The herald and mail. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1873-188?, 1877-05-11

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bother you; do the square thing by thu
frail luxury and turn over a new leaf il
the dignity and responsibilities you as
| sumo in the next twenty-tour hours
When you have lived as long as havt
you will laugh at the scruPles that haunt
you now." s,.7 5rr.ssr.I '-''
"Fhis is not an ordinary case-''if T.
ooh, certainly not was the ironica
remark, cit will become so in the course
of time when the tears and broken hear
has been healed in another lovers arms
and cleverlv bound up with YOUR green
backs. Bah Go settle up the httlt
difficulty, and don't let me hear any
more about this sentimental nonsense
Have you seen the ladiesH ~
mo; should not dream Of stealing
their precious time today ..
q The old gentleman scrutinized his pro-
spective son-in1aW's face through his
half-closed, twinkling gray eyes, as the
latter sat bowed and thoroughly miser-
able before him. aleI
"I trust you are not foolishly involved
in this affair that is to say, your honor
is not at stake ?'' sr-'rs'f ~ Al--s-5'
an "'What do you mean?"o .,- 800.
Marriage entanglement-la law suit
or some such legal claw upon YOUR r
No, nothing at stake but woman's
heart" "o '@s.i"..e2ie.' . ..rJlIL
"Cheap commodity. Dop't Aatter
yourself into reproach at Offering it a
nomentary substitute for your devoted
protection - b t.atana st.ls -asf' ' -
AS if driven by the furies the young
man rushed out of. the room, leaving
the sage gentleman ohuckilhg, merrily
at his expense. t-15ta1,,.l ..... l,f. r.-.
In the hall he encountered flying
figure in the most charming neghgee, who
gave little frightened exclamation as
she saw who it was. i5 it.,
'''--" Why, Theo where did you come
fom2n,'s He clasped her hand and led
her into. the back paflor.to
" Fate is, kind to me, in granting me
this favor; my future depends upon the
interview. have been coward as well
as a william, and there is still time for
you to escape the misery of becoming my
wife. Listen, and bear with me in
mercy Some years since my laundless
was in the habit of sending very bright
little girl to my boarding house with my
linen. ~ sOne evening she came with
swollen eyes and tear -bedewed cheeks to
tell me her mother was too sick to wash
for me any more. / questioned ber iE re-,
gard to their circumstances, and it ended
IN my accompanying her to her humble
home. The woman died. She was not
the girls mother as she told me almost
with her last breath. She hal been at
one time stewardess on steamship rum
ming between New York and Liverpool,
uhara fha on snb oh raI
was wrecked in storm and all on board
lost but herself and rough sailor who,
happened to save this child and herself
by tying them to a chicken-coop, and
thus they were picked up by vessel the
following day. She had never been able
to find the child's friends or relatives,
and as her parents perished at sea, she
had kept her and did the best in her
power in bringing her up with othe
meagre means at her command. 4{5ar
&c buried the woman and sent the girl
to school. My motives were good, and my
intentions, God knows, were pure. fused
te visit her and give such books as I9in-
agined would expand her highly intelIi-
gent mind. Ny idea was to educate her
according to, my theory of what self
regulated conscience would probably de
velop in brain like hers. She was by
nature refined, Enthusiastically inclined
towards high and noble things, a creature
of impulse and strong affections. ] be-
came very fond of her; she of me; her
faults were mine; her heart knew no
other authority. To-day that girl should
be my wife if. I was what the world CON-
sidefed me, a man of honor her child
calls me father" 80 ys.i.J ~, i..- .,Jt
White as the dead, the young lady sat
and listened until the story was told;
not one word of reproach, not one look
of scorn from her, to the man who had
waited SO long With his eonfession-who
had insulted her love by asking herto be
his wife. aGf ~ II
!. . a a Go and bring that girl to me-" .c ia
9 !" She is gone, my devoted, unselfsh,
Hronged girl.''' 70 ~ 81
The haggard man handed father and |
laughter a letter, and with a groan
buried his face in his hands, while they |
cad the tear-dimmed page DIS -
a. /" THEo. ~ Can the earth produce a
,lory if the Creator is not ? You are
ny light and souls atmosphere, and you
lave ceased to be and have ceased to
i've My worthless frame throbs only
o the sighing of memory--sweet mirror
f anguish. / gaze across the little bed
vhefe lies our dead babe, my hearts
ry: IF love you, love you, will not
waken it to love and life. Why should
live, when love is dead The frost
les above us two. By-and-by there will
loom and glow for you another spring,
which we are not the flowers, for we
re dead. tlua r.G- e". 3" >tHi3u ..-r,
+. q. ft .Theo, soul of my being, your agony
MS morning led me to make such in
uires as solicitude for your happiness
ictated. You will forgive me, will you
OF, since cheerfully give my live to II
ear the path for your future2 Theo,
have never uttered an untruth to you,
nd now in saying farewell take the as I
france that in this last word to you
lere is nothing but love. Such love as
line can not be exhausted. WhehI am
D more, the strength of twill linger !
-ound you to beautify even the dark !
BUR of annihilation, as the violet gives
s loveliesti perfume when it is crushed, {
I leave you this blessing, love you, I
love you In that quiet spot under I
le trees where we have lived and loved c
our first parents are said to have in &
aradise, / will with my own hands dig
grave for love, and while its pretty 9
res and its lovely form is nourisbing j
Id given life to earth | will grope my !
ay into the night, the endless night
hold out my hands to the being called
cd ,lDut Lean not find Him. I would
-ay to Him, but / can not direct my
res to. His throne, fer nature is 80. vast,
I'd answers only like an echo of my ]
,artis lament. Theo, my. HDnl, II love 7
~ love you and a lfgne lost you.
Hreweil, EFF1E."
:" For mercy's sske do not iet us lose
instant Order the casffakel Take
to the place she intends 10 bury her
lild," the old gentleman1 exclaimed.
o l think this must be some dream,
fife she signs herself. and she was saved
om wreck. at sea. For Gods sake, !.
II me. am awake? 2"
"-What does your father iAean ~
4" We met with disaster in going to I
urope when ! was a little child, and
Y twin sister, whose name was Fife,
as lost, as we supposed, ,psthe yolfng .
~ nvcisirnad wa = 4 I
Out under cluster of trees, away I,
ON the city, they found her, lying on 7
Tile. rude, broken mound 0feareh. IL
Standing on the deck of a steamer I
,und - EurOne was gathered a Marty | i