Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1879-05-21

a man, 50 great that to save him from
disgrace she gave up all her happiness"
Max smiled increduously.
Alice went on, touching lightly on SOM
parts, dwelling tenderly On others. Ma,
listed in silence, but with gleam of inter
est in his face.
Alice-tell me-it is not her story 2
He caught her hands in his, almost hurtin!
her in his intense eagerness. "But mo-
cannot be :"
1.-The name of that noble wife, so tru,
and devoted, was jeanne said Alice
smiling through her tears; ''the name o
the husband whom she loved so devotedly
was Maxwell. 1t is all true"
"Tell me ALL" was all he could saw, ant
with her hands still in his she told him al
there was to tell, and hiding his face in hi
hand, Lord Danesford cried like a child
Alice stole away; Jeanne, white and trem
bling was waiting for her below. Alic,
took her hand, and leading her to tn,
room where he was, opened the door softly
She watched her enter, and, going to hi.
side, put her arms round the bowed head
and draw il to her breast Sne saw Man
clasp his arms round her with a cry of love
and joy; and, closing the door, Alice came
quietly away.
MAX whispered the slow sweet voice
of his wife, after long pause, during
which he had drawn her face down to its
old resting-plaee, and she had clasped hi,
hands in hers, lean you forgive my doubt
Can you love me againl"
Hush, my dearest!" came the tender
answer. There can be no question OF
forgiveness between you and me- 1t was a
terrible mistake; but wife, have never
ceased to love YOU"
/ There was much to tell and much to
hear when Alice and | joined them. Max
had been eXpatiating on my generous
I friendship" and Jeanne, with tears,
/ thanked NE for it, while | could only ask
her forgiveness for my old doubts of her.
She told us her life in London, at first 50
lonely and sad almost sadder still, if not
50 lonely, when our boy came. looking at
me with your eyes, Max of the news she
had heard long afterwards Of her maid
Flores departure from DanesfOrd with VI.
de Champrose, and of how she had thought
of her husband day and night, and longed
for him again with such longing-and
here Max drew her closer to his heart We
had much to tell, too, and together we dis
cuSsed the untimely fate of Frederick Max
well, Lord Danesford, and Ellen his wife,
and wondered whether he had ever meant
to bring her home to the Park as his wife
and its mistress. ] NAV mention here that,
when we went down TO Dcvonshire, Max
well hunted up the girls relatives, homely,
honest peasants, and behaved to them with
every liberality and kindness
Danesford is no longer deserted. and af-
ter 50 long an absence, the household rejoice
to have their lord and lady with them
again. Max has regained his old health and
spirits, and Evesham-who by the way,
has never quite forgiven me my long past
accident-has orders TO buy perfect pony
as can be procured for the Honorable Max,
who takes to his father immensely, and is
never tired of twisting his hands in the sill
Ky, golden luXuriance of beard, and Of
looking into the blue eyes, merry again
now, 50 like his own. Between husband
and wife the old love exists, but stronger,
truer, tenderer. There is almost reve-
renee in MaXwell's love for Jeanne, while
in hers the consciousness of the grave
doubt of his truth and honor, makes it vet
more intense, more trusting. They are per-
fectly happy in each other; and if people
say that Lady Danesford has lost the bril-
liancy of her beauty, there is in her manner
now an earnestness, depth and tenderness,
which is infinitely more charming and
more fascinating. They have both been
through the ''deep waters" but save for
the natural regrets for the three years which
were so bad, but which might have been so
happy, there is no necessity to look mourn
fully at the consequences of that ''Terrible
Mistake