Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1876-04-05

to you enough that has done this. /
begin to see afar ofi-oh, but very far
offi-that life is or may be, might be,
perhaps, sweet"
"My dear child" said Hayward,
'depend upon it, life is treat. The
past-your past, l mean-is simply a
bad dream. Consider it so; and now
awake. Come and show me where l
shall put some of these things which l
found dropped down for you a: my
gate"
All, the strange, unworld-like, child
like, devOut happiness of that night
Hayward actually beguiled his guest
into the extravaganza of smiles, the
unknown rarity of her young lips.
Had the whole aspect of her place of
refuge been less strange. less unreal
and like dream; had her rescuer been
less off-hand, debonair, and bOyishly
kind and good; less inherently chival-
ric, and so apart from any being she
had known, the mental shock which
had left her nothing in life of hope, and
the physical exhaustion incident to the
excitement of the rough mode of her
advent to the cave, would notshave been
so readily counteracted. This place of
rest was to her complete new world.
| She had been dead, and come to life.
Her experience was realization of san
opening paradise, until memory should
be re-established, and life, that never
/ loses itself i'm more than momentary
dreams, should catch up its lost links.
Reaction came. One day when Hay
ward had been absent many hours, he
I l-a
preston of care, and "to have" he said,
ga serious talk"
He had thrown himself into an arm
chair with weary air. and his guest
drew cushion near, and seated herself
at his feet. Ii was the nearest attitude
of affection she had assumed; it ex-
pressed gratitude, the trusting subser-
yience of her heart.
81 will not ask you," he said-''you
know have not asked you for days-to
tell ME anything of the history of your
past. 1t is enough for me to know that
this woman here is you. l trust you
perfectly, as you trust me; but can no
longer shelter you here. i knew this
could be but brief haven for you from
the first: and l have been studiously
making arrangements for you such as
seem for the present best. L want you
tomorrow morning 10 arrange your lit
tie wardrobe-awkwardly chosen, fear
il is, l am such a novice; and at noon
that is the time when we are most de-
serted here-I shall have a carriage
waiting for you at the brow of the cliff. +"
The girl while he was speaking had
turned deadly pale; she leaned her
head, with sigh of pain, against his
knee. 81 made solemn vOw," said
! Hayward-''a resolution, l mean, to
myself-that while you remained my
guest in this cave l would not speak to
you of any thing that has bearings upon
outside life. But tomorrow L shall be
released from this voluntary restraint.
/ shall visit you Tomorrow evening in
the house where / have arranged to
have YOU brought, and then you will
find how a blunt downright fellow like
myself is ready with good advice. And
always''-for she looked grief-stricken
beyond power of words to express
"always, forever-you know this-for-
ever your friend"
1t was nine O'Clock by his watch when
Hayward left his cave. He returned at
eleven. He was priding himself, as he
descended the steps, that impressible as
Ncon,nIeta ;ncomnarahIe tbev seemed
70 him in form and voice and mind
and clearly as he had seen that grati.
tmde in her WIS tbe ouict tev of love
,be ter tbat his hand beld-he had
narar IN tenderness for her isolation
copyeyed m ber nv word or IooL the
nass;onata ,bougbt which assured him
fay and n;gbt that tbis waif of the Wild
500 yyoS the woman among all wo,nen
destined IN he nearest his heart
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ne piiueu niliisel uPpn '1e 80 s,i.no. ,.o.
,ilal 'e ~ " mi'aA upon nm I'm 'n'''
iIoui ioi III 'iio oeaseiess si"! ns Vi io
sret. A..
Sn.ochins .iie saoe, ne saae , .ne s
inc Snace with tha ;oyous nnlse of ey-
nactarion The silence at first did not
sbocL him the emntiness of the dimlv
iJluminated corridor oneniny unon the
wide sea did not at once alarm He
waited for tbe tremulous unIiftino of
that curtaip which had become To him
deIic;ousIv mvsterious like the veil of a
hr;de
Ue w.;,ed but sbe came NOT He
songbt nor ,t last with the wild i'm
mis- of one stricken with the remorse-
Iite dread of an ;nevitahIe fate What
storms swent ,hrouob his breast az he
tore each cnr,ain from ;ts nlace as he
stretched his groning hand into each
darkling niche as he knew step bv step
left him that she was Sone-gone hack