Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1874-12-10
ONE OF MANY.

VNL MANI
am sitting by the open window ans
4ook1ng out upon the orchard, wher,
the trees stand laden with apple
ploems, whose delicate perfume float,
IL tins twilight air just as it did fou,
years ago tonight.
There IS nothing changed about this
OLD place, as 1 look upon its picture
now. There stands the stone-curbed
vel, over which the long sweep hangs
with It's dangling bucket, undiscovered
ana dippng water monotonously, Just
as ever: There Is Carlos kennel. and
Carlo himself is lying there, with his
nose upon his outstretched paws, and
Els eyes closed lazily; precisely thus
ne lay as looked out of this window four
years ago this hour. / can hear Kate
and Bess and Dick and Duke stamping
with their iron hoofs in the stables in
tie old red barn and over the top of
tEe same tree that bears the golden
sweets, peeps the wooden weather cock
on the roof of the hay-shed. The doves
have been flying in and ont of their
cotes over the wide door, for the mast
hour; and the swallows, not vet GONE
to sleep, are squeaking and chatterino
I'D the ewes overhead. There bangles
the swing under the oak. Yonder
comes Philip whistling up the road.
he Las changed no more In these four
years than II he were an image, instead
o. oelng. as he is, middle-aged serving
man Everything my eve rests ON is
Just the same-just the same. wisb
1t were not. How can the world 90 on
so unchanged.
1t seems as if had been dreaming
mere by the window in the sun of the
warm May afternoon, and had inst
awakened in the falling twilight. JTas
1t my wedding night, this night four
years ago?
les. There on the bed within This
room. my boy is sleeping. Here on INV
niger IS my wedding ring, and / kiss If
and II Is as cold to my lips as has fore
head was. Here are nv widows
mourning garments. I am twenty-five
was eighteen when Frank drew me 70
ms hesTt, here In this very room and
called re his dazzling, his brown'eved
2r1de. Oh, how l loved him You Ia.
dies Tno live ID cities, and whose lives
are crowded with eyents-who have
loved and unloved one. man after on
other-whcse hearts were older %
eighteen than mine is this day evan
after al its deep Joy and sorroyL yor ~
Aiso ~ how1 loved my husband.
re vas the only man ever loved. /
Ienemoer, the only one. My father
as stern with me that him never
dared to love. My mother died when I
was Little, and my father kept me al
ways under his eye. permitting me no.
Sucn pleasures as those that country
glrs generally have. and books were
my pest companions. There were halls
AT the tavern at the cross roads in the
winter, but / never went 10 tber,
Ibs-e we're picnic parties in the sum.
me-, and husking- bees in autnmn and
other merry-malHngs of which / some
times heard. but which / never saw
aimoss my only knowledge of life ont
slde my home was gathered from
the gilmpses l got CT the neiQhbor-neo.
pie or Sunday at the little chnrcb s
where all the farmers on Morton
heights met to worship. and still do +,
1t was there first saw Frank 7 :
vas little curly headed girl. and he /
vas q oiIe-eyed boy, FIVE years my $
senior There 1 saw all ever saw Of t
nm, 0a was sixteen, and he was home q
or the vacation. l met him then, one G
u'ernoGn as L was coming home from 1
neighbours house, and he walked .
long Dy my side. loved him that
iour with my whole soul and during u
ne TWO years following learned tom
mo my sweetest, happiness in his smile 4 a
he thrilling touch of his hand. thu soft To
words OF love he spoke to me and at l,o
asst 70 sink IN The trennor of unnttera,
lie happiness-upon his bfeast, when ba M
sked me TO be his wife.---->---------
Can you wonder, then, that the ved-,lr
ing night on which. he made. me his
7as dazzling ia its briiliancy To- nv O
yes? L was almost Intoxicated with q
he novelty and JOY Of that scene. The '
reat rooms of Squire Morton's sbonsatc
Tere Ike those of palace comparsd tostH
ne humber home where ] had been. v
cared, and it was there. we were mar. r,
led, for Frank wished it SO. The
rowding guests, the gleamine lirhfs 81 4
ne msIrnse ceremony, thescong ratu1a1f
ons, the whispered Joy of.my hSsDaiSd d
ne bent over NEE and The odor of Asi Is
ppie blossoms PexEadin9-a22,-s
ke a beautiful dream then<sSeens IKE ~
dream povs With the.epehen1.kpersb tu
me alone remaining. -..ns.v e..f .>sf-j 81
Do onbeiieve me. exagexating, when !
say tliaSI w6uid have yidded no nv M
n ifesusmuranafiAely<9 "a nus -,
lnd's sskeqsaN pu ID, N6ny,sHswSl h
lat you have no conesptioh efas lo6el b.
Re that / bore for Frank. It was Ii,
-or-r n love q man en- ,oorhopr hrf I