The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-08-18

made life very sweet to me. 1 never knew
what it was before to have friend who
cared for the same things cared for and
no one else was ever SO gentle to me as
you have been. I did not know how much
you were to me until you spoke Of going
away. want love more than want any
other earthly thing but do not think
this IS love which we feel for each other
You pitied me because you saw that my
life was sappointment--tlIat was love-
ly, and unreconciled to my fate but do
not believe you would have chosen me out
OF world full Of women, if you had found
me free and happy. AS for what feel for
you-but will not talk about that-I have
my duty to do. And then did love my
husband first. If he had loved me in the
way l once fancied that he did, should
have gone on feeling the same for him for
ever. And l know l could love him even
now, if he cared to be again my lover. In
any case, will be true to him. l will not
make myself unfit to meet my dead father
and mother again in Heaven. do believe
that you would be faithful and tender, but
your best tenderness could not console me
if had lost for your sake my own soul
and 1 should grow old, and sad, and be
burden to you presently"
81 think not--I think never p Waring
cried, passionately. 80, Carrie (! I could
make you happy"
Not in despite of God," she said, slow
ly and then she turned away.
Standing still in the shadow, her hus-
band watched her go upstairs, and then he
stole ,noiselessly out-of.doors, for he was
wise enough not to go to her.
What in him was really true, and noble,
and worthy of womans loving, came out
now, as never before. He looked straight
into his own heart, with eyes which tried
TO be as just as the justice of Heaven.
He did not stop to blame Hugh Waring,
as hotter-tempered man might have done.
He understood just how Carries sad, sweet
face, and lonely seeming life, had touched
the mans heart, and so forgave him, even
for the rashness which would have made
bad worse.
As for Carrie herself, he seemed to have
only now began to love her at all. He
opened his eyes and saw what he had been
doing when he took into his keeping this
mere girl, this young creature whose nat
ural ailment was love, and then deliberate
ly starved her--expected her to be as self
contained and independent as his mother
had been. How reckless he had been
throwing away his pearl of great price =
But what if it were not altogether too late
for him to recover it2 She had loved him
once-she had said that she could love
him, even now, if he cared again to be her
lover. Did he not care His pulses be-
gan to throb, very much as if he were not
an old young man. If love, tender and
patient, could win her back, she should yet
be more his own than ever, please Heaven.
He would never pain her, he resolved, by
telling her what he had heard. If ever she
felt near enough to him again to confde in
him, her confidence should come unforced
and unsought, But he would use every
power which God had given him to make
her happy. He would not be too proud to
knock again at her hearts door; would
any tender voice ever bid him enterP''
AT last he saw from the covert where he
stood, with eyes grown used to the dark
ness, Hugh Waring come out and walk
rapidly down the path, as if trying to es-
cape from himself. Then he went into the
house, lit a.light, and looked at the clock.
It was midnight now, at last he would
90 upstairs to his wife, He found her ly-
ing, with white, still face, upon the scarce
ly winter pillow. he knew that she was not
asleep but he saw that she wished him to
think her SO, and respecting her wish, he
got into bed silently.
The next day, making some excuse of
just receiving letters, Hugh went away
For one moment, just before he left, he
managed to see Mrs. Hannaford alone,
though she had carefully avoided him all
the morning
"Do bid you good-by foreverP P' he
asked, looking into those sad, entreating
eyes of hers which had wrought his woe.
al think that is best" she said, gently,
"unless you can come back as much my
husbands friend as mine"
He bent over her hand, and left on it the
kiss he had never dared to press upon her
lips.
81 want to tell you that you have done
right. You have refused me the only
thing cared for in life. You have sent
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