Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1874-10-15
business bouse. Three wears AGO Raw

came here and made us q visit of over
two months, returning to Europe. he
travels constantly, restlessly. Come
with me while I get his room ready,
and will tell you more about him."
He ia not rich," she said, "but he
earns enough to live upon by writing
for some of the leading journals. Alone
in the world, since we have had home
he leaves many of his valuables with
us, fearing to lose them if he takes
them with him. You must never betray
me, but will show you a box he left
the last time he was here, that / am to
destroy if he dies abroad"
As she spoke, Marion opened cabi-
net and took out small box, which she
unlocked with key she took from her
own pocket.
In this box were few small parcels.
One, an envelope, held a photograph
of O grave, tall white marble shaft,
and upon it
"HELEN GRAHAM WELLEs,
aged t,centy."
My heart seemed to stop. Tearing
open the next package, / saw the silk
purse, with the initials II. G.. in milk
white beads upon4he green ground.
1 must have tainted, for the next
thing remember was the touch of cold
water on my face, and Marion looking
anxiously at me.
sob, Helen I" she cried, EDO for
give me / never noticed the name on
the tombstone. No wonder you faint
ed"
"She was my cousin" 1 said, and
again deathly faintness held me silent
She was engaged to Ray" said Ma
rion, "and died while he was in Eu-
| rope. My husband was with him when
he saw her death in the paper. He
says he never saw such intensity of sor-
row. Ray gave up his business. and
joined party going to Africa. When
he was here, three years ago, he went
to Cincinnati and visited her grave,
bringing home this picture"
$50 near me and I unconscious I So
faithful and 1 ignorant ! Oh, Godfrey |
Godfrey
"You call him Ray ?" said.
Mr.. Lancelles always called him So
His name is Raymond-Godfrey Ray
mond. Did your cousin tell you?"
told her of the error, and she actu-
ally wept, too, to think of the long
years of sorrow and sepai ation we had
suffered. She made me lie down, and
fused about me as if had had q fit of
illness.
The next day she insisted on me put
ting off my black dress, and dressed me
herself In white, with pale violet rib
bons. She arranged my hair, my dress,
to suit herself. and then she whispered /:
Godfrey Raymond came last night.
We have told him all. and he is waiting
in the sitting room for you"
/ went down trembling. Had his
heart been true as mine? Was l so
changed that he could not recognize his
old love? Should l know the dear face
1 never hoped to see again All these
questions pressed upon my heart as
opened the door of the sitting room.
A tall figure, bearded face, pale as
death, but Godfrey's face, loving, ten
der and true, were before me. One mo-
ment, and every doubt vanished. He
was mine, as he had been ten years ago.
One clasp of his hand, one cry from his
aIu tuc years VI CcPd-
ration melted away, like the dream of a
night.
We have been married nine long
years, and live in our own home at Wal
nut Hill; but Godfrey travels yet, low
ing a rowing life, while 1 accompany
him at home or abroad There are no
children In our home, but We do not
miss them, 1 having no love that is not
all my husbands, he caring for no affec-
ton but mine. We try to do good out
of our vast wealth, keeping a charity
fund ever in active circulation, and
never closing heart or purse to those
poorer than ourselves.
Long ago my husband burned the
photograph OF the grave over which he
had dropped bitter tears but he still
keeps and cberishes the green purse /
knitted so long ago for a keepsake.