The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1879-07-30

face ? If you have no feeling for m
as woman, think you might sho,
at least common respect for me q
your WIFE"
Her tone, her words, stung Georg
LIE Roy to the point of fury.
"My wife !" he said. Heavens
wish you had not that claim upol
my tolerance. A man reapes fear
ful harvest from q youthful mistake. y
Then be turned on his heel, and clos
ed the door sharply behind.
Eddie was only trile more mis-
erable than she had been before.
The next day was Sunday. Par
ties for church were made up. Eddie
found herself listlessly included il
one.
1t might be more tolerable thar
wandering aimlessly about the hotel
As she was handed into the staeG
she noticed her husband gathering in
Minna Storey's draperies within the
compass of light wagon, in which
he was going to drive her.
She was talking and laughing as
usual. There was not q cloud on
Georges face. The sight cut Eddie
to the heart. She sverted her face
hastily. Her fellow passengers saw
what she saw they pitted her. 1;
is hard to young, proud nature to
be pitied.
The stage clattered off amid q gay
babel of qoices. A mile down the
road was hill AT the top of this
hill the horses took fright, one be.
coming perfectly uncomfortable
Piunging and rearing. they dragged
the stage to the edge of the mount.
ain. The next moment the great
numbering vehicle was overturned
and pitched down the mountain-side.
Then the horses, having done their
worst, stood still.
The driver picked himself up, and
viewed the scene of the disaster. The
first object that met his eyes was
Mrs lie Roy, who had been thrown
against heap of stones.
A messenger was dispatched to the
hotel, who met Dr. lie Roy first Of
all in his no-top wagon.
Hurry hurry!" he cried. The
stage has gone over the side of the
side of the mountain. Mrs. LIE Roy
is dead"
George was off like the wiud; but
not before Miss Storey had entreated,
with white lips, to be let out. He
was alone when be was confronted
by Eddie's pitiful pale face
They gathered her up, and carried
ber to the hotel for dead.
The rest of the party escaped un-
hurt, except trifling cuts and bruises
but when they laid her on Ler bed
they thought that life was extinct.
| might quote pages in support Of
the assertion that the worth of a
treasure is emphasized by dread OF
losing it.
Hardness, Indifference. and neg
lect dogged George LIE Roy's steps
like stern ascusers, now that Eddie
lay speechless, unconscious. for hope
less hours. 1t seemed to him that be
had killed her. If be had been with
her, this might not have happened.
Surely be might have shielded her.
Shielded her? All! had he shielded
her from other dangers, other ills ?
The bitter reprosch haunted him that
be had betrayed his trust
How utterly little and coutempti-
BILE their dissensions now seemed
Only the one truth remained, that she
was his; the woman be loved, the
only woman who could Gil his heart.
He sent for her father and moth
er. They came, wrung by the cru
elist anguish but they came just as
she began to revive. Youth is stub
born; life is obstinate /; and love
wrestled with prayer. George LIE
Roy had never known before what it
was TO face mysterious providence.
omnipotent, and yet hearkening to
supplication.
Eddie was given back to him
again, given back to him, so it seem
ed, from death. 1t was a second
marriage.
We often wonder if we could live
our lives better if we could live them
over again.
Certainly Eddie and her husband
profted by their former mistakes
For one thing, they spent their Sec
ond honeymoon in q home of their
own.
When Eddie went down from
Sweetbrier Sp-ings in the fall. to Port
Royal, she found a lovely house made
ready for her, Of which she was the
unconditional mistress.
George explained. to all whom it
may concern, that the situation OF
this house suited the requirements OF
bis practice better than that OF the
LIE Roy homestead.
1t was astonishing how easy it was
to get on with Mrs. LIE Roy mere af-
ter this. Sometimes, indeed, Eddie
wondered whether her former troub.
les had not been chimerss of her
brain.
As for Mr.. and Mrs. Clark, they
were at last entirely recorciled to
their daughters marriage. They
spent the greater part of their subse-
quent lives in spelling their little
grandchildren to their hearts con-
tent.