The daily gazette., 1880-03-15
Lost and Restored.
By GEORGE GLENHEY.

In one of our. cities there resided q
merchant. whom series Of unfortunate
speculations had plunged from wealth
and luxury into comparative poverty.
He had one daughter, girl of pas.
sionately warm heart and good i'm
pulses.
In the days Of her prosperity she had
met with young man who professed to
love her, and at whose feet she poured
out the whole treasure of her warm and
impassioned heart.
Her father violently opposed their
union because Of his poverty.
But what mattered that TO her.
Time passed-bright summer months,
in which she dreamed her bright dream
of love.
Then came the downfall.
With the lost wealth the lover was
lost, and all the music dropped out of
her heart, leaving 1t cold and desolate.
She had dreamed her sweet dream Of
love, and for her 1t was over.
At her fathers bidding she gave her
self--no, sold herself for gold-to a
man who was as far above her old lover
as Heaven is above earth
She did not think Of the wrong she
was doing.
She thought Of but the one miserable
motive-that Of revenging herself upon
the man who had been false to her..
She had not been married long before
she awoke TO full sense Of the misery
she had entailed upon her husband and
herself. 100 ).
And such husbandl
| Although of not SO warm q nature as
hers, he loved her In his strong, tender
way to devotion; revered the very
ground upon which she trod; bore with
| her faults and coldness as no other man
would have done, and considered him
self supremely blest II, In return, be
had succeeded in winning but a faint
smile OF appreciation.
She saw all this when It was too late,
and then began TO try, at least, to do her
duty to him as poor return for his affec-
tion.
In this she partially succeeded; might
have done SO completely had not her
| old lover returned with specious tales
and tender words, praying for a word Of
forgiveness Is coward might pray
for in hour Of life.
As the false lover knelt at her eet,all
the passionate yearning Of the old love
returned with terrible earnestness.
81 love You still ~ she cried. 'I love
you! God forgive me for what have
donep ea
Seeing the advantage thus gained, he
urged her to give him some proof Of her
love; to forsake her husband and fly
with him wherever fate might lead.
Oh, that hour Of terrible temptation
All fond lovers eloquence pleading
that she should but follow her own
hearts desire, Y,
In her gillish weakness and despair,
the temper conquered, and she deter.
mined to forsake her husband.
ASIDE was absent on business, the
next night was appointed, and it was
agreed that he should be waiting for her,
having made arrangements to leave the
country.
The morning Of that terrible day
dawned. Every moment seemed an
hour TO her agonized soul.
She tried to chain her wandering
thoughts, but they would stray with dim
and dark forebodings far out into the
moonlit night, when she was by her own
act to seal her destiny forever. .lI
His last words were continually ring
ing in her ears. ...
at will be here" said he. "lf ] can
not come alive, will come corpse"
1t was past the hour of noon, when
she observed great commotion in the
street, and finally some apparently life
lees object was brought into the house.
Urged by a mad impulse, she rushed
down stairs.
The servants gathered in awe-strick-
en- groups told her that dying man
had been brought to the house a man
who had been crushed by passing
train.
The rich carpet was spotted with
blood that dripped from the covered
form, torn from all resemblance of hu-
manity.
She stood beside the form, struck
with fierce terror, listening in silence
to the drip, drip Of the life current as
it ebbed away, gazing with fixed eyes |
at the fair. hair matted with blood at |
the shapely hand extended from be-
meath the covering, as if waiting to
clasp hers-the marble hand, with her
ring upon one of its fingers.
He had said that he would come to
her, alive or dead, and he had come.
At last she became conscious of the
presence Of her husband.
"Oome away, darling" he said, tax
ing her hand. "Poor fellow l wonder
who he is" .a#.
She did not move, but Withdrawing
her hand from his, and pointing to the
cold and lifeless form, said slowly, and
without any sign of feeling:
.This is the man love-the only
man whom I ever loved. For him
would have sacrificed life itself-the
man for whose dear sake the day be
cursed that made you my husband p
A weaker man would have spurned
her for this avowal.
A harsher man would have hated
her.
But he was neither weak nor harsh.
Even in this hour, when the heart
strings of his affections were so ruth
essly sundered, did his noble soul re-
main true to itself.
emily, my darling" said he, "and
have l so wronged yOu7 ?"
Holding the dead mans hand, stand
ing by the crushed mass of deformed
humanity, she told him the whole story,
nothing.
And even then he did not reproach
her. U,
He gave up his claim to her, with a
lender prayer upon his lips for her han