells Walter he, w
IS find it in--in---ss He could get
further, but, tried to point, ] though
toward the hall. His wife came in, al
~ he lived but a few moments, and on
speaking once more somel loving Wo
... to her. .4ttt.-' -i>' 10 :