Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-12-29
''Yes, mother, Ishave parted from him
for ever. have drowned him." This

Yes, mother, have parted from him
for ever. 1 have drowned him. This
in a half whisper.
The weeks slipped easily by. bringing
with them kind attentions to both mother
and daughter from John Moore, for he
was in his generation and knew how to
win the maternal heart. One evening at
the 1heater, during some mimic love
scene, he noticed Helen close her ewes as
if In disgust.
why, Miss Helen, have you no faith
in the lovers vows2' he asked banter
ingly.
To his surprise he answered with seri-
business: "No doubt there are some VINO
hold their VOWS sacred, but 'love,' OAR
ling and the like wait on the tongues OF
most men to be called OFF at moments
notice. If you speak honestly, don't you
think 500" she added. smiling at him.
He laid his head upon her Ian to stay
its motion, saying: Il will tell you as
we 60 home"
She knew his meaning we'll, and what
women would not? Especially one who
had been the subject of his watchful care !;
for whom he had planned amusements
and little excitements. Because he IN
derstood more of her skepticism and in
difference than she was aware of.
In answer to words which I need not
repeat, Helen Ives was saying to John
Moore that evening:
81 only regret that did not meet you
before my heart lost its faith, for then |
must have loved you, knowing you as l
know you now. But would not marry
you with the feeling that my heart was
not wholly cured of its OLD infatuation.
Listen to this with all its humiliating ad-
missions in atonemenl for the misery I
have caused you. Two years ago my
father gave his consent 10 my marrying
the only man | ever loved He vowed he
loved me so devoteGlg that poverty would
be bliss by my SIDE. | believed in him
entirely. My father died suddenly few
days before our contemplated union, and
he thinking my father died insolvent,
left me and sailed for Europe with his
oride-ail in two months time. Yet !
think | care for this william still, although
| have tried to tear his image from my heart
as tore his false pictured face There,
do not despise me that l do not hate him
as he deserves" ending her story with
flash of anger
mo, Helen, l do not. know a won
ans heart is very tender of her first love,
and th-t is the reason there is some hope
for the second. What should you say ii
| told you that partly guessed what you
have just related to me. saw you that
first day on the ferry boat and loved you
even then. | saw you throw the pieces OF
card into the water. One Of them hutter,
ed back to lie at my feet. l took it up
and have kept it since in memory of you.
l knew what it had been. l wove
a little story OF it. I still keep it and al
ways shall, unless you give me some
thing better in its stead"
During this recital Helen watched
Johns face in,ently, then said:
90, you do not understand I do not
love him, but 1t seems as though I could
never be sure of love again. Let us be
tue same friends, and give me time to
know my own heart'
Very vel, my darling, I am going to
ffa,ter myself that it is my WE'LL being
that you are to study in this respite
The very next day Helen received "a
note stating that her friend John Moore
was dying, having been fatally injured
that day by the pole of an omnibus, while
crossing Broadway. instantly she went
tc his side with heart wrung with an
gulsh and remorse for having meet his
love with such coldness and indifference
AL. his kindness, care and thougb,fulness
passed before her, and She she had done
nothing for him.
1t seemed to her dream that she had
Ole him that she did not love him Why
she never loved till now, wien unc ncious-
ness closed his ears to her voice
Guardian angel never core such soul
cries to the throne of Heaven as Helen
offered for this dear life so surely sinking.
Sac pillowed his head in her arms, and
never moved through the long silent
night, but 10 kiss the closed eyes or TO
beg God for his life. Toward morning
be opened his eyes and saw his idol at his
SIDE. 0, the rapture OF that moment
when beloved life struggles back from
darkness to reason!
But his voice was weak and broken.
Helen, my dear one, is thet dream
We been with you on the boar. thought
we were married, and so very happy
that dear old boat, always dream OF it.
But it is all one now, must leave youm
My darling, you will XII ne if you
talk so. 0, John, love YOU SO much,
and | thought ala not. live for me to
prove it by !. life of devotion and care y
YOU words, your love, would make
me I've 5sheu all else failed. 70 haze
seen and loved you and won your love is
more TO me than all things besides; and
all | ask that YOU bear inv name after |
AN gone. O, Helen, will you that may
know have some on to sorrow for me2''
In less than al hour mournful we'd
ding ceremony was performed, the bride
Keeling beside the death bed, and clasp
ing the death colo hand Of her bride
groom, whose iove-lit eyes caressed his
face as ii they would even then spare her
ali pain. Before long the time for the
final parting came--the hand dearest on
earth must be rellnquishcd.
ALI must give up. Oh, the agony OF
parting!
But his soul, ere IT took its flight afar
off, looked from his eyes and bI, ssed her.
II ever you walk along the country road
leading to the cemetery you will meet a
graceful figure, still IN deepest mourning,
seeking a grave laden with loveiest flow
ers, grave at VIII ose head tall m1nu-
ment stands protectingIy. and on which
is exquisitely cut a ferry boat, with these
words:
the scene of buried hopes, and the
birth place OF enduring love"
The Enneld Shakers.
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