The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1878-05-15


| ing picture it ilirkered glyIy on the
envelope beside.
"a moment a pause, an Instructive
shock; then 4 stfes sitopen with joy
ItEss3e4sySosread;
81 haYehadssa mistaks Hugh. l
belieyedthat Isfoyed you, but / have
changed. I,havenos osxcdse save that
love another, and mus break my
engagement with .yoo, You would
not hasei4 9therwise
That ahds,St
l stood. a.. minute, spellbound,
clinching thgdaiGty message in my
hand. A minute, bewildeted; then
with . sudden. ,.freazied movement, l
struck the smiling {pictute with a
force that buried it, shiYefed beyond
recognition, at my feet.
Icould have chosen no Better calm
ing medium; with this efioyt my fren-
zy sank; there remGined tonne but a
vague sense of gpfferingAa vague
longing for the sympathy Twas sure
to find.
And, instinctively, and halfme.
chanically, | strobe forth into the
tempest, never pausing till 4 stood in
her presence, my hand stillelinching
the letter, my anguish written un-
mistakably in my face.
She started inyoluntaril Again
her little white hand sougs mine.
"Hugh," she said, dear Hugh,
what i'll news"
But the soft touch, the tender words
were as in former days, the.keysthat
unlocked my soul. Clinging to her
hand as to an anchor, looking deep
into her true eyes, l told her my
story. poured forth my bitter an
guiy+n as unroseryedly asi opce had
done my joy.
She sat calmly listening, calmly
witnessing my storm Of woe. Still
cals1ly, when pspsji9pg, T bent my
head upon Aer hand, 'agsitihg her
soothing worlds s
Then softly she spekei1 name:
"Hugh!' .ssss.sSss
Strange hour for the' revelation.
yet in thatehoaf u cane ame de-
spite my aowh-leon suffering With a
conviction overpowering as sudden;
with certainty not to be gainsaid.
No, did not mistake. l felt the
little hand tremblc; l heard the voice
that would not be silenccd, speaking
in her own, One poor word, but in
it she had thrown her soul.
did not mistake, That which l
had never suspected; that which in
the outpouring Of my great happi.
ness, she had concealed so bavely;
that which, in witnessing my suffer
ing, she had SO striven to master-in
its final moment had burst forth tri-
umphantly, beyond her power to
qucll.
A moment only. a moment dur
ing which time l remained lost to
suffering, awe.stricken, deeming it
sacrilcgc to look up. Then again
she spoke my name; her hand closed
sympathotically but firmly over
mine.
As from dream awaking, rails
ed my eyes-to see Gysie, Sister Gy-
sic, calm, tender, as of old.
The days passed, Autumn chang.
ed to winter, and winter to SPRING
The vines in Gysio's garden were
donning their green; in the homes Of
the dead lilies and roses the fresh ones
were fastening to bloom.
SoImused, watching them on theeve
of my proposed departure from home.
l had delayed it thus long; at first
from a keen dread of the old scenes,
u shrinking from the memories they
must awake, Later, when freed from
these as though they had never exis.
ted, from a longing | could not sub
due.
For, odly, as with nature, so was
it with me. In the home of my dead
lilies and roses the fresh ones were
fastening to bloom,
Strange fate that plays with hu'
man hearts. Without that revela'
tion, this had never been. l had
gone through life dead hearted, blind
to the deepest emotions my soul pos
sessed, But so, happily, it was moi
orflnined Grodunllv from TINT