The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1877-06-14
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Il But l did not DO into the house. l
stood leaning over the gate for q long.
long time, AtOod there all alone, with a
miserable longing In my heart that he
would at least come back for q moment,
IL only TO near me say l was sorry for
the pain l had given him; but he did not
come, and by and by l crept into the
house and up stairs to my little room,
where | cried myself to sleep.
4 And while l slept l, dreamed, and in
my dream my lover came ct last, not
poor Tom, with his honest face, but a
handsome city lover, with tands like a
lady's, and a low, soft voice. Aud he
took me away from the old home, from
| fatuer and mother, and the dear old
| friends, aud brought me to another, far
away, fairy palace, it seemed
to me, more lovely than
anything OF which 1 had
even dreamed, Walls, whose delicate
tlntng reminded one OF soft, faint skies,
| and upon Which hung pictures, gems or
art, sunset scenes. in Italy anu France,
and snowy mountain tops In rugged
Switzerland, mirrors whose polished
| surfaces reflected soft, rich carpets ana
hangings OF satin and lace; aiId beyond
the music room with all the pOss ibiities
| OF enjoyment that lay hidden in the ivory
keys OF the piano or the deep full notes
of the organ with its gilded pipes. Upon
all sides l was surrounded with luxury
and beauty, and for awhile was happy.
b ut as the months aud years passed by,
and the novelty Of my surroundings
gradually wore away, l knew that my
proud, stately husband cared only tor
| the beautiful face he had brought to fur
ther adorn his home, that he gave no
| thought to the womau's heart that in
turn was repelled by his proud coldness;
and as this realization gradually grew
| upon me it brought with 1t an ever in
| creasing desire,' a hungry longing for
the love, the beautiful, wonder ul love,
which is GODS browning blessing 10 a
woman's lite.
And then l began to think Of mother
and father and Tom, my Tom no longer
now, and all the OLD love came rushing
back into my heart, and stretching out
my hands l cried out in my despair for
| the dear old home among the clover
! scented meadows, tor the tender love
that had always been around me there,
| and mother-oh, motherl Would to Coo
| l could go back 10 the old lille, cried,
the sweet old life with its sunshine, its
| warmth, its loYe-that l could be again
the happy, rosy-cheeked little Jenny Of
the old days, singing among the clover
| blossoms and meadow foWers-and Just
| here l awoke with sob to find the
morning sun shining brightly in at the
| window Of my own little room, anu tell
| ing me tlat my sorrow had been-a
| dream.
How gayly l sprang out of bed. Had
| there ever been such a sunshiny morn
ing as this? But here l thought OF Tom's
sad face as l had seen it the night be-
| fore.
| But would not be unhappy. l told
myself that l would make it all right
with him before tile day was done. II
was the Sabbath, and l should surely
| see him at church.
And see HIM l did. He looked very
| sorrowful, poor fellow, as l cast occa +.
| sional glances at him from over nv
hymn-book, but before the service was
| ended L had formed in my IN nd des-
perate resolve.
knew he would not speak to me first.
so when we were standing in the Yesti
bule OF the cnurcn | went up TO him and
said, under my breath and rather shyly
"Iom, WON'T you take me to church to-
nightW
l saw the look OF surprise that came
into his face, and felt the color rush oily
into my cheeks, but not waiting to eX.
plain l hurried of and joined iather,
who had already &Dne some distance
down the road.
1t seemed as if the day never would
pass after that, but it did at last, and
punctualLy at halI-past u Tom called for
me.
We walked in silence for few
| moments aud then Tom said, "Jenny,
now came you ask me 10 take you TO-
nigntW
because, Tom" I answered, "you
tolo me last nIglt you had something to
| ask me, and you did not tell me what it
Was.'
but, Jenny" he said gravely, "you
said that you did not care 1or me, and su
there was no need to ask you after
that."
NV as that the only reason why YOU
didn't ask me, Tom" l said in low
voice.p
"rhe only reason, Jenny" he an
swers.
Because" says l, speaking hurriedlv
ana turning my head 80 that he can not
see my face, 'because, Tom--if that was
the only reason-you may ask me"
Before the last word is ouL of nv
mouth Toms strong arms are around
me.
"Does that mean that you do care,
darlng? he says, while we stand still
in the road, anu Tor answer only hide
my lace on mis- breast.
What happy nigut that was! How
beautiful the old church looked, and
what a beautiful place the world was
any Way-tne pretty world wnere the
clover and buttercups grew, and where
was the little house where | was born,
with father and mother, and where, at
tel wnlle, Tom and l would live in a
home OF our own.
And what was the glittering outside
world, the wealth OF the Indies, COM
pared with my Tom, with his honest,
manly love!
You see, dear reader, that l was con-
tent at last, and, atterall, that is all tna5
even king on his throne could be.