Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1873-07-19
count for taste? She might find her

count for taste? She might find her
mate.
Albert Trevor ate his breakfast
in silence, and then left the house
and did not return until evening,
and never in all his life had he pass
ed so miserable a night and day.
No, he could not endure thss; he
must leave. So he told Libby that
he was going away on business; that
he would leave the keys Of the house
with her until he or Mrs. Trevor
/ would return. Meanwhile she
should remain with her mother,
and occasionally visit the house and
keep things in order, and her wages
would be confined as usual. Then
he made arrangements with his part
ner, packed his trunk, started on his
Tourney, and did the most impru-
dent thing in the world-he went to
sigh and brood over his vanished
loye-dream and wounded pride at
the spot where had been happiest;
for who knows not that sorrows
crown is remembering happier
times?
Albert left his home and its famil-
lar objects to find rest and oblivion.
To win this he followed step by step
the same route he had passed over
scarcely six months ago, when his
wife of few days was clinging to
hisarm.
And is it strange that his heart
found no rest? Only an intense
longing possessed him, as month
after month passed on, for the wo-
man that was the happiness Of his
LIE.
One of those mornings when the
heart is opened by the loving hand
/ Of Nature, when the blood courses
more joyous through the veins, he
sat in brooding melancholy, gazing
out on the misty bay, and above the
! swelling sub-base of the waves he
thought to hear the voice that was
all music. He started to his feet.
'Kate is calling me-" he murmur-
ed, 81 will go to her. / cannot re-
sist the passionate longing; guilty
er not, it is she who possesses my
soul. must go to her."
One day q week later, Mrs. Jones
started nervously to her feet as the
wire bell sharply reverberated.
''My goodness what's the mean
ing of this?" she CALCULATED, as she
hurriedly answered the summons.
E'It is Albert.''
"Where is Kate?" was his saluta-
ton.
81 am SO glad you have come, AL
BERT" Mrs. Jones said joYfulIy, |
'EKate said you were coming. But
not so loud-keep quiet, please;
Kate must not be agitated, or She"
"Oh heavenl what is II? Don't
keep me in suspensel Haven't /
been tortured enough? What is the
matter with Kate?" he exclaimed, |
with q sudden, healthy alarm in |
his face.
''My dear Albert this is needless
alarm-an is well. Kate is very
weak, and must not be excited. Go |
to her quietly; she is in her room; be
gentle at -"
He did not wait to hear more, but |
flew up the stairs, gently opened the
door, and stood IN the room so fam
liar to him. but it was changed
now.
But he had no eyes for the rosy
waif nesting there. With throb- |
biRg heart he neared the bed where
Kate was lying among the Snowy
pillows, the brown curls floating
around her face, paler and thinner
than when last he saw it, but the
great brown eyes, radiant with love
and happiness shining upon his.
"Oh beloved, knew you would
come, l knew you would not forget
me-that we are inseparable. See
our child-our son."
But who can describe the perfect
bliss of such q meeting-a bliss that
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touch lips?
Ye who have suffered-Who, after
separation and grief have found
only ye can understand their mex
pressible joy.
Later, when Albert sat near the
bed, with one arm clasping mother
and child, Kate said, mischievously:
"Albert, l will now explain the
cause of all our misery. L smoked
that cigar"
"You smoked?"
eyes Albert, and for that inno-
cent misdeed you sent me away.
You see, Albert, was not very well
then, and had all kinds of silly
craving and PASSIONS" she said,
smiling and blushing. "That after
noon Ifound the cigar where you
had left it, in the bookcase. con-
ceived sudden desire to smoke it,
and smoke it / did, and as l was
contentedly putting away you came,
and you know what followed"
'But my ewn love, why did you
not tell me this at the timer"
''I tried to tell you, Albert, but
you would let me-"
"Forgive me this once, my pre-
cious wife, my Heaven sent treas
uTe, and L will never doubt you
again." he said, drawing the lovely
being to his breast.
"I have nothing 10 forgive" she
said, amid his kisses, ''for 1 love
you"
With their child, the flower and
| pledge of generous nature, and
cherishing God, with love tried and
purified, ineonceivably happy, they
gaze down the bright vista of their
welded future.