The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1880-05-12

exchange for music lessons to two
refractory girls, Lola was allowed
comfortable accommodations -
went away with his heart crushed
to the very earth, and feeling as
if never again would the sun
shine goldon-b bright for him.
While Lola went slowly up to
toe little plain room which was
not so pleasant as had been the
servants rooms in her own fa-
ther's house.
There was a little look Of pain
on her mouth and a deep, troubled
expression in her eyes as she sat
patiently down to some sewing.
4 could not have done other
wise-oh, it would have been
dreadful to have promised to be
his wife just because he could save
me from this life! I wish could
love him | have tried and tried
and I cannot
And then, the matter thus con-
scientiously settled in her own
mind, Lola went On in her plain,
new dull little way of living, TO
be suddenly and sharply aroused
from it a day two or three weeks
later by a telegram from Hugh
FeDton, that briefly said only
this:
4 am dying. Will you come to
me?'
Dying! Her one good friend.
her one dear friend. Dying! It
seemed a cruel mockery to think
of his dying in she flush and glory
of maturity, with everything in
the world to live for.
She FASTENED to him as fast as
the first train could take her, to
find him lying pale and peaceful,
waiting for the woman be loved.
He could still speak, YEARLY,
and with labor, but bis face grew
radiant with q tenderness that
seemed less of mortal joy than
the reflection from the hither
shore, when she knelt weeping
beside him.
No; this is best for me, Lola, ;
he said, tenderly. I would rather
die like this, with you here beside
me, than live without you. Ny
darling; do you know why I have
sent for you?'
Even amid all the pity and des-
olation in her heart, she shiVered
at his suggestive words.
'Oh, my friend, Hugh
He Interrupted her, quietly.
4 want you to let me give you
my name before I 90, dear. l
want you to know how thorough
ly, how perfectly I love you. You
will not refuse? 1t is the last re.
quest I shall make of a human De-
ing-don't refuse me this-don't
send me away-out yonder-with th.
out granting me this. 1t will not
hurt you. Lola-L shall not be
here to annoy-you will be COM
Portable and happy, and free as
overland l.
He smiled in her horrided eyes.
oh, Hugh-no! no [ cannot
take advantage Of you-I dare
not be so cruelty solfsh-'
Il understand, dear-fn!ly. But
you seem to forget how 1t will
take the last sting from my dying
pillow, how it will Tighten the
way clear to the beyond, if [ may
know my wife weeps for me-
Her beautiful face was pale as
his, her eyes glowed like dusky
stars, her voice was clear, intense.
sWill it do that for you, my
friend? knowing all you know,
will it please and comfort you?
1t will make me welcome death
to call you my wife one little
hour
Then, Hugh, whenever you are
ready, am ready
And Sc, half:hour later, the
family clergyman stood at the
bedside, and in the presence OF the
dying mans motherand sister, and
the gray-haired physician, Lola
was made Hughs wife.
Nor, except for the mortal pal
lor of her face,and the deatbly
coldness of her hand, did the man
who loved her know Of the terri
bIe agony that was in her mind.
And the minister went away,
and Clara Fenton kissed the dear,
peaceful, radiant face on the pill
low, and threw her arms around