The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1876-10-20

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any questions as 10 her past life,
which she saw was painful for her
10 speak Of. She could hardly under
stand the reserved and self-reliant ma
turc, SO different from her own; there
We're depths init she could not fathom F:
but she seemed so pure and good that
she trusted her completely. There
must have been misfortune in her past
life she was sure that there could have
been no guilt.
Mr.. Kingsley led her % Mrs. Ruther-
f0rd's side, and said quietly
"Alice, this is our brothers this is
Arthur's wife"
After the first bewildered moment
had passed, Mrs. Rutherford, compre-
hending all, and thinking Of all the
misery the lonely girl must have suffer
ed, clasped her in her arms, and kissed
the pale cheek; and tears, the first
Madeline had shed for many a day, fell
from her eyes. And SO her position in
the family was changed; vet she would
not permit Mrs. Rutherford 10 engage
a new goyerness, preferring still 10
have the care of the children As before.
They were only two; Wallace, the
eldest, his uncle's namesake, was a
bright, manly little fellow of eight, and
Bessie, the younger, was graceful,
fair little creature, with all her
mothers sweetness and winning ways.
Ii was a constant pleasure 10 Madeline
TO watch the free, joyous little natures,
and through them shes seemed almost
10 find her way back to the freshness
of her own childhood, that had seemed
80 far away, and 10 conceal all the
weary, joyless years that lay between it
and the present. So she would not
give them up 20 another's care.
Mrs. Rutherford, with ewes made
keen By ner love for her brother, had
not failed 20 see his love, the love that
was now dishonorable for her who was
his brothers wife. She did not see the
struggle for self-conquest, but she saw
that ne had won the victory. His face
WAS pa,er and grSyer than of old, but
ms manner was as calm, and as full of
quiet, 0rotherly tenderness 10 Madeline
as 10 his own sister.
He was going abroad; he had long
been contemplating going in search OF
his brother, Of whom for nearly year
they had heard nothing, and now he
felt that he could not stay; that il was
better for him to go. And so, in the
first dre2ry November days, he went
and the long winter passed, cherries
and lone, but still made brighter 20
Madeline than any since her childhood
had been, by the clinging love Of the
children, and Mrs. RutherfOrd's SYM
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whose tenderness Madeline's GOODNESS
and reserve gave way.
They had letters often from Mr..
Kingsley, who was seeking always,
through busy cities, and peaceful ham
lets, under bright and cloudy skies, in
glad hopeful sunshine and dreary chill
ing rains, for him who was 10 be doom
ed to be all his life long an outcast and
a wanderer upon the face of the earth. .
At length letter came 10 the patient
walters 40 home, saying that he had
found traces II him, and the next let
ter, waited for with such anxious sus-
pense, told them that he had found him,
but that be could never be found
10 them any more in this world lie
had found him i'll, dying, at a little way
side inn; he had recognized his broth
er, had told him Of hi, wife, with whom /
his last thoughts seemed 10 be; he
begged him 10 seek her, and ask her 20
forgive him TOT the wrong that he had
done her.
And 90 he had died there in a foreign
land, and they 10 whom he had caused .
so much misery wept tears ofunfeigned T.
grief for him, and remembered him
with the blessed merciful memory in /.
which the dead are ever held, striving
To think Of him only as he had been IL I
folly and crime that had darkened his .
later years. And so Wallace Kingsley's .
quest was ended, but still he did not .
come home. The spring came, joyous .
and sweet, with balmy breath, and .
robes of tender, trailing green; and .
then summer, with languid, sultry airs, .
came and tarried until herb and flower
tainted usder its scorching sun, and still .
he came not.
All through the long autumn and .
winter thtt followed, Madeline sat by .
a seward window. watching half-un- .
for his coming, but she .
watched in vain. The summer came
again, and she stood one night in her
old place on the piazza, watching the
sunset fade into twilight. II was not .
just the same Madeline that had stood .
there two years before the old dreamy
look had not gone wholly out of the .
brown ewes, but il was not so hopeless .
a. il used to be; but there was a CLEAN .
of hope, a subdued, patient trust in
them that was not there of old.
Suddenly a football echoed on the .
stone steps. A football that she knew;
surely the echo Of none other could so .
thrill her pulses. She stretched her .