The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1873-09-11
NO. Is.
ting to her for a better re-

Time passed on, and true to her pro-
mise, every day Isabel wrote to her lover,
always in the same toue-loving, en-
couraging, and predicting speedy success.
Scarcely had year gone by, when in
several ot the leading papers Of the time
appeared contributions from an unknown
author. The chosen themes and the style
suited the people. Soon came earnest
demands for the poets name but unfit
the cry was echoed across the great wa
ters was Edgar Lorraine's name given to
the world
Ere the three years years had passed,
Isabel wrote:
Come, my laErel. wreathed love"
She dreaded uo change in Edgar Her
own love had truly grown great How
eagerly she looked forward to his return
How endless seemed the days that passed!
At length he was coming. Far off she saw
| the well known FORM She could not sit
calmly aud wait. Down the garden walk
through the gate, and along the shaded
path, she few to meet him. So loving
was her greeting, that it could not have
failed TO WIZ warm response.
Con, for only one of those happy by
gone hours :" Isabel sighed. Aud then,
when she could bear it 70 longer, she de-
termined to know her husbands heart,
to bring cut what love was in it. She
could not complain Of neglect, he was
welcomed her approach-a quite pleasant
smile but the warmth was wanting, aud
Isabeps heart trembled as she remember
ed his words Are you not fearful my
love may wax cold?'
How earnestly she tried to melt the,
ice away How manGuvered to win
caress or loving word. "Kind, always
kind, but oh, so cold, )" she so6bcd.
Dressing, as she knew, used to please
him best, in soft feecy white, sprays of
green, ana bright scarlet berries in her
hair, aud looping the flowing robe, she
went forth to watch for his coming-in
the spot where be had won her and where
she had sent him from her, she waited
Her heart was throbbing wildly when
she saw him coming and called, Edgar
That tone should have awakened even
dead love the eager, pleading look in
her beautiful eyes have won at least
tender and approving look.
What is it, Isabel 2" he asked in the
same tone be bad always used since his
return-kjnd enough, but oh . the want
ing warmth. She must, she would re-
viye it.
Edgar, do sit down here for a while"
she said, making room beside her on the
rustic seat. "iow you used to love this
place. See, don't you remember you lik-
ed to see me dressed like this ? You
could always fx back my curls, with the
sprays, prettier than |"
He was looking at her in half-absen6
manner And she, with her soul in her
eyes, stood as if pleading for life. Ay,
aud so she was, for love was more than
life to her
Say, Edgar, DO tell me, is my hair
like you used to fix it, and the dress !'
ut is very pretty, dear. But | have
for gotten how | used to like it
She sank further back in the seat, her
lips tightly pressed, the bright color all
gone Then Edgar drew out paper,
opened it and began to read. A few
moments and he pointed to an article, and
held the paper nearer that she might see it.
1t was IA very excellent and just erf-
Time was when Isabel would have de-
vourcd every word with the keenest pleas
ure, bat that was past now.
Presently the tea bell sounded on the air.
Come" he said, rising, ~ am quite
hungry"
'She spraug up then, with flashing
eyes aud crimson cheeks.
Hungry :" she cried. "Hungry yes,
too am hungry! Why did You come
back to ne? Why did you make me
your wife, if you knew you could not
love me could not give me the food my
heart is perishng for? Why, why Z"
Isabel" he drew her back beside him
on the seat--"iet Us understand each
other, dear. | had no idea you were not
happy with me- Why did | marry you ?
Because love you, dear
She shook her hea! sadly.
"Not as you wish, perhaps. That love
was buried here years ago, Isabel. You
are standing on It's grave now and from its
ashes sprung the laurel tree. brought
you Il chaplet from its boughs, and believ-
ed, 10 wearing it, you would be happy
Don't grieve, my wife Believe ne, | am
happy in being with you, and nothing
would griere me SO much as losing you"
oh, that could call those other days!
would give wealth, fame, everything,
to call them back, aud with them the you
gave me them Isabel sobbed.
He drew her closer to him, pressed his
lips to hers, and said, gently:
ave will DO the best we can, Isabel
God grant that love may grow again
Who knows what the future may bring?"
In lsabel's heart hope is growing daily
stronger. God, ever loving, has given
her the promise Of tiny, but very power
full link, TO unite their love. Iu the
holiest of all positions she may, with their
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