Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1881-05-27

She vas f4irey ana SCENT n:ofo %9lo
auly than tue Viola 0! 4i"' "a" HE
brain vas IN suyn whit th'i "heH
once more on the road ne Ian Uriie'r
the whole thing . will lA'SiA"i!oh oi
an excited mind that was perh'pd losln6
its power. lis thought q TIE deal OF
last night, then OF the livltE ct 10 day
and wondered if 1t last lie iia become
insane with his terrible eti~i'
And then for monet, one mi
moment, he would hope iof 'li2 BEL
only to banisL the taonghI 10 me ''aA'
and so back to that lonely g>iF' "h'rt-
had been buried what be- c2Aeibtrto
his all. He repeated ,hc Noff5 81 II"
child to himself. "Herhi2 loves Para,
poor papa" aud with es'a repefitl0h
there ras>rd "A irr!ll tnrcatL his franz
of wonderful ana donbt'H! 10y. b
tween the time Il what ba,i nearly
terminated ia fatal accident ahd nc
hour that found HIM az the cottage dnof.
he lived through an eternity, u ilmt
could be counted by emotion. lie Wss
shown within the neat little parior,
where his poor, troubled Heart foun4
something convincing, anu cPrthlu
Joy. There, with the inil ilght shining
upon it, a sight met him that almost
stunned him for the moment, but the
fulness of his overburdenet heart found
vent in one exclamation.
THANK God! A. last.
There, in the best possible posliloD
the little room afforded, hung lie slze
painting Of himself IS he was three
years ago. lie had found his wife at
last.
Mrs. Brown opened her violet eyes
wide. indeed, rs she entered the parior.
upon seeing her visitor III such evident
agitation; but she closed them dreaJ1liy
as the delicious sense OF rest aud pro
lection and love overcame Der, when
the strong arms clasped her close t" the
great heart, and the voice, almost choked
10y emotion, asked:
"Viola, my wife, do you not r9cog-
nixe in me your husband OF former
years 2"
The explanation he had once deter
mined to receive, was soon gwen.
81 thought perhaps yon loved her
she said you did; and she was SO bril-
liant and so dull, and you seemed
tired and weary at times. BOT telling me
the cause, and she told. me- that yon
were unhappy aud inteD'ied to marry
her some day. She told rae rs FRIEND,
you know, ami mado ME promise be
forehand that | wonid Soy nUthing to
you. So thought | Was only bay
rier between the happiness Of two, and
that it would be but one life, ana tast
mine, that would be unhappy. and, my
husband, l loved you SO weN that ]
could even give you 30 her, feeling sure
that at some time you wonid know ho ,
Viola adored You, that she could s2eri-
fee all she had, if it would only give
you moments happiness.
Then he told her of the dead, so re-
Gently buried, and for the sake of tka
true sorrow he had felt che whose lot
in life and whose sudden aud sad death
must ever remain mystery. she re-
solved to visit the grave and place fresh
flowers upon it, thinking that her own
life had once looked forward to Just
such all unknown resting place.
Nlola, saiu ne, iooklnB loHu1y into
the face that was losing, in its great joy,
the worn and sad expression that had
become hsbitual, "Viola, what have
you named our boy?"
81 had CALEB him." she answered,
" Herbert Graham Brown" placing a
mischievous emphasis on the Brown.
Twill You humor a whim of inc,
my dear, and let it be Herbert Dave
Graham ?"
Her fond reply settled the matter
Cora Palmer, i'll Williamsport Break
fast Table.