Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1875-05-15
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she could be taken up in its boat-tne
meeting Of the two, when all propapi,
had been arranged.
"Had we not better look into her room
first ?" said /. ;,
She called her husband, and VIC all
three went into the little upper chamber
which was called Charlia's, and which
they had taken great pains to make nice
the neat white dimity hangings to the
bed-the hanging bookcase, the pretty Ia
bles. all which her father had put up him.
self: pathetic evidences of their care and
love for her in every direction. l knew
the room well, for our two little girls had
slept there, the house having been filled TO
OVERLOOKING during their stay.
What contrast to the poor heart-slcS
inmate who had Just lett it With sort
of dull pang remembered our Janet's We
hement longing to see and know Charlia.
There were some signs ofEpacking,
though all was very neat in the room.
We opened the drawers; all were empty ;
but in one lay letter, directed to her
mother. By this time, however, her eyes,
and those of her husband were SO blinded
with tears, that she put it into my hands
to read.
Dear Father and Mother-When this
gets to YOU, shall be far away over the
sea. Don't search for mel shall be be-
yond. Don't be too angry, dears, or think
TOO i'll of me, couldn't help it. l had
promised him SO faithfully, and sworn it,
too, on broken ring I've got round my
neck. You shall hear as soon as we are
married where we are. hope we are
going to Scotland. They say it will be
done quickest there. bears, | am sure
YOU may trust him.
And that's Just what never have done
and never shall do" cried the father, saw
agely striking his clenched fist on the
chest of drawers near which he stood.
The blow was so violent that it nearly
broke the top, and must have hurt even
his hard hand.
THAT isn't all, surely" inquired the
mother eagerly.
"And now, dears, forgive me if you can
you will love me still, ! know that, TOR
as angry as you are. l couldn't help it
| couldn't help it, indeed! and I'm sure
he's a good man God bless you, my own
dears."
The letter sounded almost like des-
pairing cry, and the poor mother sank
down on chair and sobbed as if her heart
would break, while read little post
script. nearly illegible, where the great
tears had fallen; how they were ito thank
the kind lady and say how badly it made
me feel not to 90 to her when she sent for
me it seemed so ungrateiul, but couldn't
90 or know should have spoken" Oh,
ii she had but it probably would have
been useless.
We looked round the room once again
before we left it, There was an old'fash-
ioned sentimental novel left on the book
shelves, All for Love, with pirate for
hero and lover. Voices of the Heart, by
M. Jones, second edition, great poet,
whose name was so ignorant as never to
have heard of-the passionate passages all
underlined and scored; drops OF the
Affections, from her tender friend and
school-fellow, Eleonora NJ. Dobbs;" some
sea songs, and a smart Bible, evidently
not mnch used. "But she's taken her old
Bible, that was once mine,' said her
mother eagerly; "she couldn't mean any
harm and take that with her,"
What could | say, but that was quite
sure that she "meant no harm ~
II can't think how she sent off her
clothes" went on Mrs. Davies anxiously ;
but there had been no real Difficulty i'll
this it was known that was going to
leave, and there was nothing remarkable
in packages being sent away from the
house. We found afterwards that Charlla
had stopped friendly cart. and brought
out box directed to her aunt, to be lett
at the little inn near the land-stage two
miles down, ito be called for" Probably
the Northern Star had by this time picked
it up. was of early the next morning.
would have waited a day or so. to try
and comfort my poor hostess, who, as an
English woman, felt herself sometimes
rather lonely, and somewhat as if in a for
eign country, but could not break my
engagement, and went off low and dis.
pirited.
write and tell me as soon as you he ar
we must hope the best for her. and that
you'll have good news soon.' said /. sad
ly, as we got into the fly.
It was most disagreeable iourney-lhe
wind had been rising fast the whole night !;
the rain swept by in fine drifts the noun
tains were completely blotted out by a
veil Of mist we should have seen as much
of them in Hyde Park. 1t was painful to
expose other peoples horses in such
Weatnef lot my SerSice. was o'ciuoho
when we arrived, and kind as my hosts
were, 1t was difficult to me to rally, as
thought of poor Charlia. The wind went
on rising all day. and though the house
was not on the coast, we could hear it all
through the evening blowing great guns
At night it increased to gale my room
was too windward, and it was impossible
to sleep. The windows seemed at every
moment about to be driven in; the wind
roared in the chimney, and howled and
walled and screeched in an almost UNI
earthly way. seemed to hear voices call
ing to me in agony if / dropped into a
doze for o moment-the house quite rocked
the rain beat in torrents, and sobbed
and cried against the easements, as if en-
treating to be taken in. thought OF all
that must be going on upon the sea as
lay--the vessels driven hither and thither
like chat. and my poor Charlia with her
fate as dark and troubled as the night. |
was thankful when daybreak came and
the dreadful night was overt seemed
better at least for anyone to die in the light
When came down stairs next morning
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