The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1878-08-16

never more 10 return.
Time passed. The more Margaret
saw Edgar Hyde the more she became
attracted towards him, until, all una
wares, she began to look for his com.
ing, and to feel happier when he was
near. One afternoon, az she sat alone
in the library, the door opened, and
Edgar entered unannounced. A love
" flush crimsoned the pure check as
she rose to greet him; but bis face was
very pale, and his hand trembled.
Surprised, she noticed his emotion.
II have ssme to say farewell" he
at last said, in husky voice. "a
long farewell-for I am yoing to Flu.
rope"
The girls hands clasped convulsive-
ly the back Of the chair from which
she had risen.
"Farewell' Going to Europef
Why"
"Yesl" His voice was hard and
strained. "Yes, going as far as ! can
from here; for I-poor, deformed crea-
ture that sm-have dared to lcw
you-you, with all your beauty and
youth"
He sank into q seat, and covered his
face with his hands, rs he went On:
81 have struggled and fought
against it, God knows how hard for
I know how hopeless-how utterly
hopeless"
Edgar ! do not gol Stay-stay for
mer
He looked up, and there, kneeling
at his feet, with her sweet face hidden,
was Margaret. A great gladness H.
lumined his face as he clasped her in
his arms.
Margaret Margaret" was all
he said.
After awhile, when the first rapture
was over, as they sat side by side, Ed
gar spoke:
"Let me tell you, my darling, my
sad story"
He glanced down at his crippled
limb as he spoke, while Margaret, di-
vining bis thoughts, laid her soft cheek
caresingly against his.
ut is but the story Of = life blight
ed by a womsn's broken faith for,
Margaret, l have been married, and
my wife deserted me. I loved her
madly; she was beautiful-Lily re-
minds me of her-and she pretended
to love me. I was rich then; but my
money took to itself wings, and just
at that time a terrible fall made me
the cripple l am now. She never
loved me; 6r when rose from the
sickness my accident had occasioned
she had fed to her old home. l never
sought her. She went abroad, and
died there; and | never saw her again.
Then /, deserted by my wife, poor and
deformed, said in my heart, God has
forsaken me; henceforth i will shun
human friendship Some time after,
a legacy left me by an uncle again
gave me wealth; but l still Rugged
my misanrhropy close to my breast,
until God sent his angel, in the form
of a little child, and now l, who
thought Joy in this life was not for me,
am loved. Say it once more, Marga-
ret, say you love me"
And she said it-"I love you.'
Then quickly rising, she abruptly left
the room; but only to return with her
sister and little Lily.
As he rose to greet them, Edgar
could not help wondering at the sup.
pressed emotion which agitated the
of all three. But he was
soon enlightened.
Edgar Hyde Mrs. Etheling sand,
Margaret has told me of her happi.
ness, and now have strange thing
to tell you. The woman who so heart.
lessly deserted you was my husbands
cousin. We met her and her mother
in Italy. The mother died of a fever
in Rome, and only six
months later her daughter died in Civ
ing birth to an infant. She begged
me to take the child and find its faith
err, and promised to do so; but when
returned could never ascertain
any thing about you, and for years
have thought you dead Lily is that
child, and your daughter!"
II was touching scene when Mar
garet, taking the little girls hand, led
her to her father, who, with trembling
arms. clasped his promised wife and
newly-6und child close to his heart.
So il is, God moves in a mysteri.
BUS way His wonders to perform"
And what seems to be our greatest
oftentimes leads to our
greatest good.
A woman at Mt. Sterling, in this
State, has been married six years, has