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

oh, so earnestly, against it. My
husband-my own!
! Shame and sorrow dyed her
fair check as she nestled close to
him. He softly lifted the full
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 | am
gone. Dean will come back-l
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 he
Slowly the hours drag on, and
Sadie watches them as they
surely ebb out the life pulse Of
her 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 a
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 to
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 4 torrent Of tears.
Dear child, you must not cry
so. Aunty knew you would come
again TO the home-nest. And
| 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 veil
and placing the soft, motherIy
hand on the hot brow just as she
used to do in her infancy.
How unchanged the old place
seemed. Even the elder bushes
were still struggling over the low
white gate just as they were on
that evening when she had met
Dean Harrington and told him
she was married. She could well
remember the stern, bitter curve
of his lip as be said: Then, Sadie,
goodbye. And may you be hap
py.' And then he had gone away
and for the first time the truth
broke upon her. Her hand be-
longed to Carlton Wayne but her
heart to Dean Harrington.
And then they entered the lit
tie room that had always been her
own.
Truly time had net left its
traces here. The tiny toilet table
stood where she had left it, and
every picture still hung in its old
place. Even the snow white cur
tains we're looped back with the
same pink bows she bad made.
A quiet repose seemed to settle
on her feelings, and she and Aunt
Nina would sit for hours in the
little honey-sackle arbor, Sadie
reading some favorlte poem
while the others deft fingers
would ply the knitting.needle'
And it all seemed so like the old
DAYS that were it not for the blac k
robes, Sadie would almost fancy
herself the same light girl oi
yore.
And almost unconsciously she
began to think of Cartons words
Dean will come back to you,' an
her heart would beat quickly al
the sound of the door-bell only tc
be disappointed each time.
The year of mourning was al
an end, she wore some soft gray
material that we'll became the
slender figure. One evening she
r was sitting alone iu The arbor {
t book of poems on her lap. But
, she cid not read. Her hand'
, were clasped idly Oh her laE
while a tear stole softly dowr
= the full red cheek.