The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1881-03-16

him. He softly lifted the iulI
round face and looked long and
lovingly into the dark eyes that
were downcast.
Sadie, l have nothing to for
give, darling. No truer wife has
ever blessed a mans heart. And
it is only of you l am thinking
You will be left alone. Promise
me darling, that you will not,
through a mistaken idea of duty,
refuse to be happy when l am
gone. Dean will come back
feel it-and he will come to you'
Promise me, Sadie
No, Carlton, l cannot promise
you that. And God forgive me
that 1 have lived a lle.'
Slowly the hours drag on, and
Sadie watches them as they
surely ebb out the life pulse OF
ber husband. Oh the agony OF
feeling him SLIPPING away and
being powerless to stay the part:
ing hour!
And then it was over! She
was alone in the world, and a
great feeling Of her loss and q
shadow of remorse, that he had
so easily read her heart, possessed
her. She could not bear to stay
in the great, gloomy house now
Everything about the place
brough; back a remembrance OF
the dead, and at last she could
stand it no longer.
Hasty arrangements were made
and again she turned her face tc
the little village home from
whence she had come ten years
before. Her aunt met her as she
left the train, and for the first
time in many weeks Sadie gave
vent TO u torrent of tears.
Dear child, you must not cry
so. Aunty knew you would come
again TO the home-nest. Ant
1 have your own little room ready
for you. l am so glad you have
come the dear old lady said
pushing aside the long black vel
and placing the soft, motherIy
band on the hot brow just as sh'
used to do in her infancy.
How unchanged the old plac'
seemed. Even the elder bushe
were still struggling over tho loV
white gate just as they were Oh
that evening when she had me
Dean Harrington and told hin
she was married. She could wei
remember the stern, bitter curv
of his lip as he said: Then, Sadie
goodbye. And may you be hap
py.' And then he had gone ava.
and for the first time the trut
broke upon her. Her hand be
longed to Carlton Wayne but be
heart to Dean Harrington.
And then they entered the hi
tie room that had always been he
own.
Truly time had not left it
traces here. The tiny toilet tabi
stood where she had left it, an
every picture still hung ln its Of
place. Even the snow white cul
tains we're looped back with tn
same pink bows she had made.
A quiet repose seemed to settl
> on her feelings, and she and Aun
Nina would sit for hours in th
little honey-suckle arbor, oadl
reading some favorlte poe'
while the others deft finger
would ply the knitting needl'
And it all seemed so like the oil
DAYS that were it not for the blac
robes, Sadie would almost fanc
herself the same light girl
yore.
And almost unconsciously ST
began to think of Cartons word
Dean will come back to you, an
her heart would beat quickly
, the sound of the door-bell only
be disappointed each time.
, The year Of mourning was
an end, she wore some soft gra
; material that we'll became tt
slender figure. One evening 81
r was sitting alone i'll the arbor
t book Of poems on her lap. b
q she cid not read. Her ham
D were clasped idly on her Ii
while a tear stole softly dow
e the full red cneek.
She did not look up at Il
Y sound of a football, thinking
o was Aunt Nina. But directly 8!
felt a hand on her shoulder, al
| .ba cou, O