Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1876-06-29

ness for words Of reproaeh and cold
ness. Might he, write her father and
claim her. Is Ills own Jessies Time
bad no wings while he waited her re-
Ply-now the impatient lover.
Mr.. Trevellyn finished his paper and
segar, looked at his watch. then left
the room in search Of his wife.
Through the open door of her room
he saw her sitting silent and motioniess,
ne fe ofthe chilly May evening shin:
ing apon her golden hair! " m7ts SIS
"what picture for my home" he
softly whispered, as he bent over her.
A face of marble whiteness: tremb-
ling hand which grasped the letter,
startled him into saying, Dear Jessie,
there should be no secrets between man
and wife. May l see the note which
SO strongly affects yous"
"You eannot!' was the brief, meas
ured reply, as she rose from her chair,
no longer the timid, suffering girl, but a
wronged and outraged woman. "You
cannot read it though l can tell you
from whose pen it came. Dearly I
loved this man from whom your per6dy
has forever separated me. My answer
you shall hear. for am your wife"
she bitterly added, land it shall be my
care that it safely reaches Mr.. Lee"
A night Of tears and agony for Jessie,
Of mingled remorse and rage for her
husband, and she stood before him in
the morning light, an open letter in her
hand.
"Mr. Trevellyn, will you hear what
| have written my friend:
"'MY DEAR Mr.. LEE:-Af,er a
long sad winter. passed in the South,
at the bedside Of my father, have re-
turned to my own home an orphan, but
"a wife. In the presence ofmy dying
father, l married his nephew, John Tre-
vellyn. This brief note must be nv
reply to your letter written fortnight
since. God bless you forever.
Years. rolled on. John Trevellyn
sought in the excitement of political life
to forget the past. Jessie's beauty and
grace were everywhere acknowledged;
but it was the perfection of the stature
which no loving heart and hand warmed
into happy life.
Within few months after nine years
Of married life, John Trevellyn had
died, but not before he had confessed to
Jessie, in bitter, penitent humiliation
the deception practiced toward Give
Lee and herself. Freely, even loving.
ly, she had forgiven him.
But the old wound was not healed
and the remembrance of her old lover
now diplomat at a foreign court
wa. ever one of mingled pleasure and
pain.
On the morning of which We write
Mrs. Trevellyn had seen in the daily
papers the announcement that Mr.. Lee
after an absence of ten years, had re.
turned TO his native land for brief visit
With a world Of memories stirring
her heart to its very depth, she had al.
most involuntarily wandered out. to the
old trysting place.
"How strange - she said as she slow.
ly started toward her home, an hour
later, "how strange that Give should
not know me! If he but knew the
truth! But l cannot tell him; the hon.
or OF the dead forbids it -
As Mrs. Trevellyn stepped towart
the little stile which divided the woody
upland from the meadow beyond, she
saw Give Lee quietly sitting on it.
lower step, like one who waits for an
other. As she came slowly forward, he
sprang from his seat, and with out
stretched arms barred her way, as he
said:
Jessie, l have come for you! I de-
mand my own-that for which l have
so long and patiently waited"
There were no "whispering boughs'
among the silent green trees, to tell u.
what the lovers said.
Enough for US to know that three
months later there was quiet, but yer,
happy wedding at the old country seat
and after that Give Lee and Jessie wen
over the ocean TO their new Eden, leav
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