Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1874-10-08

Two ar three yeas had passed since then.
and We hasa two babies. Such babies
[ viii not rhspsodisc; but it rosy ecsh.
aud rcuad csntours. and lovely limbs can
be called beauty. my girl and my boy
would win The frisss iu any show Of ha-
bies in the world t
Their mother 10 always playing with
them. She oficn puts her delicate, slcn.
der white hand under my baby giri's foot.
and the baby makes believe to stand on
il. What picture il 10! the pink toes,
and the dent in the round little ankle.
and the poorly instep. harmonise yet can-
trast 20 glSficusly With the taper fingers
and the blue-veined white Of that foaer.
like hand. Il is like rosebud laid on
white camel;a. She then holds up the
bahy-girl to ne. and kiss il before I 90.
My two-year old boy toddles after me and
gives me his chubby little fist to hold till
| get to the door. And 90 We live.
could not help. as l sat at my labors .
few days ago. recalling the picture Of the
motherly beauty aud womanly lovcliness
| had left at home How I wished all
womanhood could be typi6ed thus!
As | walked up and down the room
reading scratchy, scra~ly manuscript,
and fuu.bling over it in desperation. for
the ,iresome person who had sent it had
BY some ingenious carclessness muic,ed it
Of its last page. my thoughts few far and
wide. and By some association l cannot
explain. TIE pretty manuscript from the
youthful writer who had scut me no more
was recalled to me.
Uncon.cioasly the manuscript l held
faded from my mind. and the other was
present with me. wondered. what had
become Of hcr-had she written any more7
where and how was she7
Every moment became more and more
possessed with the memory. I felt for all
who seer.cd to have care and struggle in
their lives. l looked out the address to
which had written before. and wrote to
the unknown few lines. say that time
had passed Give years. almost. that the
youthful inexpcrieuce which had preven-
ted the paper which che had sent from be.
ing accepted must now be corrected. and
that should be glad and willing to see
anything clss she had written, if she had
written anything since then.
Within o few days, had an answer.
The writing was in fcigned hand. quite
unlike the round hesitatiug girlish hand
I had remembered. The words we're.
however as sweet aud innocent Is the first
had been.
Il, is 30 good Of you" ran the note.
'.to remember me. but I do net write
any more. am so happy. have such
a dear. kind. good, noble husband. [Oh.
these womauly exaggcrations. | thought.
as sat in my editorial chair. and such
darling babies. I wrote. for I wanted to
help my dear ones. but they have been
better helped BY others than I could ever
have helped them. God has given them
a bester friend than could be. If you
seek to know me. you shall do SO. If
when you 60 home you see woman with
q rose in her hand, hold out yours. you
viii know me-"
/ smiled at the romantic fervor OF this
reply. and faint desire arose that ms
wife and the writer Of that letter should
know each other, aud then l wen. on with
my supplying avocations.
As | went home. confess looked about
for . woman with . rose in ber hand. but
as might naturally be supposed. neither
in cabs nor omnibuses did such an appa-
rition manifest itself.
As l entered my own door gave an
impatient shrug at the idea Of having been
the subject Of foolish jest. But whom
did l see standing just within the .hresh-
old of my home my darling. with her
fair child-like face aud bright hair; love
and joy and youth crowning her with a
triple crown, and in her hand was rose
dear husband" che said. as kissed
her. Il think loved you from the mo-
ment ba1 your kind. iudulgent. thought
full note. had written that absurd lit
tie story. for sadly wanted little money
to pas for Gerald's return home at Christ
mas. to be with papa aud mamma. aud
l had foolish notion could write."
"And you were disappointed. my pet;
wha, savage I must have seemed"
:No; felt how foolish had been,
and cried heartily. but I thought you
good aud kind al the Same. Aud Ger
aid got home. too. and we had . happy
Christmas after all"
kissed her.
But are you never going to write 9
story for my magazine again 7"
II do no, know" she said. archly;
meanwhile. you can write ours if you like.