The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1878-02-08

would he think should he come and find
her waiting for him? How should he
know she never slept till he was safe in
the house; that even in her dreams his
face was before her with its proud, cold
look? Yes, how should ne know, when
he thought the woman he had taken for
his wife a block of ice? Still she sat
shivering and whispering, ooh, why
does he not comeW then, locking her
hands together, she family prayed: go
God, bring him safe back To me. Let me
but tell him how much Hove him. Give
me but the power TO keep him by my
side" AS the thought came TO her of
women far less fair than she, with whom
he had smiled and bent his noble head
in homage, she sobbed aloud, and the
ed the prayer yet unfinished; but in her
heart she cried: "Give me but child,
o God, that his heart may turn to meW
While her Imagination pictured his
Joy, the sound of footsteps rapidly APP
preaching struck upon her ear. Yes,
surely, they came nearer and nearer.
She tried to raise herself, but was too
weak. A thrill of Joy ran through her
frame. Now they had stopped in front
of her window; then she heard the bell
of the great Porte cochire ring through
the house; the click of the door as it
closed; the steps ascending the stairs; the
key rafting in the key-hole, and her
husband entered softly. ooh! God be
praised!" she SAID over and over again.
q He is safe. He was but little late.
OIL, &c II could h,,t him for mr.
ment, should be willing to die Heaven
help me to reach him.!
She rose and put on her wrapper,
whilst the most agonizing pains shot
through her body, causing her heart to
futter against her breast. Barefooted,
she crept slowly across the corridor, past
many doors, till ut last she arrived at the
one which led into her husbands
study. 1t was not shut fast. She
pushed it open noiselessly and entered.
There, his curly head pillowed on his
arms, sat her husband, and within an
inch of his hand lay "A silver-mounted re-
volver. A dreadful faintness seized her
when she saw it, and the words, " am
not too late" came involuntarily from
her lips.
Her husband started to his feet, grasp
ing the revolver in his hand.
Throwing up her arms, she cried
wildly: ooh! no, no, my husband
You must live; it is for me to die! |
who have caused you so much pain! Oh!
Gustave, my husband, / love you; you
are my ALL" And running forward she
clasped her two arms around his neck,
her lips sought his, and she fell senseless
at his feet.
90, my God! how | have misjudged
her." cried Gustave, as he bent over the
lovely form of his wife. thought her
cold, proud and loveless, and she has
loved me all this time. She thinks | do
not love her, when moment ago | was
ready to give my life that she might not
suffer the disgrace of seeing me in exile.
Oh, it cannot be too late! Lucille, my
wife, speak to mel"
In agony he chafed her hands and
feet, but all in vain. The spirit had
flown, the beautiful body was but an
empty shell; the soul had scared far
across the dark river of death, into the
everlasting beauty and glory of its
Makers presence. He had made bar
gain, and had cheated himself. The Lord
took back his own, and it was her eter-
nal gain.