The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1876-05-18

and over again. sOh!l my darling
Oh! my darling" 10 sinie4 s3'il.fi
Had Mrs. Boston seen her she wo'd
have thought her mad eiH'it5 a'
So the night wore away. The fact
of passing pedestrians and the rumble
of cart died away. Silence lay on the
city, and the light of, the late risen
moon fell white through the crevices
Of the green shutters, and the lace of
the dropped curtains. A night lamp
burned in the room, and showeda face
with closed eyes. The clock OH the
mantle licked owly. AT the appoint
ed time medicine was to be given. 1t
was dropped between lips that never
resisted, and lay always just little
apart. ,..4.- .......,
"He is dying" the watcher thought.
He is dying" 1eaE '.as "'','-'e.
But toward dawn change came.
The head turned upon the pillow; the
! lips parted.
"Nettie," whispered the voice, s'Net-
| tie, want you." e sHs io uUs,f
Then this girl--this Nancy Smith
started, trembling, to her feet, and
knelt beside him. Her face was close
to his when his eyes opened, and he
| looked at her. gaiu.ui .s5iuoa'ag9o
"Nettie," he, said again, "Nettie -
then burst into a feeble, quivering
laugh, and .clasped her about the neck.
"My darling !" he said. M ~ b3iaH!
And she cried Out:ot3 rel7 sij 2 -
"Oh, Charlie, do you know nae, and
! love me ?' And she took his head
upon her breast. ,bIspa d t5Gjld = .'if
Give been very sick, haven't I?' he
said. ssl e.. .HisisfY s51l l,E .s.i.iI
-" "Yes," said she, every" w
Give had a dream, or been crazy"
he said. Which is it. 1 thought
you were dead. Oh, Nettie, it was
horrible! thought was at sea-I--
Why, how can it, can be dream 10,
it was no dream. Pm crazy now, Yet
this is Nettie." He passed his hand
over her head. ....,. ....,f-lti .
Nettie," he said, "your hair is cut.
Your your pretty little face has
marks on it it never had before. Net
tie, what does it mean?' .as+a
She turned the light high and lifted
it and held it to her face. - '.3'
You see rliinly ?" she said. .4s, ..
"Of course" said he. /" why, my
dear little girl, haven't dreamed that
part of the letter.. You've had the
small pox, only you did not die. What
does it all mean? Am L entirely cra-
zy? Have 1 been 2" ~ Ai" n-#
g. ''And you love me ?" she persisted.
You love me ?" .,t.......,
"My precious little wife, how can L
help it? It's part of me to love you"
said he. s'a& fs"sf ...t'l ''''.l .if
"Then it means that 1 have been
crazy, not you," said she. Oh! Char
lie, you know you said you couldn't
love me if was ugly. So, when l
found l should be SO terribly marked,
and lose all my hair, 1 just wrote to
you that was dead meant to kill
myself, but hadn't courage, so went
away. l was servant here when you
were brought in, and I didn't think
that you'd know me-"
"Then have lived that year of mis-
ery," said Charlie. "Oh! Nettie. Net
tier
En m o.sS olv xv.
What a fool was. made no in-
quiries. did not even see the doctor,
or discover where they had, as 1 sup
posed, buried you! l should haye
fathomed your scheme at once if had,
though we were strangers in the city.
How could you, Net.ie % '''.'4e-.sIf q,
All Nettie answered, was: ""You
said you wouldn't love me if l was
ugly, and couldn't bear it."
Mrs. Boston just then entering un-
expected!y, explanations became high
ly necessary. And the doctor said this
excitement should have killed so very
sick a man. But it did not. a., fe,4,.
The reunited couple were soon able
to return TO their deserted home, and
have another honey moon. And it is
a fact, that though all the rest of the
world knows very well that, Nettie's
face is not as pretty as 1t used to be,
Charles does not, for the beauty that
love sees comes from the rosy light of
the glasses that it wears, and so en-
dures. bis a :sssrn31fts.a tsti