Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1875-04-24
You will not find them this evening,
he said pleasantlv.

You will not End them this evening,
he said pleasantly.
mo sir, lam going to the cemetery.
she replied, passing on to the door.
well wait" he said quickly, sup.
pose I order Robb and we drive out p
Il fear it will trouble you, she said
but the beautiful eyes lighted with
pleasure.
mot at all, l shall enjoy it,
In few moments they were gliding
smoothly over the road to the grave
yard. When they reached it, he tied
Robb to the railing, and they walked
In.
Il don't know why it is, but some
how / always associate graveyard
with hobgblins and spectres in my
mind, the doctor said as they trailed
over the long grass.
Weakness" his companion replied
laconically.
"You are honest" he said smilingly-
I ly and continued, Il presume it was
the frightful stories | listened to in the
nursery. l know here there sleeps
but the casket. The jewel has been
transplanted to fairer climes. That it
is place where we must all slumber
for season, but in due time we will
rise again clothed in Immortality"
Willis glanced quickly up, and the
eloudless splendor of his eyes con-
frmed his earnestness.
j. "Well,p she replied calmly, you
possess a hope that can never gladden.
my heart"
WHAT" he said huskily, "oh, can
it be possible. Willis, you have no
God?" he had halted, and leaned hea-
vily against marble slab. She stood
before him, and the old troubled look
came back into the clear, gray eyes as
she replied, "Yes, the startling truth
is even so. l hold that when we rest
here, it is for eternity. We sink for
ever into annihilation, and that hope is
sweet, very sweet"
How do you accept the Bible, Will
lis?'
Il accept and consider it as a sooth-
ing tale of fiction, which has swayed
the world for ages with its magnani-
nous promises and false miracles. 1t
is conquering colossus. bearing down
mighty intellects before its extended
swathe, a fallaeious monster that is
brooding with soft, wooing care over
an universe entranced with its sorcery.
Ali 1 imagine we shall succeed as
eminently in grasping those promised
rewards as the delighted infant could
pluck the moon from its starry region.
Oh that is precious story for rea-
son to accept, those wonders performed
by your standard of meekness, Moses.
Do you believe that? Say, do you be-
lieve it ?"
"Yes, believe it. / doubt nothing
in that holy book. But tell me, are
you happy. are you contented on this
hopeless, fallacious creed 2"
Happyl No, / am never happy, but
I flatter myself that possess as much
of its majestic emptiness as the world
about me. Indeed, 1 think the word
should be expelled from our language,
for the mere uselessness of its charae-
ter. Its meaning-well it has none.
Some love-siek poet unders an Italian
moon invented the word to express
his pucillanimous sentiment. Oblivion
! is bliss, and oh / sigh for it"
! They had moved on, and stood beside
the mothers grave. He looked at her
and wondered how, so near this sacred
spot, she could utter such dark, bitter
thoughts. His eyes wandered over the
multitude of graves, and at last rested
on a sculptured angel which rose above
his mothers tomb. Should he see her
no omore, that gentle mother? Was her
proud, loving spirit mouldering there
with the dust of the body? Was OBJ
livion reign so deathless that the hope
of resurrection was folly? God for
bid. He that believeth, though he
were dead yet shall he live" He turn
ed his gaze again upon Willis. She
was kneeling by the mound, twining
wreath of immortelles around mar
Bile column. She had thrown her hat
on the grass beside her. The comb
that confined the wealth of hair had
loosened, and waveless, and black it
fell like vail of mourning on the
grave beside her. Heavy tears hung
in the clear, dark eyes, and rolled
swiftly over the pale cheeks. The cor
al lips we're trembling in grief He
had no inclination to disturb the ST.
lence of her bitter reverie, and no
word was spoken until her mission of
love was fulfilled and she arose.
Gathering up the inky vail into a loose
coil she resumed the conversation.
Doctor Hays, do you think in the
'clouldless realm your pretty fable
, speaks of, that spirits meet and recog-
nize ?"
Yes, Willis, | am as certain thatin
the higher life will meet and COM
mune with my departed mother, as |
stand on. this silent metropolis this
evening. L know on those glad plains
there will be no sorrow"
What if you never reach the sup
posed state of bliss your mother now
e enjoys?'
She scanned his face eagerly. 81
r have rules of redemption to follow
and by so doing | may reach othel
heights far remote from this sordlC
!. universe. Are you ready? we haC
! better return. as it is getting late. "
t When they were speeding home
}, ward they met an elegant phaeton, AM
D it is drew nearer, Willis recognize,
p tho naarIess Miss Walker. She wa