Northern Ohio journal. [volume] (Painesville, Ohio) 1872-1896, 1874-02-14
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@EWH HEY were married early in the
ATNN summer, and went to live in
N Loudon. Marjory had little
~s7N y fortune of her own; but nv
brother, through the situation he had
obtained, was sufficiently independent
to have married without it. They be-
gan life prosperously enough.
Both wished me to live with them {;
but 1 believe this is usually great mis-
take; that husband and wife are better
beginning life alone together. So
kept firmly to my school; though many
a time, when the noisy little lads were
gone, I sat by nv still fireside and
thought of theirs. .
Often I used to get Marjory's letters.
They were very frank and free. She
was freer with me even than with her
husband. She loved him so, it made
her afraid of hint.
The honeymoon letters were as happy
as bird singing in a May-bush. He
was so kind and SO tender over her, she
said, almost like mother or a sister.
He watched her every step; it made her
often wicked enough to feel glad she
was not strong, that she might have his
fond care perpetually around her. AS
for the joy OF being near him, doing lit
tie things for him, knowing that she
utterly and entirely belonged to him,
now and forever-there could be moth
ing like it in this world!
Love! that incomprehensible, wonder
full thing, Intangible as air, mere modi-
cum of which suffices to some excellent,
cold-blooded creatures, but which, to
others is the sole atmosphere in which
they live and move, without which they
suffocate and die-poor Mariory; love
was to her the very breath OF life. Be-
yond 1t was nothingness.
1t is a mournful thing, seeing we are
not yet angels, whose sole existence is
love, and that we have not yet arrived
at that angelic development which is
wholly satisfied with, and absorbed in.
the Love Divine; it is, say, very
mournful thing when any human being
is constituted thus.
At Christmas time AlWyn wrote to
me, Sister, you must come so !
packed UP my trunk for a month, and
went.
1t was the oldest thing imaginable for
me to be knocking at my brothers own
door, and to have to inquire in a formal
manner for Mr.. Reid Neither OF
them knew the precise hour of my COM
ing; so [ appeared at the new house as a
stranger. 1t was about five-their din
ner hour. l saw the cloth laid as
passed. From the drawing room floor
a figure came fiuttering-nay, flying
down.
'Alwyn! you are in capital time to-
day.
Then seeing me, the little mistress OF
| the house discovered her mistake, Hel
sisterly welcome was very fond-tear.
fully SO.
u am sure-if we had known-I am sc
sorry Alwyn is not here to meet you.'
Never mind; 1 dare say he will bt
home in a minute
oh, yes!' Her old monosyllables.
She frightened up, and busted herself
about me in thousand ways, as if she
| could not sufficiently impress upon MT
the sweet fact that now, and for always
| | had got sister.
1t was sweet-there could be nc doub
of it.
sisting on doing twenty little things
that never let anybody do for me be-
fore; to feel that 1 had a right to hel
love and care-that she was my OWL
property, my sister-my Alwyn's wife
Then we came aud sat down by tn,
| drawing-room fire, and | admired tn,
pretty house most indefatigably.
Nevertheless. conversation paused
tagged, sank into that lull which alway
oppresses those closely united, who
meeting after a long absence, durin,
which much has happened, haye so ma
ny things to say that they can not sa,
one.
Marjory's eyes wandered continuall
to the clock on the mantel-piecc.
you must not mind It, though, Char
lotte; 1t Is always too fast. Those pre-,
ty. French clocks rarely go we'll. Blu
Alwyu liked 1t. He has exquisite taste