Litchfield enquirer., 1875-12-30

tened the. Arrangement of his affairs. and when we reached Rome, we saw saw at once that Philip must die itwas plainer to us than to those who had been win him from the first. When saw them all together, and how they lived Alice, gen. tie, happy and care-free, as of old, Mar garet, self-forgetting. placing herself be- hind Alice m everything, as it were, and helping Philip by the strength of her lifes beauty and when read in Philips man. per All that Margaret had told pe of his worth ahd ih. the calm beau ~ lhnd inner eadnees Of his face, more than T thing my darling had divined, felt, for the first time, reconciled to Margaret's love for him. for saw that, while he loved Alice with manifest tenderness and all loyaltv,A his whole being turned to Margeret.-y " a By the doctors advice, Philip was to take journey South, and before he went he came Co me privately and gave into my charge gift for Margaret-in Cease he should not live to come back. Alice and John went with him the children were to remain behind in Margaret's care.
 Just before staTting, Philip called Mar geret to him. and they stood little aside, holding each other by the hand. speaking = T fks6, iis sass sSs shildrs6 eoinihs h, Philip kissed Margaret's trembling mouth, and went out leaning on Johns arm. Mar. geret, with @ glorious sweetness m her, face, took up little Philip and carried him to the window. Alice was busy with the shawls and parcelsT but Philip looked up aud smiled Straight and deep into Mar geret's eyes.
 And Alice came back but not Philip. It was Margaret who took the poor, young wife, weeping and broken-hea into her arms, and who soothed' the wild de- spairing sorrow of Philips children but the, outbreak, if outbreak there was, of Margaret's own grief, only the silence ae, hef chamber knew. The face we sal though paler than its wont, was sustain& and peaceful. gave her Philips partiJ x gift It vas the picture of the "H6lY Mother and Child," at which they l Id looked together so long ago. Philip hd been the purchaser. When Margaretysre- moving the wrappings. saw wbet it Vas, read the simple message Philip had efken me. to go with the picture,--''D Dear Mar grret, you wild underftane, "a great col or ovefspread her face. and beautiful. passionate light shone in her liftek eyes. I bent my head and went out 5
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 It is now little more than yei i since Philip died, and Alice, young and beauti- ful, her gentle, kindly heart turn6hg from death and from mourning as mott of us do, is married again, and awaf on her weedlng trip. When they retain, we are al going back to America to make our home in our oan country. Margaret may come to Rome again 1; cannot say.
 There is a grave in the church yard, not far away it is already rosy and white with the camelia blooms that droop above it and there are many lives that are more blest because Philip lived .and there is one heart where Philip is not dead, and will never die. N~~~s @~- K -S---- -z-~--
 Mir. Chudleigh is sitting near me, and we look across the veranda. and into the garden, where 6 troop of little guests have just parted from Philips children, three of whom are still at play, darting about, with merry talk and laughter, among the Towering plants. John with a face like hearts ease, with prattiing Milly on his shoulder, comes slowly up the garden walk. to where Margaret, little weary. sits leaning back in the garden chair, with her hands clasped under her cheek, but but listening. Nith soft ond tender smile, to little Philip pressing closely to her sids.
 The sunset glory in the air falls rosily around her. And While I think how beautiful her face has grown, with that fadeless charm of noble happiness,- crown, coming only to great love, greatly lived; in very answer to my thought, tue friend beside me says. speaking from a heart even as faithful, strong and gener- ous as Margaret's own,-
 "Hers is the face of the spirit of rest!,