The Morning herald., 1878-07-17

d0uld aStSnSckg Hsloyed hsr;' 'shs ioyed
hinss sbs xAs sforsaken md alohey Why
need they part /.
IL she listened, growing winter than
corpse. Then she came and faced him
until, the coward soul, within him shrank
Add~qnailedGA GAiOE1 ri v
II have fallen very low" she said; ST
am poor, alone, and q deserted wife. But
Gerald Seton, I have not fallen low!
enough for that. aGorar 4 Ea91sss
b Her unwavering finger pointed to the
door: There was that in her face no man
idare disobey, and he slunk forthi like aB
whipped hound. S,g a',.'s ,sa sg..'s az " ,s ,e
| { As on the night when she had parted
from her husband, she slipped down in her
misery to the ground sad hid her face in
her hands, Now she kngw the man she
had loved; now she was learning to know
the man who loved her. The one would
drag her down to the bottomless depths Of
blackness and infamy, the other had given
up all for her-even herse1t-and gene
forth q homcless, penailsss awanderer, to
Ggbt tile battle Of lts.S ~ g ~
"Oh, truest and noblest," her heart
cried, in itstp tpassioaats pain, show cruelty
have wronged yoni 'Bravest and best
heart, that ever beat in man breast, am
only to know your worth when it is too
late?" R8EB #E8 H N@a
n seemed 80. Roger Maxwell had Dis
appeared out of tile world the world she
knew-as utterly as though he had never
been in it. The slow months dragged
drearily by, but he never came. The
piteous advertisement in the newspapers
remained unanswered when the spring
buds burst, and she was alone in her worse
than widowhood in the cottage in Vermont
still. %]ai r1G eaai.rmg nas..5 +
With the glory Of the brilliant summer
new hope dawned for her. A tiny mes-
senger, with Roger Maxwelps great brown
eyes, smiled up in her face, and baby
head nestled against her lonely heart.
All! she knew now how she loved baby's
father when the brown eyes, of which
these were the counterpart, were lost to
her forever. ] So with the great world shut
out, and with only baby Roger and her
two servants, life went on in the solitary
cottage. -.,-
Four years had gone by, and little
Roger could toddle and lisp, and in Edith
Maxwells heart hope slowly died out.
She had lost him through her own fault;
he to whom she had been bound by the
mysterious tie of marriage would never look
upon her cruel face again. ..
She sat one stormy November night
thinking very sadly Of =the'tru heart and
strong love she had cast away. 7 Her boy
lay asleep before the fuddy fire; the rain
and wind beat wildly against the windows.
She sat looking out with weary, vacant
eyes, SO lonely, SO very lonely, her soul
longing with unutterable yearning for the
wanderer to come back. There was a
knock at the door-a faltering, humble
knock Through the deepening gloom of
the rainy twilight she saw man leaning
YEARLY against the door-post "a man
shabby and ill-clad, with dropping head
and detected air. Her housekeeper opened
the door, and she could hear her harsh,
high pitched voice. 2
'This; isn't an inn--we don't shelter
tramps.g Go long with you'll The village
is only half mile. from here" .I-
The house door slammed in his face.
The man turned despairingly away, walked
q few steps, reelga, and feb tot!re ground
like b log. Edith Maxwell started to her
feet, was out Of the room and the house in
a moment, out in the pouring rain beside
the fallen man, her two startled servants
following. u a- 0
cliff him up and carry him to the
kitchen, ~ She - ordered, imperiously.
"Mary, / will never forgive you for doing
such cruel thingio James, make haste!"
Her man seavant raised the PROSTATE
form, and with some difficulty bore him to
the kitchen and laid him on a wooden
bench. The light fell on his upturned
face, haggard and death like, and at the
sight Edith Maxwell gave cry that those
who heard never forgot, and falling on her
knees, rainsd passionate kisses on the
white face. '.
"At last, at lastp' she sobbed convul-
sively. "Oh, Heaven, i thank thee"