Weekly Trinity journal., 1879-01-18
NUMBER 3.

As the days wore on, would find him
looking at me, every row and then, with
sort Of mute questioning, and some
times world of suffering in his great
brown eyes but he asked no questions,
and grew more silent and more cold.
One day in the early Spring, he said;
:" A party have gone yachtin from
weather."
Indeed Then you had better piet
their return,' answered.
"I intend to do So" he replied, with
an unusual impatience. "They may
need other help than mine, Nellis"-
coming close to my side" what is it
darling, that is troubling you Are you
keeping snything back from nae ?"
"Search your own heart before you
seek to probe mine,"I said, escaping
from his embrace.
And still, with that sad lsolS, he left
me.
Two hours later, the threatened storm
was on Us. Perhaps /. was because had
not left my fare we'll kiss on my husbands
lips-perhaps because feeling had
sprung up in my heart that might have
wronged him-but certainly, as the day
wore on, and the wind howed dreariy,
and could hear the angry ashing OF the
sea, my heart sank lower and lower.
! could busy myself at nothing-only
stand at the window and peer out into the
darkness (although in realty the sun had
not set), watching for the form which
never failed mo.
AT last came the supper hour, and set
slippers and gown by tho fire, prepared
some dainty things which l knew he
most loved, with keen self reproach that
lately | had cared 50 little, and again sa.
down to wait.
The evening wore slowly away. 1t
was almost midnight. l had prayed on
my knees that once more l might see my
husbands face, and pour out my ecnfes-
| sion. when, above the noise Of the wind
and the roaring of the sea, heard tho
bell which Always told nee Joe's boat was
at hand.
With quick, eager fingers, l throw
more wood on the already blazing fire,
placed water in the kettle and everything
in readiness, then threw wide open the
door, and stood watching and wa itiug.
Suddenly forms emerged from the
darkness.
Where was Joe's light step, his CHEEKY
whistle All was silence but up the
path came, not one, but many. and in
their midst silently and sadly they were
bearing shrouded form.
With Wild cry, fell insensible, and
over my prostrate body they carried their
sad burden.
1t was baby fingers which brought me
back to earth-a baby's cry, helpless and
wailing, which bade nae live and so
opened my tired eyes once more to con-
sciousnsAs, and hugged the little COM
forter which came 10 me close to my
breast.
" Is she lika her father ?" questioned,
at last, feebly, trying to peer into the
baby face.
lie thinks so, mother answered.
He2 What do you mean -
Why, Joe, OF course. There is no
such proud father in all the country
round"
swooned again ut these words.
Had Joe come back to life ? Was it
not him they had borne that night into
our cottage door Surely not, since,
when again consciousness was restored, il
was hs-my husband-who was bending
so tenderly over me.
They forbsde my speaking then, and 1
was too happy to wish to disobsy but
when, later, strength had been partially
restored, l would listen to nothing until,
with Joe's hand clasped in mine, | told
him Of the doubts and misery through
which | had suffered.
Poor little girl ~ he answered,
taking mo right into his arms. "The
burden we Carried SO sadly and silently
was that unhappy girl you so cruelty
wronged. 1t was calm peaceful death,
and | know no one to whom it was more
welcome. l had met her by accident
that day you saw us-had found her sob
bing out her misery alone. She told mo
then only that her lite had failed her,
saying:
80 do not think, Joe, your wife likes
me, but you have always been to me as
brother. Into your life has come the
happiness deaied mine. When your
child is born, ifa girl, will you net give
it my name, and let me provide for it2"
She uttered no reproach against her
husband, but the world knew she was an
unlovod wife. Darling, in her will was
found legacy for our little one which
will ever provide for her against want.
Queenie, the lesson has been a very bitter
one, but we will barry it, memory in An
mis- MarmaduGe's grave"
We visit it together now-Jse and /;
and often our little one, who bears her
name, lays the freshest flowers upon its
green covering but in my mother heart
all dstrust has vanished foreysrmere.
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