The Morning herald., 1878-06-03
cement and were made man and wife.

cement and were made man and wife. p.
AT last, after passing through the furnace
of afliction, they could enter into the reali-
zation of that perfect happiness which, but
few days before, appeared hopelessly be-
yond their grasp. a
They were going away from Clematis Cot
tage to spend few days in different parts
Of the island, which Geofrey thought the
most lovely in the world, and then back to
England, for Sibyl to be introduced to her
new relatives, and Richard Lenny looked
very grave and pale when Sibyl went to bid
him goodbye. "A .f n'
81 know ought to be pleased at your
happiness" he said, holding out trembling
hand-"and so ! am but I can't help feel
ing my own loss and Franks. He has gone
for long walk, and asked me to say good
bye for him. Don't look distressed, Mrs.
Elton--I beg your pardon Chetwynd
I dare say he will soon get over 1t, as he
has known you such short time; but this
took him SO completely by surprise. You
are the first woman he has ever seemed to
care about and I was SO pleased at the no
ton that spoke of 1t and put 1t into words,
and that has made matters worse. You see
he could not help loving you being so much
with you. We shall miss you terribly"
q, 81 am so sorry," she said gently. ought
to have put my marriage off till you were
stronger, but I did not thiIsk, and Mr..
Chetwynd was so urgent" uE
"Of course he was, and quite right too,
after losing you once. But / sha'nt get
stronger, and 1 don't care to save for poor
Frank. dream of Mary and the boy every
\ 4o h. ,,i{ T l-,,o
I'm not fit, but you have comforted me
about that Heaven bless you, Mrs. Chet-
wynd! 1t was happy hour for me when
you came here p
He lifted her hand to his white LIPS and
kissed it almost reverently, and then lay
back exhausted.
Sibyls tears we're falling fast; SO, afraid
of paining him further, she said hurried
goodbye, promising to come and see him
before she went to England, and left the
room.
A fortnight later, when she returned to
keep her promise, Frank met her, with sad
face, ct the door. -.r --..- ~.
"You are Just in time" he said. "He is
sinking fast, and he so longed to see you
again. Come up-stair."
1t was sad scene, and one Sibyl never
forgot: Hour after hour she sat holding the
cold, wasted hand, and listening to the
struggle for breath, and wiping the clammy
brow. Once the dying man turned to hel
and said: w-4a - --.... ..-...-E
II shall tell Mary--of all-you have beer
to me. Heaven bless you--for it !"
She was thankful when it was over, but
she would moi go away till after the funeral
She wanted t. pay him the last token OF re,
spect, and in her own perfect happiness
could not bear to leave the bereaved brother
alone with his dead Godfrey would op'
pose no wish of hers, and shared her com
passion for him so they laid the poor, worn
body to rest in the churchyard of st. Glenn
ent's, and then turned away forever from
the spot. .a- ft-fFls ...
Of Frank Lawrell they never saw or heard
anything again. Sibyl wrote him letter
through the bank, saying that she should
pay him no more, and that, if he wished tt
know why, he had better come and see her
and apparently he understood her, for he
did not come, thus proving the truth O.
Richard Lennys story as plainly as he coulc
have done.
The lovely bride appeared that season il
London, creating the sensation Sir Henry
Temple had prophesled, but, better stll, pJ
her unfailing amiability, kept sunshine for
ever in her happy husbands house: Th'
morning of her life had been cloudy, bu
the rest of it was almost unvaried sunshine
Down in the lovely valley of Kent, where he
home stood, amid the love Of husband anc
children, the years rolled on in more pertec
happiness than often falls to the lot of hu
man beings; but it never occurred to hel
that it was owing in part to her own gentle
unselGsh nature, that, always considering
others before herself, she found pleasure Ii
what would have been sacrifices to man.
women, and one of the sweetest moments O
her life was that when old MI. Chetwynd
Just before his death, took her hand in his
saying tremulously:
''Ly child, it was happy day for M
when Geofrey went to Sandbeaih."