The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-06-30

! separated forever from that happiness
which had seemed so near.3
He spraug up and rushed to the door
there was no collected thought in his soul,
only longing for death, mad desire to
look once more upon her face; it seemed
as if fate would have done with him then,
that destiny would be appeased.
At the door he met Mr.. James, who
started at the sight of that face which was
so contracted by despair, that those mo-
ments seemed almost to have done the
work of years.
GAN is ready" he said, "your servant
will follow to Havre with your baggage"
" Ready" he repeated, mechanically,
"readyP"
Mr. James took flask from the table
and poured out a glass of wine.
"Drink this" he said, sit will bring
you to yourself little.
William drained it at draught, and
allowed himself to be led down stairs and
placed in the carriage without resistance.
All that night they were speeding away,
the moan of the steam whistle sounding in
the ear Of the sufferer, and seeming to his
excited fancy like the cry of fend. When
morning came they had entered Havre, the
quaint, old city, and drove away toward
the steamer.
An hour after, they were out upon the
blue waves, and William Sears was strain
ing his eyes to catch a last sight of the
land, where he had found and lost all of
happiness that heaven itself had power to
bestow upon him on this side of the grave.
n
Catharine sat in her room after the de-
parture of Sears and that dreaded man,
until the night gathered about her with its
solemn gloom. She knew what awaited
her, and sat there stunned by the unexpect-
ed blow.
Janet Browns voice aroused her.
" In the dark, mistress, and alone. l
have just got in, the young gentleman is
gone p
"Gone?" she repeated, springing up.
ooh, Janet, come with me--come with
me ~
The astonished woman threw shawl
over her and followed her mistress into the
street. They hurried in silence to Sears
lodgings-it was too late-he had left a
few moments before - whittier no one
knew.
What mattered it where ?--he had gone
from her-he knew all-he despised and
forsook her!
She reeled and fell into arms of her
woman.
"Take me back, Janet, take me back
and let me die ~
4 "Mistress-mistress ~
"Don't speak, Janet--don't comfort me
it is death this time-oh it is death.p
So the dream ended-the bright, beau
tiful dream, which had seemed SO glowing
and SO real The one lying mute and un-
conscious in that sickness which was like
death, the other away upon the deep, dark
sea, and between those parted souls flow
ing gulf deeper and darker than the
oceans treacherous waves, a gulf which
neither might cross to claim thai happiness
which bad been so suddenly snatched from
their grasp.
The voyage came to an end length
Sears arose slowly and went on deck, his
step feeble, like one recovering from recent
illness, and his pale face looking sorrow
fully haggard and worn. Mr.. James ap-
preached him with some words of pleasure
at his improved appearance, but William
could only bow his head in reply that
mans presence filed him with an indie
scribable pang, which he strove in vain to
subdue. No farther explanation had pass
ed between them-William desired none
if there were grief and wrong he would
not know it-let that past be buried along
with his own, and the weight of their adj
ded ashes lie upon his heart until their
chill pressed life slowly out el
"My house is shut up,'' Mr.. James said,
after giving some orders to the servant
$50 win drive with you to hotel, IL you
please. An hours rest will set you up
again, and then would like to persuade
you out into the country"
William submitted passively--anything
rather than being obliged to exert his own
will He followed him off the vessel, and
they drove away to the hotel William lay
down upon the bed in the room to which
he was shown, not sleeping, but too utterly
worn out to make the slightest unavoidable
exertion.
Late in the afternoon, the servant came