Huntington advertiser. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1874-1921, 1874-08-13

an eternal farewell. In vain l cried
aloud for her to hear before she con-
demned me, but she would not listen
! to my prayers of agony and despair.
She believed that l had meant to de-
ceive her. Heaven knows | had,
for could / lay bare to her the
lStygian horrors of my bosom? You
know it now-you did not know it
then-why no debauch was too great
for me, and no sin too heavy for me
to bear. l revelled in wickedness as
an elysium of rest, so that drowned
dull gnawing care. / cared not to
what resource l should apply. In
your gentle care for me, you tried to
woo me from it all, never guessing
the great gulf my own acts had made
bctween~lifc and hope. You went
away, and | had no one left to love
or care for me. Think, if you can,
of the blackness that followed, and
then turn away into the remembrance
of your own life's sunshine, and pity
me. 1t was much to me that you
was beyond the sight and knowledge
of my woe. l married Mary Living
stone. / drifted mechanically into
this marriage, rs / did into every
thing else. She loved me well, but,
alas! she had no power to turn my
course from evil things, and mayhap
God took her early to himself IN kind
mercy. l do not know: | think !
was kind to her, at least humane and
gentle, but never tender. She had
loved me singly and entirely, but she
was weak, and only a loving, gentle
woman. May the earth lie lightly
above her and the heart whose love
WIS its greatest fault, and pain, and
disappointment. Stella Knight had
never married, and [ had never ceased
to love her, albeit | had cursed her
in my heart thousand times in my
despair. What more have | to tell
you? You have won the love Of
your fair English BRIDE, and how
could you, with Gods sunshine above
YOU, understand the Plutonian depths
in which l have groped-an inheri-
tancc defilcd and black with many
crimes. There is a corner in my
heart for you, my boy, where no cob
webs have ever grown, and when you
have mind, come to it, but for all
time to come the book Of my life is
scaled. For the sake Of our old love
days together, we will have q cigar,
and then | must away to the Society
of Arts, of which | am chief and cen
tire, and when you wcary-if such a
thing could be-of your bonny brides
sweet prattle, remember III always
welcome you right kindly here
X X K X X * X X x
The months rounded into years,
and ] had been across the seas to that
fair English cline from WHENCE my
Alice came. Life had smiled upon
me, and but few shadows had drift
across my sky.
/ came again into the old city, and
sought my friend, between whom
and myself no word had passed for
full five years. / found bin after
much search. and like a beam of glo-
rious sun light he seemed to me, with
q halo of exquisite peace on his broad
white brow. Hooked the amazcmcnt
| felt, but marvcllcd not long when
he told nc the sequel Of his i'll star
red life. lie had been well nigh un-
to death and the judgment Of God
he had so madly scorncd. He had
not lifted up his voice in prayer, nor
cared for the consolation Of the spirit.
TO the poor broken shining human
soul, came the graious carc Of wo.
mans devotion, and soul was saved
through the agency ola storw-tosscd
love that had never faltcrcd. He was
n husband now and Stella Knight,
the guardian angel ofhis last estate
was by his side, to AID by her care
the brighter shining Of the lamp,
that he now delighted to keep trim
med ard burning before the altar OF
his perfect peace.
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