The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1879-05-02

for his return. At last came the terri
Bile letter that told her how he had sim
ned and fallen. and that they might
never meet again.
And all the half-dozen years Of their
happy welded life, she had been 50 sure
Of his affection, Could il be that in
this stranger he had found the one true
love Of his lifes His picture hung on
the wall before her. looking down upon
her with the beautiful dark-hlue eyes
she had loved 70 watch; and looking
there on that handsome face that was
bending now 70 an ignoble one, on that
stapely head 50 dishonorcd, she cried
out II last, and ~epi in her agony. And
thus they found her in her helpless woe.
and kindly hands and voices minis;ered
to her In the fearful hours that followed.
"Do you KNOW queried kind
hearted neighbor few days later, lido
you know whats the matter with Mrs.
Alston?''
She is suffering under severe nerv-
Gus prostration, answered the Doctors
wife, who lived across the way, g and
they fear something worse. Joseph
was called to see her last night. MIR.
Aston has eloped with young lady
Of -s'
Dear, dear, what won't men do?
But should never have thought that Of
Mr. Aston. he always seemed To care so
much for his wife. How docs she speak
OF him?-poor little woman.r
.sStc does not talk OF him. She told
Mrs. Lynde that she had rather zee him
dead than have him living 80 d:shonor-
81. Aas IL 4
"Po0r little womani I'm so sur
priset can hardly think NJ all How
could be leave the child? But l must
60 right over and see il there is any thing
can do for her.
Poor Resale Aston was not left TO
feel any lack Of friends in her worse
than vidowhocd. Few who knew her
failed to offer sympathy and help There
were zone who didn't censure Louis Al
ston's heartless conduct Il was re-
membered how tender and true she had
been to him from TIE day he brought
her TO his home in her girlish LONELINESS
how careful and fond; and he had not
slways been loyal to her, now said the
watchful world; yet for her sake Gossip
whispered to her votaries the rlmors
that Louis Alston's life had rot been
hsmeless, for the forsaken wife could
not. even now, hear q word spoken
against him.
II would nevertrouble my head about
him agan," said one; II would stop
mourning, and let him 60"
II would get divorce, and marry
sgain," said another.
"He was a scamp, any way, and she
hss.plenty of money and that dear little
boy left" chimed third.
But to her they spoke gently always,
II her loss reveTently, as Of the dead,
for she was beloved BY all.
She stayed in the home where ne had
left her. The roses bloomed by the
doorway almost u4poticed: the vines
struggled unframed over the porch; the
garden lay neglected; the house was
quiet always, and the only happy thing
about il was baby Lou, who ate and
slept and laughed and grew cheerly
enough. vet seemed 10 wonder some
times why mamma wept when, half
forgotten face crossing his infantile
mind, he called for ssPapai-
So the summer passed. and autumn,
with lis softened sunshine, dying beauty
and weird melodies came, rounding the
year since Louis Aston left bis home.
A year. The pale woman, standing
where be had kissed bis pretty wife
good-by, looking so sadly unlike her
former self, asked her aching heart how
many long, long years like this ere life's
hold must be loosed from earth, and
the years TO come looked dreary indeed
Once during the winter that followed
came a too ofiicious friend, who babe
her be comforted.
IL have been where Louis was,- said
he, land learned all about the girl he
went away with. She Is silly, heart
less creature, and people said there was
no doubt she would leave Mr.. Aston il
his health or money should fail. Ii
will be strange II he isn't poor man
before many years 90 BY, for he
had become very reckless with
his property, and then be will see how
much his new love cares for him. He
will receive his due reward, and You
will be revenged, never fear"
~ do not crave revenge, twas the
only reply Of the true-heartsd wife, and
in the night watches she sobbed on her
wakeful pillow, "God have pity for
him, wherever be isl "
BY and BY the child s;ckened, and for \
! time the mother forgot all else
Its only cold" the good neigh
bors said; q he'll be well in day or
two." But the little one grew no bet
TER. There was brief, sharp strug-
gle with the Destroyer, then the baby
hand, fell helpless down, and the sun
~ life was yielded. I
She was alone poor Rosalie Alstoni .
with only that sweet dead face and
my, cold form, and that beautiful pic
ured face Of the absent one only