The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1873-07-18

yet" and bis voice choked with
sobs. -
By a tremendous exercise Of his
will, Robert mastered himself, and
said:
"Do not wait, father, what Is itY'
Read this" And be held out the
few lines sent by roy father.
lie read them aloud in a mechaDi.
cal way: "1n1ie IL dan0er0usly III.
zoe fear for the tcorst."
And then be said, as calmly as IL Ie
were talking OF an every day affair,
"There is train from the Putnam
branch at IL; will you tell me what
time IL is now--I don't know what
ails my eyes but connot see."
at is fifteen minnts after 10. / will
go with YOU
Thanks, / will be ready IN mo.
mant," and he walked up 20 bis room.
Do the dead ever mourn for the
living? | can only say / never knew
what pain was until saw tho man /
loved suffer because Of my death.
Can thoy whom we love with all onr
souls be happy in the other world,
when our heart is full OF misery here?
Nay, / do not believe it. Though
the very heavens SHINE on them with
all the dazzling spicndor Of our Gods
abode; though angels voices fills the
air with sweetest chorus though life
and death, and things past and things
10 come, have ceased 70 be o part OF
them, yet believe the voice of their
loved ones sorrowing, will pierce
through heaven itself, and cause them
20 mourn with their earthly loves.
followed him 10 his room; saw
him throw himself down, aud heard
him whisper to himself, Dead
Dead And never knew. perhaps,
how well l loved her never knew
how great my love was for her.
Dead I oh, my God, have pity
Annie, my love, Annieg'
Let me pass over this. The liv-
ing man endured no greater agony for
bIs dead love, than her spirit bore
for him, as she watched it all. Could
n thousand years Of torment have
been given for one moment. in which
to tell him of the love bore him,
for one kiss Of his lips on mine, /
would gladly have exchanged them.
He gave but a few brief moments
TO his grief, and then hastened down
stairs and took his fathers arm to
the carriage. / left them there, and
in a moment was in the room at
home where my body was lying,
found they had prepared it for the
grave, bat in place of dressing it in
white, they had put on my prettiest
dress. As ! looked on the body "
ing there, / could but pity myself
for dying 80 young, and with the
same feeling of pity / would have
given for some young friend.
Father and mother were together
sitting with me, and their hearts had
left the woman lying on bed the be-
fore them, and had gone back 10 the
little child she had been. Poor
fatherl Poor motheri Their one
eve lamb taken from themi Already
they had begun to find comfort in
the thought, that We should yet be
together in another world. / pitied,
as / listened TO them, during the
long hours that slowly passed away
till morning broke. Shortly after,
we heard steps on the walk, and
then the voice OF Roberts father.
We FASTENED down stairs. There
was o low greeting. and then the
four were sitting in q circle and
talking in low tone. They had
learned, at the station, OF my death.
Roberts father did oil the ques-
tioning; Robert himself hardly speak
ing until, when the father had
finished q history Of the week, he
asked:
"Was she unconscious all the
timer"
"Yes, all the time. She fell in my
arms, as l opened the door to search
for her, crying, 'Ohl papaF and then
she tainted"
"Then she never knew of my lover"
"No. The letter came the day
that she died"
All were silent awhile, and then it
was Robert who spoke:
"Can l see herfp
"Had you not better strengthen
yourself little first, my son, You
are doing too much"
II am able to bear it, father"
Mother led the way to my room.
I was there before them. She had
taken Roberts hand and led him to
the bed, and then she kissed him
and stepped back.
He folded his arms, and stood
there looking into the dead face, with
all his soul in his eyes. Not word
escaped him, not q muscle moved,
not o nerve trembled. The others
stood as silent and motionless rs he,
but followed him with loving, pity
ing eyes. At last-after what had
seemed long tima-he turned, and
said in q voice so calm that it made
them tremble for him:
"Will you please leave me alone
with her?'
After they were gone, it was many
minutes before he moved, but great
drops of sweat were falling from his
face. At last, with unutterable ten
derness, he took my hand in his.
and then bent down, and kissed
them. At this, all his self control
gave way, and he threw himself on his
knees beside me, and showered on
my body every tender word he could
use. He kissed my hands, my face,
my hair: he told me of his great love,
called me by name thousand times,
called me "his own" ''his love,
"his strength" sthis life" -
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