Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1878-03-28

iMay VIII you be my wife and lie
your voice be my music Will yo
soothe me when the world gals an
life makes me bitter2 Give me YOU
band, May Do you love me, it'll
May? And never knew how his sci
hshness filled up those holy words
his comfort-his repose And coul,
not even pity the wild tremor o
maldenly bashfulness that shook be-
very soul, and cried again. i'm
patiently, DO you love me, May
| Could she answerl Die for him
es--that is little Live for him
suffer for him. but utter word then
Aud she was close to his heart. an,
he felt hers beat, and it was a mo
ment OF restful pleasure to him ant
to her. The kiss on her lips was hel
life's Eucharist.
Then the bitterness and unres
swept back. Before the first hou,
was over he began to wonder ane
think. But it was best. Yesl b,
was more content. She was a chile
would be alwaysl Better so.
Dear little Mayl My blossom
my Soriog aowerl'
Three months of rapturous deligh
to May; three months of mingled
emotions to Lasley Payne then b,
grew impatient to end it, to have hi
destiny settled-and be hurried or
the marriage.
lie meant to do right. He was
certain that it was full aud complete
happiness for her. He could be con.
tent and he was tender of her. He
said that over and over again to bis
soul. She was like rare flower tc
hIm-a very sunlight. She pleased
taste and sense, and he mover re
membered that it was a human SOU
he took in his keeping, do you un-
derstand
They had been married two weeks
he was so happy that he did no,
think at all; season of complete
rest, and May
Don't call me sacrilegious, bat
can write no words to express what
it was TO Der, because there is nc
human one to answer; only the
psalm that bursts from the lips o.
our freed souls, when the higher life
opens, could express what / wish to
portray.
Lasley had taken little cottage
by the sea. The solitude had been
completed the peace entire;and oh!the
golden radience OF the summer days
with the pearly peach, and the mol
ton glory of the sea stretching out
till it seemed to meet ipfnitv. The
wonder Of the nights, when the
moon rose suddenly, full-orbed, from
out the waters, and beauty became
an ecstacy of pain from the very
weakness of our human senses.
For the first time their retirement
had been intruded upon-only visi i
tors for few hours. Lasley had
gone into the house to write a letter
which he wished to send by one OF
the gentlemen whose holiday was
over, and who found himself obliged
to accept the dusty city streets once
| more.
Lasley's letter was partly written.
He sat in the shadowy room, idly
holding his pen in his hand, and lis
tening, absently to the murmur OF
voices that came up from the beach
Mays ripping laugh striking his
ears with a pleasant sound.
He was content; he bad no,
thought at ALL Surely the old life
must be lost entirely, buried world.
ont of sight, but he had not thought
His servant came in with the par.
eel from the post Office. Absently
as ever, Lasley Payre took up let
ter, opened it and began to read.
ibis Is not romance it is one
of the real, terrible things that hap
pen occasionally in this life--worse
oh, SO much worse than. death
The letter was from Cecil Raymond
written from the north of Europe.
Her mother was dead.She had learn.
ed the truth at last, she wrote it to
him. She had never changed-nev.
er married. Her mother had inter-
cepted their letters. convinced her OF
his falsehood. She had sunk into ST.
lence, proud as his own. She wrote
now to ask him to forgive her that
she bad ever doubted to tell him,
with all the abandonment of proud
generous, woman wishing to atone,
that che loved him-loved him ! She
would wait there until her letter was
| answered
He read it all. Reflection left his
mind-everything was forgotten. He
only knew that Cecil called him, and
he must 60. He sprang to his feet
as if to rush away at once. Again
the sound of voices echoed up from
the beach, and Mays ripping laugh.
ter struck bis ear once more.
The whirl of insane thoughts
seemed to consume years in passing
through his brain. Any thing appear
ed possible-suicide, murder! Only
to claim bis stolen happiness-to
avenge his murdered heart.
They died; he saw what he had to
do-the stern sense of right and jus
tice came back.
He wrote that letter IN fragments
he wrote the simple truth-he was
married-all was over.
Leave him alone say prayer fol
him; if any experience can give yor
perception at that hour.
And then, without auy respite, the
ordinary tide of life rolled back The
guests were in the room; May was
by his side, her hand on his arm
with right to be there. not for once
but aIways-years and years, and
nothing hut to be silent and to bear
and then they tell us that death il
the hardest thing to endure.
When they were gone, and The
pair lett alone, May said, softly, W.
are together again--together.'
She spoke more gravely than bel
wont and oh, what a terrible signif
icanoe the words had to him.
Together Yes and for life, ant
no sign could be made. Even hi
dreams to be watched, lest that nam'
written on the fragments of hi
heart, should escape his lips