Smyrna times. [volume] (Smyrna, Del.) 1854-1987, 1879-12-10

A Woman's Love.


Continued
"Because ! believe it to be the truth.
You can't deny hut what you do too" said
Nett, allowing the door to bang too after
her.
In the afternoon we went down to the
crags, Nina and !. She sat by me like a
child, her hand ciasping mine, and thus we
remained for some time in silence. Presently
she turned such wistful look at me and
said:
" Jennie, do you believe that lie will ever
come back again?' She could scarcely
utter the words
" TO be sure | do, Nina"
" But he hasn't written"
No one knows that, his letters may
have been delayed, you know that Papa's
often are!'
81 know" she replied, pressing my
hand.
There was no more silence now, she was
like her old self, talking freely of Duglass,
something We had never done before. We
had fingered to watch the sunset rejecting
on the lake, its pillows of purple and gold,
it had almost faded, when silently we bent
our steps homeward, stopping now and
then to push the interlacing shrubbery
aside that grew on each side of the walk,
or dodge the boughs that hung too low
over it,
Halfway up the path we met Papa, he
had been enjoying a smoke and his paper.
Here's letter, Nina he said, extend.
ing one.
For meY' She had sprung past mein glad
surprise, and turning again to me, her ewes
were glowing and every pulse in her soul
quickning; the letter was from Duglass.
"Come, Jennie" she said, taking nv
hand and walking swiftly to the lindens.
" want to read it here p
| sat and watched the emotions TINT
passed over her face during the perusal,
The end came: was she satisfied? No
neither do | believe that any girl ever
was.
He had written the third day after his
departure and no answering missiye had
come.
He had met with railway accident.
fortunately the injury was slight, his arm
having been hurt again and he could
scarcely write. In a very short while he
would be back again, he would not leave
until they were married, then they would
travel. 1t was so dull travelling alone.
Every other day letter come now. How
happily they passed, Now snatches of
song would burst forth, she had not sung
since be left. Her favorite one was two
lines of an old song:
~ am coming. Dugass Duglass
Where thou art, too am there
whenever she sung this l thought in
Time to come, was she ever to sing this in
true meaning2 The one expressed in the
songE God forbid! But time alone can
answer questions like this. Then | had
thought, On, no! She is too young, too
bright Tor her life to be blighted; vet il
would haunt me, do what would could
not shut it out.
Swiftly the wedding day rolled around.
The joy.bells in Grey's Head rane thair
merry peal as if they would burst for verv
gladness. She had never looked lovI;:r
than she did that day. Clad in her brown
silk travelling dress, standing beside him,
receiving the congratulations that were
showered upon her. She was so SUPREMACY
happy.
Duglass, how handsome he was. how
proudly he looked upon her, clinginr to
his side. "
The wedding breakfast was over.-tbeir
baggage sent to the station, and Nina had
gone up stairs, to bid the rooms good. hive
she said. wv
Duglass came out in the hall TO me
Jennie, | love Nina SO deeply, can YOU
ever forgive me for taking her from Won Pr
he was holding my hand.
No, neverp | said, snatching it from
him. " ''0Nu
Hush she is coming--you'll distress
her. We will return soon, then we will
never leave Grey's Head"
she may not live to return soon p
such CHASTITY look came in his face.
She will be as an infant to me, she must
return to you" he half whispered
She came tripping down stairs,--the car.
rag mad been waiting. Nina Dure was
going away as Nina Stapleton, perhaps never
to return. "N'eh
The farewells were over with. abe mo.
gone. | ran up stairs to my room. inst
across the passage was hers, it seemed Ikea
tomb now, after all the hustle and payetv
OF the past three days.
Papa stood on the porch watching his
youngest child, his pet, go forth so bright
and happy.
At this could he murmur? Had il not