The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1880-02-13

Grace. sDont tell me that 1 am an
unsought and unloved bridel" And
the frightened girl fell fainting into the
arms of her husband.
Something over year has passed
away since that eventful party at the
Travellers Rest, in the fourishing town
of Greenville. 1t is early spring, and
the blue violets and sweet-scented ar
butus flowers have blossomed over the
grave of Mrs. Margie Riley-Johnson for
many days.
In PARKWAY city James Bronson, at
torney, is hurrying down a crowded
thoroughfare, seemingly engaged in
pleasant communion with his own
thoughts. However much in haste his
wedding was, it is evident, by his hand
some faco and beaming eyes, that the
honeymoon is not on the wane, as far
as his happiness is concerned. He car
ries in his hand a Acknowledgment
bouquet, which he has purchased and
arranged for the express admiration of
his beautiful bride.
With light, quick steps he ascends
the marble staircase that leads to his
wife's boudoir, at the entrance of which
he has not the least doubt but that he
shall meet the dearest treasure of his
heart.
But, alas! this day James Bronson is
to meet with the first real grief his
manhood has ever known; for no loved
wife meets him at the door; no jeweled
| fingers clasp the fragrant blossoms he
has arranged with such exquisite skill,
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Instead there is tiny perfumed note
on the dressing-case addressed to him
self, in her well-known delicate hand.
He opens it hastily and reads:
DEAR HUSBAND: You will, no doubt, DO
SURPRISED but l trust not grieved when you
read these lines. For more than q year have
been trespassipg upon your kind foroearance,
thinking each day or each week it should be
the last. But you were 30 kind to me, and l.
| loved you 80 dearly, that it seemed like crush
ing my heart to lose sight OF you. BY no word
or act of yours have you given me occasion to
think was an unloved wife. When you were
with me was always happy. But when left
TO myself some evil genius is constantly haunt
ing me with the thought that you cannot love :
me; and had never thought of marrying q
simple country maiden till one was thought |
iessiy thrust upon YOU. You pity me. and that
Is why you indulge ,and caress me- Your love
would make me thousand times happier, but
not your pity. So leave you, that / may go to
some far-off corner of the earth to live Alone
unwepr, unhonored and unsung! You under
stand the law, and probably know how to have
our marriage ties born asunder, whenever you
may desire 1T. Always your loving but ur-
happy GRACE.
No wonder the face of the young
husband became as white as it would
one day be when it should be upturned
to the gaze of the curious throng; when
no breath would pulsato through his
ashen lips.
And all this time while have been
blissfully happy she has been tormented
with doubts and fears. And all because
that scoundrel, Farnum, waited not to |
give me time and fitting opportunity |
TO tell her that she was more precious
to me than my own life. For her sake |
only do L wish that could have had
the privilege of proposing as other men
do. Poor, sensitive heart, how it must |
have suffered. But where can she have
gone, is the question ?" And for ten
minutes James Bronson sat in state of |
perplexity.
9" Find her will " he at length ex-
claimed. What is life, fortune or
fame without she is with me to share
it?"
The dinner was untasted. After
hastily packing a travelling bag with q
few articles of wearing apparel, and
giving the servants some directions, he
started for the nearest railway station.
He would so to her fathers old farm
house first. Most likely she had re-
turned to those who had loved and pro-
tected her for many years. And the
more he thought of her the more sure
was he that he should find her beneath
the old roof-tree.
Greenwich" called out the con-
ductor, as he opened the door of the
well-illed carriage. Scarcely had the
cars reached the station ere James
Bronson's feet touched the broad plat
form OF the somewhat pretentious de-
pot.
1t was dusk when he arrived at the
home of Father Lewis. He only
brought grievous news to the aged
pair, for they knew nothing of the
whereabouts of the wanderer.
say, Bronson, have you noticed
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larly In the Weeklv?' said DIR.
Gregg to his travelling companion, one
bright, pure morning, as the two sat in
a private parlor of d first-class hotel.
For two years the Bronson residence
had been closed, and for the greater
part OF the time its proprietor had
from inland town to seaport;
through city, village and country, al
ways hoping to find his one pearl.
Many frail sister had received aid
from his hands; for he thought, who
knows but my Grace might be in as
great need?"
All the time DR.. Gregg addressed
him he had been sitting by al open
but his head was bowed, and {
his mind so occupied with sad thoughts {
that he needed neither the perfume of
The flowers, borne in upon the breeze. {
Dor the passing throng. Not until the
doctor addressed him the second time, I
did he seem aware of anothers pres
once. ,
mo; I've read nothing but adver-
.isements for the last six months.
Once those little gems of literature J
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