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

the name did not pass from his lips, anC
the person never could be traced
Now what had hitherto been a secret t.
us, could be kept back no longer, tn,
papers teemed with it. This was another
trial to her, and almost more than she
could bear
She came back to US, not the bright
happy girl had seen depart, only poor
broken hearted woman.
! Our mother never rallied from the blow
| two months later she laid beneath the
rugged elms of our little graveyard.
We never spoke of Duglass to Nina,
never referred to him in any way. One day
we were all in the parlor, Janetre, Nina
and !, 1t was the first time in two years and
| more since we were thus together all at
| once jeanette said "Nina how much better
IT would have been for thee and all OF us.
II thou hadst married a different man.
how much better it would have been for all
OF us too. What greater happiness a hus.
band Of Il different temperament might
have brought thee.
Unfortunately Netts was one of those
generous dispositions, who think more of
their happiness and comfort than others.
and who speak one word for others and
two for themselves
deathly palor spread over her face,
Hush, Nett, you know not what YOU say,
loved him, he loved me. | was so happy
IN his love, he was good to me and died a
believer. What greater happiness could |
ask on earth than was mine? will soon 20
to nm, that will be greater happiness than
all!'
Day by day her steps grew feeble, as if
10y age, and yet she had but affair ed her
twenty'torth year few weeks after Dug
lass DEATH
How often her hand went to her side,
while she drew a long breath. The physi.
clans pronounced it an affection of the
heart. She must have a change of scenery.
She smiled when they told her this, and
often sung when alone, snatches of the old
hymns and chants we used to sing with
DugIass. Some times she would sing in a
half murmur:
am coming, Duglass Duglass
Where thou art too am there;
FREED at last come my dearest
Death gives back your little care"
On how beautiful she grew in her suf.
ierlng, the suffering we knew that only
death could cure.
For days there would be flush on her
cheek and her eyes would seem to dialate
in their brightness.
We could do nothing but sit and watch
her drift further and further from us every
day. Once had hoped to win her strength
back, now | knew that it could never be,
One beautiful morning in the last Of
September | wheeled her chair to the omen
window. She had not walked for more
than month. so | would wheel her about
IN the chair that Dugass had used while
an invalid.
Leaning on the sill and looking out, she
said: sob how beautiful the world is.
and it is dying! Every tree and shrub
shows that the finger of death has touched
H. too soon 1t has come upon these lovely
things, that only month ago was So full of
lie and beauty, and now are fadeinc 80
fast, just as it did year to a week ago.
that was the time of Duglass death--"only
poor faded, wlthered, broken things should
die" and she leaned YEARLY back in her
chair. Presently there was little futter
ing sigh. | fastened to her. but death had
freed the spirit that SO longed for brighter,
purer, holier world than mortal can
imagine.
Don't seperate us, when the time
comes, lay me beside him." she had said to
me again and agin, and thus on the third
anniversary Of her wedding day, Nina was
placed beside him in the city where Dug.
lass Stapleton had died and was bur ed.
The end.