The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1874-08-06

- - 'eu some very nasty stories, quite
Dau enough for even the best society to
s@alIo9W, and George Wettemore conse-
dusSnsly became judge and remained
!Iee up TO the present time. He was
M ioS sweet man by any means. He
;J1eL ;-tu ieu young ladies' or married ladies
10 ~ 70 cosy corners, and WHISPERED tender
Snlngs into eager ears, but be was roucb
sought after nevertheless, and no one
could accuse him of favoritisYn. and
slter awhile the stories died and the
!udge became moral man, % if not a
ana the years passed on, as old time
mas habit of casting them behind him
~ in5o that vast ocean OF the past, leaving
the bitter scraps of memory along the
wayslde called experience.
MISS Harrington had one of These
hnried at her as she entered the "VorIx
ers' room.
Seated before her writing desk in her
own home she was vainly trying to over
come the pain.
Hot, sore tears fell on the letter be-
iore her, obscuring the writing. but she
knew every word. They had been in
dellbly fixed in her heart for wears.
They had cheered her dark and lonely
lite, that her woman's pride had forced
upon her. A hundred times had that
seeming cold and stately old maid
pressed them to her lips in passionate
love. crying
g Darling, my darling 70
and yet the writer and been passed
with cold bow, and been in the same
company with her many, many tines.
and she greeted him with perfect in
difference.
Her love was undying, and her sor-
70" was secret for she was & woman:
Judge Wettemore was i'll ; the doc
tor said he had no hope.
Judge Wettemore said something to
the doctor, and that gentleman drove
with all speed to Miss Harrington's
cottage. In a few moments he drove
back again with that lady at his side.
He led her to the sick mans door,
and softly closed himself out-stand-
ing, or walking guard in the hall, with
a curious face under his white hair.
"Ollie, Ollie. At last you forgive ?"
Almost tottering with the intensity of
her emotion, towards the sick man she
turned. One little moment and the
years were wiped out his head was
resting over her weary, hungry heart,
the resplendence Of her eloquent face,
giving him the longed for answer.
WnCu TIC QOBtOE 6uBGEGd Inc room
again he received another commission,
and before another day was passed. old
mother Grundy was in highest glee,
telling her extensive family the news.
Judge Wettemore and Miss Har-
ringtcn are married u
Widow Menken knew all about it.
Judge WettemOre got well ; the doc
tor couldn't help it he said it was not
his fault.
When the new made husband was
we'll enough to travel, he took his wife
to the city, and they went to the ceme-
terry and stood beside little mound,
and she took some tear-dimmed letters
and made an altar of the grave, and
burnt them.
Some portion of their contents may
interest the reader.
"Would you cruelty sacrifice two
lives for an indiscretion, where the sin
was not premeditated, and the blame as
much on the other side / was not
myself-the other party designedly
| placed themselves at the mercy
of wine-mad boy. Ollie, have
mercy on me. I love you beyond even
God, beyond every thing on earth or my
souls salvation. 1 have made what
atonement was in my power. With
this terrible lesson before me do you
nOb % AlN6 me, Wucl l. b6tl you Luy bAAA5
are of the past. Within mothers grave
haunting me sleeping or waking will 1
ever forget again or place myself at the
mercy of the tempter? God hear me,
NO.
"Ollie, my pure darling, do not turn
| from the repentent."
"George Wettemore-Do you dare
cast the burden of your degradation on
| the woman Poor despisable Adam, If
! there was but the least pity IN my soul
for you, this attempt to Tighten your
| crime at the expense of your unhappy
companion would xii it. Our life is
apart. Never dare insult me with re-
/ newal of your proposals. Yourself and
your future are dead to me. l despise
you, destroyer of innocence, let this be
| your answer.
What a queer contradiction a wo-
mau is.
Miss Harrington, or rather Mrs.
/ Judge Wettemore, never thought 1t nee
essaTy to inform the community that
she had a particular-if painful--lnter-
est in the little founding she took m
der her protection, or that she had the
waif brought into the village, or that
the secret of its pareutage belonged to
her husband Judge Wettemore.
And still to love. though pressed with i'll,
| In wintry age to feel no chill,
With me, is to be lovely still
My Mary -