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

and he always guided mc-o1e whom you
have often said was as intractable as tue
storm-wave! Ny father is not here to conn
sci me, but l believe my Heavenly Father
is guiding me now, and l have been learn
ing His lesson of submission" and the
strained voice broke up in tears,
'But darling" timidly demonstrated the
mother again, "suppose-suppose that wO-
mans story should De truep
Helen raised her tear wet face, firm, but
oh, how sweet ''I shall never ask" she
said; ''if another smiled upon him, his
wife, did not. He is still in Boston; he
has sunk below his own place in society;
but with Gods help will try >to raise him
up again"
The mail, next morning, bore letter to
Boston, with only these wor6s in it
"John, will you come to =
Your WIFE~
t'He will gFtit in time to come to Thanks
giving" said Helen; "and then it will be
thankful day, indeed" She had forget
ten all cause for anger; nothing was left in
her heart but its love.
Thanksgiving Days are always sombre.
We have not yet ceased to regret the fair,
dead Summer; and Winter has not vet
brought forth its treasures of beauty, and
this Thanksgiving Day dawned dreary AM
cold, with promise Of snow in the air-a day
that only the happy could laugh at.
''And there are so many happy hearts" :"
thought Helen Moulton, standing at the
window, looking up iato the gray sky
Even as she stood thus, a ca rage drove up
TO Judge Horizons, across the way, and i'm
mediately the great front door was thrown
open and a bright group stood framed with
in it, waiting to welcome the occupants Of
the carriage Helen knew we'll who thev
weHe-the Judges daughter Mary, with her
husband and children, one OF them, a baby
who had never yet been TO grandpa's. Hell
en- remembered how often her mother had
stood in the door to welcome the home com
ing of herself and John, only they had new
er brought any children, she thought, with
a pang of yearning regret.
Helen was very restlesS-wandering un-
easily from one place to another, followed
ever by her mothers anxious eyes. As the
hour approached when the first train from
Boston might be expected, her cheeks fam
ed to a brilliant crimson, and fascination
drew her constantly to the window, whence
there was an outlook down the street. In
the strange heart-hunger which possessed
her, she clung even to Nettie, and the
child's merry talk of a party she was to at
tend in the evening, was a relief to her
overweight spirit,
go, sister Helen. you are beautiful to-
day." she chatted," SIN this bright dress;
and your cheeks so red; come and see how
pretty you look!7 and she drew fer sister
before the long mir or. Helen looked at
the figare reflected there, with interest born
Of her newly-awakened love. Itwas tall
form, graceful, with every line and move
ment suggestive of pride and strength, at
tired in long, sweeping dress of warm wine
color "Nothing grave to day" she thot';
"but if he comes not, will wear black for
ever" The year Of sorrow had left its
trace on the sensitive face, and from the
eyes above those brilliant checks looked a
world OF sadness and sweetness; but the
fire of that naughty spirit shone beneath
Il cir wistful CLEAN. Nettie had laid spray
of white chrysanthemums in the dark traids,
jnst above her noble brow, and she looked
like queen While she stood thus, be-
tween the mirror and the low bay Window
a figure passed it, saw her, AID paused.
She clasped both hands above her heart,
and with quick cry, "mother," sank faint