The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1882-11-08

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case?" asked poor Sarah.
Il shall keep it and prize it dear
ly."
Then don't tell your wife. or she
might make you put it away; some
women are so very jealous. want
you to use IL; it is nice enough TO
use isn't it?n
Il shall use il always"
i am So glad of that"
And after she said say good-bve
to me now, while we are alone then
/ 90 as soon as mother comes back.
He understood. He kissed her
and laid her head upon his should
er, and called her many 4 dear and
tender name.
"Good-bye, Sarah" he said. as
they heard Mrs. White making ner
slow way up.
Goodbye" she answered. almost
passiouately.
You will never know how love
you; 1t Is much better for me TO 20.
much better"
Then once more, and for the last
time, their lips met. Weak with
that strain of love, she fell back
quite exhausted, only able to whis-
per Go, nothing after that.
He did as she wished. feeling al
most sure that he should see her no
more; and he was right.
That very night the sweet. pure
spirit passed away. to make its I'M
known Journey all alone.
Poor child, young as she was, she
had known one of life's greatest ex-
periences-that of loving where
there was no hope of love being re-
/ turned.
When Clarkson the next morning
saw the blinds down in Sarahs
room he was not surprised. He had
brought with him, on the chance
that she might still be able to enjoy
them, some beautiful flowers. The
door Of the house stood open. so he
walked straight in and up to Sarah's
room. As be entered he saw that
some one, who was kneeling by the
bed, rose hastily; then he saw that
it was Hilda Ford.
They shook hands silently: he
went over to the bed, and placed the
flowers on the girls bosom. Then,
leaning down, he kissed. very fer
vently, the cold lips that this time
did not thrill under his; he looked
long and lovingly on the face. which
wore a look OF Unearthly rest; then
he rose and turned TO the door.
DO you know where Sarah's
mother Is p
Seeing after her other children.
They have to be seen to. / have
promised Mrs. White that would
do some errands for her in the
neighborhood" "
Are you going now ~
AT once
May walk with you?"
Il should only be too glad if YOU
would !"
Thank YOU. then | Will.
60 together they left the house Of
death and walked out in the bright
October morning.
After they had walked on a little
way in silence Clarkson's first ques-
ton came:
"Was it YOU that called at Whites
( yesterday"
Yes and even in the short time
/ saw her l grew quite fond Of Sarah.
Poor child she Is at rest now. 1
have heard a great deal about you
from them. You seem to have been
their good angel nor are they all
whom you have befriended about
here. Before yesterday | heard Of
you from more than one household &;
you have been doing good work
Thank you, he said simply,
hardly able to realize that he was
with the one woman he had ever
really loved
The minutes were passing. soon
he and she would part TO meet 10
more
I She was a little paler than usual,
but lOvelier than ever. He would
have liked there and then 70 have
gone down on bis knees before her
o, bards, bards We who prate OF
the romance Of lovers In gardens,
lovers in woods. and where not be-
sides, so long as il Is a place where
romantically inclined persons would
ike to be, why not at once own the
truth that there Il often as much
sentiment connected with places Of
the most unrOmantlc kind.
Write, o, poet, novelist;
"The scent OF lilies growing IN 4
high-walled garden, the nightingale's
passionate strain, all the charm and
music of summer night-wili these
not always bring to his mind, If he
could ever for one moment forget It,
that face OF hers a. he saw il IN the
full moonlight, and recall the low
music Of her voice ?"
MTite, U, prose, teller Of facts
The sound Of jingling trambells
London bridge with great ships Viz
ible therefrom open stalls, with
men calling out their wares the
smell issuing irOm overlooking gin
palaces, these, though he Is perfectly
familiar with them, will for al time
be 10 Paul Ciaskson associated with
the woman he loved.
He was so silent, that at last she
said to him:
Why don't YOU talk TO me ~
Because. I'm thinking Of you 90
much. To see you again Il Ike
great light falling on eyes Just open
ed. / am dazzled by you"
She did not answer, but walked
on in a very business-like manner.
Presently she said
Sarah was very fond Of you do
you think she was really too fcnd Of
you ?"
Il am afraid she was getting 70
care for me at the end j never
meant her 10 but / suppose You
won't believe that p
Yes, viii / don't think you
did firt with Sarah. poor child
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