Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1877-11-30

pertinacity often seen in a weak nature
could not be reconciled to her son.ip-law
ard crossing quickly to her daughters side
stood holding her head to her breast, smooth.
ling it gently with her hands, her whole
lace and figure expressing defiance. But
John MoultOn needed no summons; spring
ing up the steps, he entered the familiar
room, dropped upon one knee beside his
wife, and would have transferred the droop-
ing Lead to his own Lreast, but Helen, her
self again, sat straight up and faced him.
For moment neither spoke; but each
looked at the other, and then John opened
bis arms, and she, with an indescribable
light breaking all over her face, crept close
to his heart.
"Iill death do us part" she murmured:
and he, taking up the promise which she
had completed, said-"for better, for worse
for richer, for poorer in sickness and health.
oh God, help me to love and cherish her!"
Mrs. Stanton and the awe-stricken Net
tie had stolen away; but when she heard
those words, in voice quivering with deep
feeling, she knew that she could trust her
child in her husbands restored love.
Theirs was not merry Thanksgiving
dinner no one but Nellie had much to saw:
hearts were too full for words; but, for the
first time in his life, John Monlton stood up
and 'solemnly tbanke God for all the mer-
.cies OF the day, and solemLly prayed His
blessing on all his after life.
Sitting in the evening shadows, after
Nettie had reluctantly left her new found
brother for the festivities of the children's
party, and Mrs. Stanton had considerably
found important business elsewhere, Helen
said-"Jchn, shall tell you what first
n ade my heart turn to you again? A wealthy
man, and, | think Low, an honorable one.
asked me to obtain divorce from YOU, and
become his wife.
DAT first l was struck dumb witham aze-
ment, and then 1 turned to him with as ve-
hementa scorn as though he had made the
most dishonl rable proposals to me- He
was genuinely astonished; he told me it
was thing of frequent occurrence, and that
he was perfectly willing to bear the ex.
.penses of the suit, if would marry him
when l should be free. FgeeP [ knew
then that l never could be iree;' that the
VOW made before God could never be an
.nulled by man. Dear husband, we will
not part again!"
"Never, till DEATH"
The next morning John Moulton took his
wife back to her home in Boston, or rather
TO make new one, for the old one had
been lost when she left it.
W hen another Tho sr; ,,;,,,. ,,,,, -
ma Stanton and Nettie went to spend it
with ''sister Helen" Let us look in at
them. In the cozy sitting room, before
bright CRATE fire, sits our Helen; she has
on the same wine colored dress, (her sec
ond wedding dress, she calls it), and in her
arms there is-yes, surely-a baby; its lit
tie, round, bald, bobbing head peepinc
from feecy flannel blanket. Jonn,a grand
looking man, in his restored home and han
plness, IS leaning On lis wife's low chair;
one hand rests lovingly ON her fair head,
his eyes and lips smiling at Nettie, who
kneels, In an ecstacy of admiration before
The baby, whose advent had been kept q
profound secret from her. Helen and her
mother look at each other with brimming
eyes, and when the former can trust her
voice, she mother, if the baby had
cemo a few years sooner, that sad thing
would never have occurred"
For dash of genuine poetry we can bardly