Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1882-05-11

brought h,m into the green, grassy
lane leading to Jonas Billiards farm.
house.
We will pass over his welcome in that
home where he was so loved, fui
when he retired that night there
were tears in tie prond mothers ey Is
as she pre- sspd her qn:vering lips te
his cheek; aud Jonas billiards. were
not Try.
"Psul's turned ont the right sort o
stuff after ALL He'll do something
for us in our old age yet. Twynt E
bad move, his going off to fnrrlr
parts, was it, mother p
When the old farmhouse WAS still
an the night shadows hat heightened
on Tower Hill, Paul Dill ard softly
lifted the duorlatch of the large "spal
chambe, and stole down the winding
staircas. Sliding back the bolt o1
the old oaEen door, he stood in the
outer air.
He had not slept; many thoughts
crowded upon hi,n-'bon-h's of ber
" hose eyes bad !urtd h,m home ward
The night Wa calm and warn; u
dark blue, sta, studded SIX oont down
upon i'm Two miles dis ant lay
the village n whose snhn' bs on \ lin
den, crowned hill, stood Amos Homer :
mansion H. stood moment on the
broad doo's'rp, then passed down the
.raS., lane md ont into the highway
Ihr, setting off It brisk Iacn, Il
tam in the rod >ur Il brought him m
VI y of Amos Hnmrrs mansion Ev
,,v wrn .0w MS 4h'nze with light
aud ns 'e q ,'nDd closer proximity,
hr paused and I-anr'| against the
white railing which ou'skir'el It."
grounds
Placing ole hand on the railing be
lightly leaped it and stood within
the grounds Of the mansion Nearing
one Of the windows, he looked and
wha, be saw made his heart almost
stand still. Ariadns, his plightrd
wife, in wed ling robes
1t was enough One glance told
him ali. His head on hi. breast and
his thoughts he knew rot where, he
a I, n songrr his home The rlgh'
passed, 'horIh it s-e ned it wuli /
nav-, -nl Anl t1-ra Vas no trace
o, Us fac Of his struggle when he
cam" loNn he u~XI m)rnIng
"Mprhrr he SAID after breakfast,
| shaII have to get away from you
again You VII not think it hari II
| leave for B ,ston Tomorrow. have
some orders that mnst be execute be-
core IL foreign steamer sails
But | thought yea h.i coue t,
,srrv here PauI. And then you a"e
sick, know you are, and you "il'
wpar Yourself onl with work.
20, never fear mother, am not
i'll, look pale ALWAYS, now. II |
have leisure, I will run up among
aeSe New Hampshire hills again ina
fortnight or So but if AM very busy
| shall write for you to bring MARY
to Boston to join me .; yea, mother.
I'll have time yet for rest and recrea
tion before 90 over seas again"
Again, and you must cross the
Atlantic once ore? 0. my son, we
10 not want riches or comforts, if we
are to be divldeu irom you. Do not
90 from home again Stay with Us,
Paul, urged Mrs DiIlhrA.
Nay, mother" said Paul, gently
bat firmly, "you would not have mr
remain hprs an ider. drone. | must
return to Italy
An italian sun was setting behind
4 low range of hills that sklrted Il
broad Roman Campagna, as two trv
elers, one an invalid, aiishts'l from
at an umbe bost-lrie, whose
brown vine. covered walls slept unc er
be protecting shelter Of grove Of
irawf cedars.
The invalid wa, an old man, the
other II beautiful, sad faced woman.
And tba, wasted, wan sufferer, and
hat beautiful, but pale woman, were
John and Aliadne Etherldge.
In all respects shr had been to him
/. faithful wife. And so she had accom-
panied him across the seas to Italy,
lay by day attending him unweared-
y with gentle fingers and tender care.
But John Etheridge was a doomed