The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1879-10-22
and reward a devoted love as it de-

and reward devoted love as IL de-
serves"
Edith looked up wearily.
"I don't love DR.. Jones, mamma,
though I esteem him, and am grateful; !;
oh! very grateful for all his goodness to
us both. But I shall never love any
man but Frank! Some day Twill tell the
doctor so, and then-if he chooses to ac-
cept esteem and gratitude-I will for
your sake, mamma"
She stopped, and quite broke down in
a storm of sobs and tears.
Her mother sOothedher, and presently
she became calmer.
"Don't let us talk of it any more" i"
said she, sighing. Let us find his adj
dress, and send him his pocketbook."
So they opened it and examined its
contents
Notes, bills, memoranda, receipts, q
considerable amount of money, but nc
address
At last in an inner pocket they found
q letter, and in it photograph. Ethel
took it out; it was her own picture.
Mamma, mamma, look herep and the
poor girls trembly fingers clutched at q
scrap of newspaper that was fluttering
to the ground.
90, what is thisp
Bending their heads together they
read the following notice:
Married. June 4th, at Grace Chursh
Henry Rollins, ESQ.,, TO Miss Ethel Thornton
Immediately after the ceremony the happy
couple started on bridal tour"
Mrs. Thornton looked up in bewilder
ment.
Why, what is that doing herer said
she. "It's the announcement of YOU
cousin EthePs marriage"
" Yes, yesl and Frank thought it wa'
mine! l see it all nOw-he has believed
me false to himl Oh, my poor Frank
he has been suffering, too! The photo
graph-see, what is that written under
meath it in his own handwriting. Oh
lookr"
Again they read together.
This time Shakespeare's lines-though
slightly altered:
Vert thou but constant thou vert perfect-that on
error
Fills the with faults"
ooh, my poor Frankp cried the
happy, weeping girl. cob! why were
cousin Ethel and I named the same
And Frank never met her Don't you
see, mamma, how the mistakes have Oc
CURED? And it might have remained
unexplained forever but for that shower
of rainI LoOkat that letter, mamma.
must find his address now"
The letter was'examined, and, happily
for all, supplied it.
Next morning a little note came by
mail to Frank:
"SIR--My daughter, whom you kindly as.
sisted during shower of rain three weeks ag'
desires to restore your pOcketbook, which sh'
found. Sickness has prevented our attending
to this earlier. Please call at your earlies
convenience, and inquire for Mrs. Thornton
An address was given.
Mr.. Merrifield stared at the name
An old coincidence" thought he
There are plenty of Thorntons in the
world, of course" and he set off to re
claim his property.
A lady in deep mourning received him
he stared violently.
Mrs. Thorntonl" he cried. "can il
be really your and stopped, confused
and angry.
She was perfectly selfpossessed.
"I thought you would have recognized
the name," she said, quietly, though
our circumstances have made change
of residence necessary. 1t was Ethel
whom you carried across the street; she
has been ill since then, Or"
He interrupted her in surprise:
Ethel I'LL Ethel whom I carriedp'
Then getting more and more bewildered
"I thought that Mrs. Rollins was abroad
I understood"
"Mrs. Rollins9 Oh, certainly! Mrs
Rollins is my niece. / was not aware
you were acquainted with her. It was
of my daughter Ethel l was speaking. y
Frank started to his feet excitedly.
Your daughter Ethelf What doeI
this mean? | heard she was married
Oh, madam, have pity on me-have
been deceived2 You know of our love and
our engagement. Are there two Ethels
and can mine be still truep
A cry answered him-a cry from the
next room.
Mrs. Thornton flung open the door.
eco to her." she whispered.
The next instant Ethel vas clasped in
her lovers arms.
Who shall describe this meeting?
Suffice it that they were as happy as
they had lately been miserable; all mis-
understandings were cleared away, and
confidence returned.
And as soon as you are strong and
well again we will be married my dar
ling" said Frank.
fThank God for the stormp cried
Ethel, earnestly. And God bless the
dear muddy crossingl Oh, Frank, il
seems to me that-undeF Heavens
mercy-we owe all our happiness to thai
shower of ramp