Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1873-09-11

choly, fearing he had altogether lost
his wife's love. Silently he moved
about the house thinking how to cure
the evil but no idea occurred to him !:
so at noon he went out of the village
and loitered carelessly through the
fields. The rich, ripe corn waved like
a golden lake, and the birds sang
sweetly enough, but his heart was full
of sorrow. In the distance stood the
Old Dreaming Beach, queen of the for
est 1t lowered towards heaven. 1t
seemed to beckon him with its green
waving branches to come nearer like a
good old frien1. He went and sat
down beneath its shade, thinking of
days gone by. Five years had passed
since he poor miserable wretch, had
rested there for the first time, and
dreamt that pleasant dream. How
pleasant ! for it had lasted nve years,
and now-all gone! all gone for ever
and ever.
Then the beech began to rustic
again, as it had done five years ago
and to move its mighty branches and
as they moved there fell, as then, the
golden slittering sunlight across its
leaves, and through the boughs peeped
ever and anon the deep blue sky. Then
his heart grew calmer and he slept.
Soon he dreamt the dream again of
five years ago. The woman at the IA
bic and the little children at their play
but now the faces were the faces of his
own dear wife and children. and she
looked at him with her large brown
eyes so kindly, all 50 kindly. And
then he awoke, and found il was only
dream More sorrowfGl than before.
he broke ofa small twig from the tree.
and went home and placed i; IA his
hymn-book.
The next day was SUNDAY ami a.
they went to church the leave. fen ont
at the wife's feet. He turned scarlet
as he stopped % pick them o. AMI put
them into his pocket. but the wif. hlI
seen Il and asked what II VA.
"only leaves from the Dreamin
Beech, which j. much kinder o. ine ,ban
you are. Yesterday was resting h,-
meath Il AMI fcll asleep. Il wished 10
console me, for drcamt that ,ou W,r,.
Kind 70 me again. and hal forgiven
everything but il Is not true. The
good old beach, though il /, a noble
tree, knows nothing about tie future"
The wife gazed at him, and it was
as II ray of sunshine had crossed
her face.
Husband, did you dream that
es, he answered positively.
And she knew it was the truth. ~
The twitchlnS about bis. mouth. lihg
his tears.
II was really your wife
Really my own true wife," and she
fell on his neck, and half sutrocateI
him with kisses.
Thank God :" She said, NOW it IS
all right again, love you 50 dearly,
how dearly YOU can never know. And
all these long weary days have been
in such dread, lest | was wrong in low
ing you, and that God meant me to
have another husband, and you anoth-
er wife !. for you certainly did steal my
heart you bad man and there was de-
cepiion at iirst-yes YOU stole my
heart, but it did not do you much
good, for you know things must have
happened just as they did, whether We
would or no" Then, after pause,
she continued:
Promise me never to speak slight
lngiy Of the Dreaming Beech again"
u never will, for | believe in it As
much as you do, depend upon it, though
IN different way, perhaps. And now
let Us paste the leaves in the beginning
OF our hymn book SO they may not be
lost"