The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1874-10-15

beside the coffin, clasping it in his hands
with bitter cry. Driven by All i'm
pulse she could not resist, Isabel hur-
ricd forward and
FELL ON HER KNEES BESIDE HIN,
and they wept together beside their
child's coffin.
Maybe the bright spirit of the dead
little child embraced them both in his
tender arms.
Do you know what the rest is! 1t
is never quite possible to be entirely off
without an old love. We never can
feel toward an old love exactly as we
feel toward the rest Of the world.
After little time, Mark Hascall and
Isabel, older, sadder in some ways, wise
through sorue gall-bitter life lessons,
joined their hands again in holy bond,
this time without any diamonds or
splendor. And this time it was holy
bond indeed, hallowed by the memory
of what had been. Between them there
is nothing now but peace, love, and hap
piness. 1t is because they choose to
have it So. They will go down hand in
hand to beautiful old age. like the
beloved old couple whom l see some
times bending together over a newly
opened rose, or leaning over the gate.
talking softly and looking at the distant
hills like Christian viewing the Delecta-
BILE Mountains. l am sure that no
young love is half so beautiful, half so
sweet as this gentle old love.
Isabel writes as follows to a friend
who has quarrels with her husband,
and threatens to leave him because they
are not "congenial,' and cannot live to-
gether in peace. Thus
ISABEL TO HER FRIEND.
81 have learned all I know of happi.
ness through sorrowful experience;
therefore is my knowledge worth some
thing. Do not let the pernicious idea
take root in your heart that you and
your husband are not 'congenial.' The
baleful poison Of this modern philoso-
ply has ruined hosts of homes.
81 know that there are no two we'll
disposed persons Of sound mind on
earth. who cannot live together peace
fully, happily. even, if both make up
their minds to it. The sacred. old-fash-
Toned way-'till death do parts the
best, wisest and hottest. A scrap of an
old poem which read years and years
ago, fits through my brain as write.
'"Steep the soul
In one pure love. and it will last tkee long.
''True love is something else than
'spooning.' True love is working, wait
ing and hoping. And sometimes it
means drudgery, land infinite mutual for
bearance; and without the underlying
granite of sense Of duty, there is no
true love. For the duty is the strong
est bond of love. The chain of love un.
strengthened with here and there an
iron link of duty, will shortly fall to
pieces of its own weight; but these
links will make the golden chain
eternal.
"Do not wait till you are mated with
'congenial spirit in order to be hap
Ply. You can make your two lives con-
genial. Say not, IF my life we're only
this or that (which it is not and never
can be-'then might be happy Take
life as it is, and make the best and most
/ Of it. -Cincin7adti Commercial.
-Whon a Baltimore husband gets
cold and careless and forgets his home,
his wife puts up a letter from an adj
mirer," asking her to elope and all that,
and the husbands carly love returns as
soon as he finds the letter.
A Louisville paper says that Aunt
Betsy Fisher has twenty-five living
children. When asked by q reporter
for some particulars of her much-mo-
therhood, she admitted the twenty-five,
but said: "Don't publish it, as came
out to Kentucky in search of another
husband
What you take your mother-in-
law out shoeting!" says French
sportsman in one Of CHAINS pictures to
another sportsman. "Yes,'' is the re-
ply, with a five dollar gun that have
presented her-there's no knowing
what may happen"