The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1876-10-26
OCTOBER 26, 1871

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Goodbye, Ralph larlingI DOC
forget my last words.
91AFon't Janet.g
Ifc clasped her close kisseA slef
again againSRpd was gone
slI the blood III Eugene Hsfds
Tick's body went see sling TO His
brain. lie leaped forward Ike "a
madman. M
This Is WHY you lchaHgcd your
iaind, is it?' be cried, SAILING tho
frightened girl by the arm, You
wanted to omeet -another lpyor: But
u won't be triRed with. Nowomap
igiag slall play. fsstapd loose with.
me. eur engagement had better
end at once"
A little flash lit up JanctS usually
dove-like eyes, She drew her figure
up with dignity,
"You have said quite enough Mr..
Hardwicke. Our engagement ends
from this minute, Here is your ring
and bid you good evening"
The following morning dawned
cheerless and stormy; but despite the
bad weather, at an early hour Lillian
Hardwickc drove down to the Rec
tory.
"What is it, Janet?" she asked.
entering the little room, where Jan
ct sat at her embroidery. "What is
the trouble between you and Eu-
gene? He has gone off this morning,
we don't know where. To India, he
says, and forever But it can't be-
What has happened, dear?
Nothing that l can explain, Miss
Lillian. Mr., Hargwicke could not
trust me, that was all"
And Mrs. Hardwicke was forced to
return as she came, wholly unsatis-
fed /"
After that the slow years drifted
by, dull and uneventful. What a fiat
affair life is, when some cruel blight
has swept away all the bloom and
the dew sparkle, and left only the
dull, bare fields. But Janet did not
ropinc. Like'the little brown birds
.in the hedges, which ohirp, AID Aut-
--teryoa4 k5sb heart, in the midst of
the Wi1ters frosts, she was always
aNe eher willing LANDS nev-
errtissl afYqFlss And -yeaa d tl1e'
panacea for all l2uman Ills
The. summer roses bloomed and
fell, and winter SHOWS whitencd the
hills, and nothing happcnedto break
the monotony oflife at the old Rec
tory.
One Autumn night, when it was
cool enough to have a blaze in the
chimney, Janet sat sewing while her
father wrote out his sermon for the
coming Sabbath. A sharp rap re-
sounded through the quiet house.
"Who can it be that raps so loud
and so latc?" said the Rector, laying
down his pen and going to the door.
4 tall figure pushed forward
"Futher" Fathorm
For an instant the old man hcsita,
ted and then opened his arms, and
sobbcd out, "My son"
Janet flew to join them.
ooh, Ralph! have you come!
Owe come, little one; and I've
come all right this time. / couldn't
forget your parting words. I've
never touched q card since. I've
tried hard to do better, and I'm a
good bit on the right road, l hope
But here's an old friend. Don't YOU
know him? Father, Mr.. Hardwicke."
Mr.. Hardwickc entered. Janct's
heart beat wildly, but she met him
with q serene face and u cool bow.
Gle knows all" cried Ralph, i'm
potuously, "and he's come for your
pardon. Fate threw us together,
out there in India; he caught the fe-
yer, and one night when he fancicd
he was dying, he told me the story Of
his trouble"
"Torgiye me, Janet" said Eugcnc,
taking her hand, his handsome eyes
telling her that his heart was loyal,
ooh, there's nothing to forgive,
Mr. Hardwickc," she faltcred, and in
another minute she was sobbing on
his bosom.