The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1877-08-24

midst OF clouds.
Six years later returned to Noun
tain Hall to visit Carl and Juliet, who
had now no intention Of leaving the
beloved home so hallowed in Juliet''
memory. When the boat landed u
at Glendale ! could not at first believ,
! was at the destined port.
Spires and steeples lowered abov,
handsome houses and the population
Of the once Struggling hamlet reached
FIVE thousand.
As we approached the Hall the
changes were even greater. The j,
VI. railroad ran in front Of the town,
and all through the once dense fores,
the sunlight streamed down upon
neat dwellings and the wilderness wa.
no longer a thing of the past.
The mountains side and memorable
cave were unchanged as was also tn,
little rustic bridge; but the civiliza
ton that Mrs. Garnet had predicted
would come to them had indeed rolled
in its rich tide, and they were in full
communication with the world Of fash.
ion and Of commerce.
Juliet looked the happy matron as
beautiful boy Of five years bounded
to her side, and was presented to
cousin Helen" as Garnet Weaver
ton. What a picture he was, and
how like his rsyal.looking father.
A fair, spirituelle little lady Of
three summers nestled in her proud
fathers arms, peeping out shyly at the
strangers, too gentle to rebel, and not
brave enough to obey when urged to
greet US.
"How different she is from that
gallant little mani | said.
eyes, she is our timid little Myra;
but she is soon won, and then you can
scarcely rid yourself of her clinging
arms"
This little creature was the grand
mothers darling. She had softened
the asperity and banished the worldli.
ness of this lady.
Adelaide was perfect type Of a
disappointed woman; but they bore
with her foibles patiently and never
,hwarted her.
At the mention Of Guy every face
saddened. Her husband had deserted
her and she was u second rate actress
on the stage, life for which she had
always evinced some talent.
1--WE will never entirely lose sight
of her." said Juliet, perhaps one
day she will turn from her present
life and bend her steps homework.
With what joy we will offer her an as
ylum from sorrow and from SIM"
DO you ever hear from Major Du
pont?"
"Yes," she replied, "he is still
roaming about when off duty winning
hearts but to break them"
Again ] sat with my husband upor
the rustic bridge where the magnolia
still bloomed. Again stood beside
the solitary tomb with its life-history
comprised in the expressive word
"Infelix."
The day before we were to return Il
Lisle Grange, Juliet opened caske'
Of treasures and gave me several val
liable ornaments that had been My
ra's.
"You must take all the old books Of
devotion" she said, "they are Of No
especial value but they will remind
you of the hours spent beside my an
gel sister,
"Where is Reginald Ingle:" l ask
ed.
"He died last wiHter, and don't you
think he asked to be buried at For
Semple? What could have possessed
the mani"
ale probably had no especial hom
ties, ! replied; but my memory wen
back to the gentle martyr whose low
was too pure for union with any but
ransomed spirit.
Just then Brutus came in with
letter in his mouth which Garnet IL
vain tried to take from him. "Mam
ma" he cried, "Brutus picked this ul
in the library and he won't give it +
me-"
Don't tcaze him, love, he is eros
sometimes aud may bite you
The dog, grown fat and old, still
twisted his mouth away from tn
boys pursuing hand and laid the let
ter at Juliet's feet, settling himsel
beside it for comfortable nap.
"What is it, Brutusy' she asked
picking it up. ats only an old let
ter of mine to Carl, dropped | sup
pose from his secretary. By'ihe-way
Helen,it was written iromLisleGrang
when | WAS there lew months afte
your marriage. Don't you remembe
Carl left me there aud came out her
on business for Mammal"
Perfectly. | was never happIe