Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1878-03-28
!. WISCONSIN, THURSDAY. MARCH Is, 1878.

waited; If he had not caught his poo
butterfly, he might have had his hap
pinesa
And can't even pray to die
that would be sin only to help if i
be possible pity him so. If haG
not loved him l might have daily
hurt him in two thousand ways; bu
| knew by my own love what he suf
fers. and can guard against that,
If only God gives me strength ani
lie Willie will, the years may come
and go, and lite shall pass for one, OF
both; and when we meet in eternity
-oh !! even there he cannot love
me-
1t was winter, and they were set.
tied in their own home; and success
crowned Lasley's professional laborl
till the very hurry Of life left him nc
time for rest.
When he came home there was lit.
tie May awaiting him, ready to SYM
pathize with every mood; but the
child still--all done, he knew, without
thonght--she was happy. Once she
wrote:
we are to be very gay. He says
| can help him socially-ah ! under.
stand. Less chance for being left
alone-less time for thought. Any
way he pleases. If l can only sooth
one hour, it is reward enough for my
life's work
Before spring there was something
bitterer yet.
Now he has his room In another
part OF the house; there are things
connot even say to myself--no words
for them even in prayer.
Il knew am a woman-I should
lie to my own soul if denied that
knew, sometimes it was madness to
see me where that lost woman ought
to sit-in the very holy of holies of
home to find the stranger. Oh! my
God help me!
How he snatched at the pretext
when | laughingly chided him one
morning for having disturbed me so
late. Better he should have a room
to himself while he was so busy, and
must often write all night, and / said
yes land he has it. / made it so
pretty; and when he wants TO sit
there alone, / know the lost woman
sits beside him.
among the books of his poetry,
which laid on his table are some ar
ranged in a peculiar way. / know
that is the way she kept them on her
table; perhaps those very books
and they once read them together {!
However busy he may be. since he
has that room, he never comes home
without bunch of violets or some
sort of white flower, which he puts in
to little vase on that table. Some
times they wither there-sometimes
they are trampled under foot So l
knew she loved those blossoms, and
when he can dream he likes to see
them. When I End them torn and
broken, know the mad agony has
burst all bounds for season.
Cecil Raymond came home to re-
side with her relatives. Nobody had
known of her engagement to Payne;
no allusion could ever meet MAYS
ear. She came home noble, proud,
generous woman. No longer a girl,
but still with the bloom of youth on
her face, and all her powers of intel
lect frightened and developed by
those years of suffering.
She knew that she must meet
Payne-it was inevitable. She could
bear it for a time-she would not
think.
lie heard that she had come. May
saw another change in him. She knew
that fresh revelations awaited her;
but while they bore up with the sui.
lenness of pride, she prayed.
1t was at party where May was
lovely as ray of sunshine and there
nobody wise enough to read the
changed language of her eyes, from
whence the soul would look out.
Somebody said to her,
Cecil Raymond was before your
time, wasn't she p
4 used often to see her when was
child. thought her so beautiful
why haven't heard her name in
ages.
And May, who never forgot her
childish enthusiasm, wanted to make
her acquaintance over again, and she
must needs do it in her quaint pretty
way.
She watched an opportunity when
the proud, stately woman was not oc.
cupied, and she went up to her.
Spring has come back said she
'Arent you glad to see her, Miss Co.
Gil?
Cecil looked smlingly at the pref
ty vision, but wonderingly too.
i can't think who it is she said !;
but, indeed it is lovely spring.
ooh, Miss Cecil! And the summer
at Lenox, and the daisy chains, and
you petted me so; and you said if it
was years after when we met, I'd on
ly have to say, Spring has come
back.'
Little May Jordon I cried Cecil,
catching her hands and her heart
went back with bound, to the sum-
mer when they had met in the quiet
of the country. Cecil, yonng, i'm
pulsive girl /; and May, lovely child
who had returned her affection with a
positive worship and since then they
had not met and Cecil had forgotten
her; and May perhaps had not men,
toned her name for years 30 many
memories were holy to her.
Il am very glad te see you,' contin-
ued Cecil ; you are so much what
you used to be-you will make me
girl again. This is worth coming
home for
For few moments they talked on
ly of that old summer, and recalled
the walks, and May told her how she
had thought her the most wonderful
creature in the world; and even in
that first moment remembered how
sweet it would be in her loneliness to
have saeh friend.
sAnd where do you live?' cried Ce-
Gil. Tell me all about yourself; you
are not married p
Just then May saw her husband