The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1874-10-30


presence. It had been my cousin
care to tell me of all his wishes and
tastes, and tried to repay his love for
me by filing daughters place in every
way. But after these two years have
described, Godfrey's letters ceased.
Again and again steamers came in, and
no letter came to me. I wrote to vari-
GUS points where he had been, and re-
ceived no answer. Finally my uncle
wrote to the house in whose employ he
travelled. They sent an immediate an
swer:
Mr.. Raymond had resigned his
place, and had gone with an exploring
party to Central Africa.
That was ALL IF he had found an
other love he did not bid the cid one
farewell. Without word or sign he
went from my life.
Six years passed away, and my step
father died. In his will he restored to
me my fathers property. nearly doubled
| by successful investments. [ was in
different to wealth when it came to me.
My uncle supplied every want, and had
willed his property to me, but he was
! glad that my lost inheritance came back
to me, from his own sense OF justice.
In the six years had lived at Walnut
| Hill had gone into society, had read
and leaving no spare time for sorrowful
meditation. had suitors, made friends,
! but the heart that 1 had given Godfrey
would not open for new love. False or
true, Godfrey was the one love of my
life, and would have no other.
| I was twenty-eight years old, and ten
years had elapsed since my first meet
ing with Godfrey, when my uncle's
death once more threw me on the world
alone. With all his wealth added to
my own, was without one living rela-
tive, and strangely desolate. 1 never
made intimate friends, and my home
became hateful to me.
left it in the care of housekeeper,
and with one paid companion, Mrs.
Lee, I returned to my old home, New
York, for a visit. In the hotel where I
took suit of rooms met one of my
old schoolmates. She had been one eff
the few who had visited me when I was
earning my living at sewing machine,
and had given me her dresses to make ;
so we met cordially.
"You must come home with me y
she urged. 81 am married, you know,
; and my husband has home at Nyack-
on-the-Hudson. We have two little
, girls and baby boy. I am only here
on shopping excursion, and going back
? tomorrow, You must go with me.
r She was very cordial, and when hel
5 husband, Mr.. LaEcelles, was introduced
: to me, he added his entreaties to those
l of his wife, and I was easily persuaded
? to make visit to Nyack. Here, Marion
: p1ayfully overhauled my wardrobe, ant
s made me alter and change to her taste
t "You look about twenty-five or three
4 though know you are older" she sait
e to me, tand you dress like fifty Yo1
. | ,ek Lot -
= So my dresses were hounced ant
e trimmed, soft lace relieving the deel
}. black I had worn since my uncle
It death my hair was crimped, and Ma
S rion fused over me as if 1 was one O
: her own little girls.
;. had been six weeks at Nyack, whe,
y the little girl told ne one morning, wit
e the appearance of imparting weight
n tidings, that Uncle Ray was comm
home, and few minutes after Mario
te came to my room.
20 't We are to have company" she sale
in Your brother ?''
So the children have told you
TO They call him Uncle Ray, but he is nc
~ a relative. He is an intimate friend c
as Mr.. Lancelles. They were at schoc
v together, and for years in the sam
ID business house. Three years ago Ra
ly came here and made US visit of owe
it. two months, returning to Europe. e
travels constantly, restlessly. Com
a with me while I get his room ready
a and will tell you more about him.
er ''He is not rich, !" she said, ''but b
earns enough to live upon by writin
ur for some of the leading journals. Alor
Is, in the world, since we have had q hon
to he leaves many of his valuables wit
ID us, fearing to lose them if he tax,
st, them with him. You must never betrs
5Iy me, but will show you box he le
er the last time he was here, that I am
ng destroy if he dies abroad"
nd AS she spoke, Marion opened cal
of net and took out small box, which 81
unlocked with key she took from b
tt own pocket.
ed In this box were few small parcel
er, of a grave, tall white marble shai
IS, and upon it
er- @ "HELEN GRAHAM WEnLEs,
.eP Aged taOe9aty."
Ny heart seemed to stop. Tearil
i'm open the next package, saw the 81
mt purse, with the initials III. G. in mil
ler white beads upon the green ground.
1 must have tainted, for the ne
nd thing I remember was the touch of CT
zen water on my face, and Marion looki
he anxiously at me.
,he ''Oh, Helen 70 she cried, ''Do f,
give me l never noticed the name
to the tombstone. No wonder you fail
ed"
ar "She was my cousin" I said, a
sr's again deathly faintness held me silel
The &c She was engaged to Ray" said N
to. rion, ttand died while he was In z
ad- rope. My husband was with him VIII
ves he saw her death in the paper.
he says he never saw such intensity of 81
nst row. Ray gave up his business. a
onr joined party going to Africa. VII
for he was here, three years ago, he we
90 to Cincinnati and visited her gra'
2 bringing home this picture
an So near me and unconscious
= a faithful and ignorant Oh, Godfre
Ia Godfrey r'
on s'You call him Ray ?" said
: ., "Mr Lancelles always called him
rms His name is Raymond-Godfrey r
,wn mond. Did your cousin tell you ?'
me I told her of the error, and she &C
i'm ally wept, too, to think of the lc
years of sorrow and separation we L
suffered She made me lie down, 6
10. lor fused about me as if I had had a fit
O1o illness.