The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1879-02-05
BRANDED.
The Story of a Brothers. Re-
Yenge.


. it baby?" aud with a wild look
" her great, brown eyes, she claspt
= he wee thing tighter to her brea
= and went rapidly toward the rock
g ledge that hung over the ocean. 81
had played here Thousand times
10 her chilhood had watched he It'd
creep lazily in and out on sun
'e mer's day, or wild and tempestuou:
, dash ships with their precious live
0 upon the rocks.
" The ocean was like lover.
could be all things.
evil it be very cold for the bab.
my baby-his baby? Will h
J mind it much? The birds sans
! sweetly, and the baby cooed, auC
} the mild spring air brought up the
! breath of the violets. For a moment
= she faltered. If life were only birds
aud blossoms, but it was not, and
J with last kiss on her baby. aud s
death,like grasp, leap, struggle,
: and all was over.
Missingl
Grace Reeverly was missing, but
the ocean told no tales.
The little Atlantic village was
stirred from center to circumference.
A lovely girl, confdlng in nature
and pure as the snow. she had been
the pet and pride of townsfelk. Her
voice was ciearest in the choir Of the
little church; her hand was gentlest
on the head Of the poorest and rough
est child, and the village school
master thought she repaid his teach
ings a thousand fold by her iutelli-
gence.
There had come young physician
of good family to the town. a young
man of manly physique and agree.
able manners. Acquaintance grew
into love, and the good people look
ed on with Joy that providentially
their loved one had found one worthy
of her. He had been trained in city
ways. Either woman was not sa.
cred thing to him, Qri matching, her
artlessnsss with his art he judged
wrongly when he tested her virtue
by her self-forgctting love. Per,
haps it was not true, as Button says,
"that every person has his price,"
All may not fall under the strongest
temptation. but most err because
they bindly trust leader who leads
over precipice. Is there no reme-
dy? Mothers mast do more than
they have, Girls must know that
life is full Of quicksands, and boys,
that virtue is of God, aud the de-
stroyer Of il, if not always punished |
here, will meet deserved he'll here
after.
Mssing! The whole town knew
the story; how he had deserted her,
claiming that woman who could be
won was unworthy OF MIN how the
day for the bridal came aud went
how Grace aud her aged mother
wept and prayed; how, when the
baby came, she hid its darling face
against her breast, so that nobody |
ever looked upon il save the mother,
for beautiful though it was, it had
his face; how the spring time came,
and the fresh May mornings, but no
color came to her whiened cheeks, |
but strange. unusual brilliancy |
into her eyes. and then the old moth
er was alone.
Everybody was questioned, but
nobody had seen her, The aged |
woman 5repC down TO the ocean day
by day, but the tide came in bring.
ing only sea-weed and empty shells. |
One moraing, far up the beach. kind
ly hidden from sun and storm. under
clump OF trees, some boys at play
found the missing ones. Her child |
was held fast in her arms. The sea.
weed was wound in and opt as
though TO bind the hands still closer,
lest the weakness of death unlock
them and let her treasure.
The town had common sorrow.
At the burial, the little church was
crowded. All the way to the grave
yard that lay juat above the sea,
where the waves sang constantly to
the sleepers there was an uuhroken
pFoeesalQp, From that day. no wo-
man ever spoke TO the young physi.
clan. He walked the streets unno.
ticed. He carried himself less proud.
ly. Circumstances wauid compel
him TO seek another home. "Strange
that in country town a woman was
so highly priced" he thought. The
world was not all thus.
The aged mother soon lay beside
Grace and her baby.
.-
The good ship Betsey heaves in
sight. The news went like wiIdGre
through the town. The whaler of
Capt. Reeyerly, Gface's only broth
er, had been on ten years cruise.
The crew were wild with Joy, swung
tLo;r handt1oroI,;oe, -,