The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1876-03-04
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"And we parted in anger 'l''
Oh, careless words, so lightly spoken
what agonizing fruit were they bear
Ing now Poor Agnes | they could
not induce her to 90 to bed through
that long, weary night.
ooh, no, no che sobbed. ~ must
still stay up till-oh, Edmund Ed
mund !" and the shuddering pause
spoke more plainly than any words
could speak.
But few such nights could come to
any woman, and, thank God, in His
mercy, such agony can last but one
night in a lifetime. The arrow may
remain IN the wounded heart year after
year, but the fearful thrill of its entr-
ance can come but once.
The dull gray light broke at last The
rising sun tiDged the soft gray clouds
with rose and amber the little birds
twittered gaily and bithely once more
among the ew-spangled trees, and
life proceeded on in its accustomed
way, taking no heed of that weary,
widowed young heart-the future rob-
bed of every hope
Agnes opened the window, that the
fresh morning breeze might cool her,
aching, burning brow, and lent out to
gaze with heavy swollen eyes on the
lovely scene before her, though all un-
conscious of its loveliuess. Her father,
worn out with sitting up hour after
hour, in vain endeavorS TO soothe her
wild agony of grief, lay sleeping heavi-
ly on the sofa, his wrinkled face look
ing more wrinkled, and his gray hair
grayer than in the clear light of the
early morning.
Oppressed by the dull stupor that
follows excessive weeping, Agnes stood
leaning against the window, listening
to the whistle Of the passing laborer, or
the clang cIang of the gardeners shar-
pening scythe, as he moved the lawn,
unconscious that his master was man
gled corpse, aud his mistress widow,
for he had left his work before the sad
news had reached the servants ears,
The distant roar of an approaching
train struck on her ears, and Agnes
shivered at the terrible sound, and,
covering down on the stone step Of the
window-sill, buried her face in her
hands to shut out sight and sound, and
all that reminded her OF the terrible
grief that had come on her young life.
She so far succeeded, that she heard
nothing of the approaching step on the
gravel, but sat on, buried in her bitter
thoughts, till the sound OF her name in
a wtll-known voice made her spring
to her feet with wild cry, and in an
other moment she was in her h usband's
arms.
"My own Agnes-my darling what
does this meac?" he asked, in bewilder-
ed surprise, which was certainly not
diminished by her excited answer
"Oh, Edmund, Edmund !" she cried,
"they said you were killed Edmund
my husband"
'Who did when ?" asked the as
tonished young man; but he could gain
! no answer, til Mr. Wyniard, reused
, from his sleep by his daughters cry,
and asked how he had escaped the
smash up of yesterdays express.
''Because [ never was in it," he re-
piled. "Did not Agnes get my note?"
"No, Agnes got no note" replied
! her father ; "ald one of the passen-
gers told me he had seen yon enter the
train some minutes before it started.
You were in one Of the first carriages.
he said, and they were mashed and
nearly all the passengers killed"
"That is quite true, ''replied Edmund,
with grave face "but before the
train started l received telegram to
say my father was worse, and to beg
me- to come to him instantly. 1 wrote
a line on the leaf of my pocketbOok, to
tell Agnes what had happened, and
gave it to poor Southy who was sitting
by my side, begging him to let Agnes
have it at once; but l suppose the poor
fellow was killed. | then went to my
father, who died at two o'clock this
morning. AS soon as l could get away
came home. So my poor little wife
has passed a night of widowhood and
misery. Agnes, have you no word for
me now have returned %
Agnes raised her pale, tear-stained
face 20 his with 4 look of tremuOus
Joy, too deep for words, whispering
ooh, Edmund it made is so trebly
dreadful to think we parted in anger!' A
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A CAREFUL JUDGE.