Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1877-05-16

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Dearer far, on account of the darkness
shrouding your life," she said. creep
ing closely into the shelter of his arms
With low cry of intense joy, and
face radiant with this new found hap
piness, he gathered her to him, press
ing kisses on the dewy lips, calling her
by every sweet, endearing name that
comes SO readily at such times. ~
81 am going to Germany tomorrow.
have faint hopes that my sight will be
restored. If not, and come back blind
still, will you be miner"
"Yours always. The greatest happi-
ness of my life will be to make the sun.
shine of yours"
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Six months sped quickly by on golden
wings, freighted with joy and sorrow,
sometimes sunshine predominating. At
Gleasonwood all was hustle and prepa
ration, servants tumbling over each
other in their zeal to have all prepared
for the coming of their beloved master,
who was returning home, but whether
with restored sight he did not say, and
his silence they attributed to disap-
pointment.
What a state of excitement Grace was
in, fiuttering from one room to another,
like humming bird, and glancing
down the long line of road to see if he
were coming. She had donned dress
of white with clustered forget-me-nots
embroidered over it, the delicate lace
sleeves looped up with sprays of the
same, while a cluster, nestled in green
leaves, trembled i'm her bosom. She
had changed little, save that her face
had grown fairer, with loveliness
that seemed scarcely earthly, and the
white brow expanded, as the thoughts
and aspirations found fulfilment.
She had grown weary Of waiting, and
nestled in Henry Gleason's chair,
drawn in the shadows of the crimson
curtains, where she could see the arri-
val of the carriage, had fallen asleep. A
beautiful picture she made, with the
white lids yelling the brown eyes, the
little hands, like twin snowfakes,
quietly folded. So thought Mr.. Glea-
son as he opener the door noiselessly,
as he stood with brimming eyes, gazing
upon the sweet sleeper.
Fairer than ever his fancy had pal nted
her, was the face that had been his
guiding star, the one sweet hope in life.
He kissed her softly. The brown eyes
opened, and rested upon his face mo.
ment in bewilderment; then as she re-
cognized him, they grew radiant with
joy, and with glad cry she was folded
TO his heart.
''But you do not ask me about my
eyes? Can you still be the wife of a
blind man. 1 will release you if you
wish"
81 see you want to get rid of me. But
1 will not accept my freedom. You are
dearer to me than all else in life. Will
that content you, unbelieving mOrtal?"
she asked placing over his mouth one
little hand that soon grew rosy with his
kisses.
"More than content, my sweet song
bird, for heaven has given me the best
treasure IN life in your love and also re-
stored my sight"
And the dark eyes gazed down into
her own with radiant joy that almost
blinded her. For a moment she could |
scarcely comprehend her great happi-
ness; then glad cry went ringing out
into the darkness, as the strong arms
that were to be her protection hence
forth enclosed her, while a grand |
thanksgiving swept up to the golden
portals from two grateful hearts.
So we leave them, knowing that their
lives will be full of a perfect joy and
love that casteth out fear, and that after
the darkness glorious drawing came,
promising a blessed fruition.