Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1879-01-22
went by were born only to suffer and
die, and after death the Judgment

went by were born only to suffer and
die, and after death the Judgment
And then, her thoughts getting toe
much Tor her, Betty would start up anC
walk Tor miles, to walk off the horror
that made life seem not worth the liv
ing; that made life seem impossible to
live, and yet did not let her dare to die
Nothing was any pleasure to her now
Her fathers affairs had frightened they
had retaken the old house ;her mothers
health was restored the girls had come
from school, content and happy, and
ready to take Bettys sceptre where she
dropped it. She was pleased for their
sakes-for herself it made no difference
The color had forsaken her sweet face
at length; her eyes were dim with he1
long crying. She sat for hours together
stating straight before her, conscious oil
nothing Whatever but that she had been
the death Of Will Maunder.
All the gay Christmas morning that
he used to like so much she sat in dark
ness. She forgot her father and all the
need of household cheer, and it was
when she saw the plying faces down
stairs that she resolved to forget her
self, her sin and her grief, and help
them all to gather what sweetness they
could IN this life she had found so bitter
and she made her New Years gifts
ready, and helped her young sisters
decorate the rooms and the simple table
they could spread, and lent them the
dainty ornaments that she used to value
so, and that now, at twenty
five, she was done with.
1t was q great white snOw-storm that
wrapped earth and sky when that day
daWned, beginning the eventful year.
They would be friends indeed who ven
tured through it. The girls and their
chosen companions, nevertheless, were
just as busy IN the parlOrs as they could
have been in the sunnlest of weather,
imagining arrivals, and, when nobody
arrived, received eacn other in turn, as
Il there We're a procession of callers at
the door. They were none Of them SO
sweet, SO wllful, SO charming, as poor
little Betty had been: not one Of them
had the dark, rich beauty that belonged
10 her yet; they never would have the
rain Of gallants at the door that used to
cross the threshold for Betty's sake.
She wondered what they found to laugh
at. In all the wide, sad world there
was nothing at which she could smile.
The very blowing of the gale, the whirl-
ling of the snow and sleet through the
white, cold heavens, seemed only to an
swer her own misery. She sat in the
side-parlor off b. the others, staring
through the windows with wild,
wretched gaze, though for appearances
a book lay open in her lap. Her
thoughts had gone upon their long
flight, and after the first CRATE and jar
of it upon her, she heard nothing of
the laughing and twittering, of the sus-
pended music or the opening and shut
ting of the doors. The joyousness of
the day, like sunshine breaking through
storm, was nothing to her. She noticed
none of the fragrance of the flowers,
none of the gay cries of the echoing
voices; her thoughts were under that
snow-heaped sod with Will. It seemed
to her that if she could only once see
him, and see him alive, the very relief
would XIII her; but oh, how hard it
would be to 60 if he were in the breath
ing world. She lorged for him back with
fresh longing to take the strain and bur
den off from her; and then she longed
for hin back that he might Just put his
arms around her and take her, that she
might rest in his presence. Why had
she never loved him until he was lost?
and now be would never know it. ooh,
Will, Will, WHIP she cried-and cried
hall aloud, all unware-"if you only
knew how | loved you. If you only
forgave me- and there the words
were stayed by pair of bearded lips;
the arms she had wearied for were
about her, her head was pillowed on a
breast. Did the dead walk? Did the
grave surrender, tren? Had he come
from heaven to take her? Was it Will
with her father, with her sisters, crowd
ing in behind MIN? He had never died
at all, but gone back from hospital to
sheep-farm, and only come at last,
drawn by some wild magnetism in the
strength of her longing for him. The
questions surged through her mind as
the snowf1akes surged outside; and then
it seemed that he must be some great
accusing apparition, come only to de-
stroy her; the world was reelpg blackly
away from her, and it was maybe, moth
ing but the kisses on her lips that held
her firm to life. that called her back to
light and joy in Will Maunder's arms,
in this one New Years in a thousand.
The Bangor Wing says that Repre-.
sentative Plckard, of that city, appeared
at the door of the state senate one day
last week to mo unce that the house
was ready for a joint convention, and
had reached the middle of his speech,
when house messenger touched his
elbow to make some suggestion. With
a backward fling of his arm Packard
yelled at the man "Git aout!" and went
on with his announcement, amid much
laughter.
Suffering for q Life Time.
| Persons afflicted with rheumatism often suffer
for life time, their ortures being almost without
| remission. The joints and muscles of such un-
ortunates are in most cases shockingly co1torted
| and drawn out of shape. To afford them even
| temporary relief, the ordinary remedies often