Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1881-02-24
( Writi,nJor The Beaeon
Il IL Il tn.
BY ERIE.
CHAPTER XIV.

The next morning was dreary, and the
snow fell thickIy and steadily through the
bleak, cold air, loading aud bending the
earhwar the skeleton arms OF the trees,
which extended ghostly welcome 10 all.
A few, stray, ,hivering snow birds Hit-
ted among the falling flakes, and as the
snow came down upon their backs, they
seemed, OF truth, birds of snow
gazed upon the chilling scene with a
deeper chill at my heart, than that
caused by the cold Down the street
wandered a forlorn little news boy,
noisily crying his papers. Mcn, who
gained little money by cleaning snow
of the parements, were watching the
dark, leadcn clouds anxlou,ly.
What made the ky and earth 80 black
10 mei Why were the snow crystal,
so many great, agonizlBg, frozen tcar,'
Even the low moan oil the wind was
mournlul, and listened TO the sound
with stern, set look on my face. !
had battlcd all night, aud now ! stood
at the window weary wlih the conflict
but resolute in the purpose had formed
As ! looked on the dreadful, AIRY soil.
tude, so lull OF lileless motion. il whis.
pered Of my future life, and sad, "be.
hold the hereafter when you will move
among those around you as If dead TO
all the dearest hopes Of llfe. +"
] wondered when | would die, for
just then life was worth little when de-
priycd Of what desired.
We rcprovFa child Forthcoming away
lis toys and playlhiugs, because il can.
not have the moon. or cannot play with
a loaded gun, but look at uv grown up
children: take from Us what we want.
and with childish lmpaiieucr We would
willingly, nay, often do throw away
all, because We cannot have the special
treasure on which We have set our
hearts. No philosophical reasoning
eased the pain of my soul; my brow
ached and groaned in the intensity OF
my pain. was young to offer up
sacrifice, aud no heather kings heart
could have bled more freely, as The
white robcd priest waved IN air the
murderous sacrl6cial knife over hi dear
est, than did NINE, as | voluntarily pre-
pared 10 immediate my love on The fiery
pyrr of remuneration. rose mcchan.
icaIly and paced the floor while my
blood coursed sluggishly through ny
VEINS and beat duly at my heart. The
pain has come, | said, cannot ward il
of. Would to God could bear il for
him. bot impossible All must bear
their own burdens; perhaps he will not
think Of mine. That thought is unwor-
thy Of him and me. Oh, my love, tor
give me. The days will be so lonely:
no prospect OF seeing him, only dread
full silence, worse than death: a silence
tina. can only be broken by death. |
will live for Roe, now, and try 10 keen
the sad, dark circles from under her
eyes, she shall smile az she used TO in
the long happy days when we were to-
gether aud were so happy or at least,
! was, for was with her and that was
enough to content me. WHY could
not remain a child and know no other
lover Sad and strange is the change
that comes over our glad chiId-lile and
wakes Us TO needs and feelings never
known before. ! will 60 back 10 those
times; ! will forget that ever loved
any but Roe, and we will live in Area
dian simplicity and happiness.
ono backward path; all no returning:
No second crossing that ripplcs Aow
bavo rrn..,J H. 4
cond period of my life, and suffering has
written with pen of iron the record OF
events that have taken place. Child.
hood allows the leaden storm to thunder
around its ears in indifference; the er-
Iects are not seen or appreciated, hut |
must live and bear this heavy load new
er to be lifted from my shoulders til
stuff and white they strdighten me for
the last time
But must not forget that something
must be done as well as thought..-
Seating myself at my desk, wrote TO
Fem, asking him 10 call at an hour that
would insure the absence of both Lew
is and Martha, as they intended TO make
a call IN the evening.
Laying down my pen, ! stared blind
ly at the dainty little note, repeating the
words contained IN it, over and over,
without an idea OF what they meant, till
the breakfast bell rang. The necessity
OF controlling myself before Others
reused me, and going to the glass, tried
TO smile, for my face was white and
haggard from my woiuI vigil. The eff.
fort was failure, rendering my wretch.
edncss more apparent, Throwing q
shawl around me, hurried to the