Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1879-03-10

Hoffman of my anxious waiting for
letter from my uncle, when she whisper
ed
"There is gentleman coming to the
grave. 1t must be your cousins lover,
Of whom the chamber-maid was telling
u.s."
i looked up to see tall figure in deep
mourning, with uncovered head, leaning
against the light iron railing-a figure
bowed with Sorrow pale face and
grief stricken, but which caused my
own heart to thrill with joy that had
long been stranger there.
For the face was the one that had
haunted my dreams for years, the face
of Williston Moore.
forgot my poverty, my dependent
position. saw only the sorrow of my
lover over my supposed death, knew
only that | could take the grief away.
went slowly towards the fence, and
Williston lifted his head at the sound
of my footsteps
His face paled to the hue of death,
his eyes widened in strang glare of
awe as he saw my face.
but as 1 smiled and drew nearer, the
truth seemed to come to him, was no
spirit haunting my own grave, but flesh
and blood, living and loving, the Rosa
mond Etherington to whom he had given
his heart.
As he realized this, he sprang to meet
me, and | was folded fast in his arms,
whih his tears dropped upon my up
turned face.
"Hosa-my Rosa" he cried, sis it
indeed you? Not dead, not buried under
this cruel false stone ?"
"The stone tells true story, Will" ,"
I said softly; "But it is my cousin Ro-
slmond who lies there -
! "Your cousin Then it was your un-
ce who was at the Golden Fleece %
Eyes. My uncle
"That explains all. l did not receive
y,ur notice, dearest, until your father
hid been dead some months, and | un-
dGstood the proud heart that would not
write to me. | fastened home at once,
bat could not find you. Your fathers
lawyer told me he believed you had
an uncle abroad, whom he presumed had
sent for you. l was in Vienna when l
saw a notice of the death of Rosamond
Etherington in this place. The shock
was more dreadful than l can ever ex-
plain to you, darling.
"But l came here, and supposed it
was my imperfect German that led me
to think the people at the hotel said 1t
was the father of the poor dead girl who
was so stricken at her loss. 1t was easy
to believe your uncle, or any one else
who loved you, would grieve so for you. :"
''If he had only remained here p l
said mournfully.
Then you do not know
"What?'' / asked.
THAT he died on the steamer home
ward bound p
Another sorrow But there was CON-
fort for me in Williston's faithful love.
Mrs. Hoffman heard our story with
deep interest, and though she sighed
over the thought of losing me, warmly
seconded Williston's proposal for a
speedy marriage, and we all sailed for
America In the fall, my dear old friend
greatly benefited by her travels, and
cares.
Williston's love was never touched by
the loss of my fathers wealth, and he
married me knowing l was Mrs. Hoff-
mans paid companion.
But upon our return home, my father
lawyer wrote to us that l was heiress to
my uncle's fortune, and once again
wealthy.
l cared but little, though 1 am often
glad of the power possess to bring re-
lief to some overburdened heart, or toll
hardened hands.
We have bought our old home, Viii.
liston helping me to furnish it as nearly
as possible as my father had done, and
in the library we have hung beautiful
photograph of the grave in Germany
where my cousin Rosamond rests anc
where Williston mourned so faithfully
believing it was my tombstone.
A sable son of Ham presented himsel
at the desk of the marriage license clerl
of the probate court, the other day, ant
asked for license to marry his dusk,
Dulcinea. Among other problems pro
pounded to him was, 'Are you and tn,
lady related !'' "Yes sab ~ was the an
swer. "What relation are you to eacl
other? ?" was the next query. "Sah 2
calculated the applicant for matrimonial
honors. 81 mean what kin are you t.
each other ?" explained the handsom
Harry. "We isn't any kin to each other
no kin at all. sab, responded the Amer
f ican citizen Of Ethiopian descent. "Bu
you said you were related" answered
Reichton. II toought you deluded t.
de tender relashuns of luv what prevail