The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1882-12-13

party had gone on, knowing nothing
Of the accident; and that Mr.. Charles
Constant had arrived at my fathers
in farmers cart, to tell them that
| was dead at the bottom of the
"Great Delf.n
~ should only have killed myself
if I'd gone after her." he said, seven
if had not been so bruised and hurt"
That was true enough, and l did
not blame him, although l thought
that l, woman though was, would
have got to him somehow. But, you
see, | called him Mr.. Constant. He
was never Charlie to me again.
had been very much hurt, and
after weeks and weeks had passed
away began to know that was not
likely to be myself again.
asked Doctor Garcia to tell me
the truth.
Gould you bear it if it we're so9"
he asked.
81 begin to think we can bear any
thing" said; land you need not say
any more"
After that, the next day, sent for
Mr.. Constant. don't want to tell
you what passed, but. when he went
away he had my ring again, and |
knew he had never loved me. 1t was
very hard to bear-very, very hard;
but, as l said, we can bear anything
that can befall US.
Summer came slowly. When it
was warm, began to sit up again,
and to try to knit little; and then
Doctor Garcia began to take me out
for ride. He used to lift me in and
out of his little carriage like a baby,
and he petted me like one. am
sure he spent half his fees in buying
books for me. He was the only one
of the young men who troubled them.
selves about me now, aud do you
wonder began to love him? used
to cry to think | had not felt in that
way when dared hope to make a
man happy by loving him. If he
could do. all this out pity, what
would he not do for love? 1t never
came into my mind that anybody
could love me now, until one evening
he came and told me so.
"More than ever, darling' he said.
"More than ever!"
nestled up against him, and hid
my face on his shoulder, and cried
lik baby.
81 ought to say no, l said. "What
good am | to any one?"
But he kissed mech, how he
kissed me! And he told me | was
more to him than any one else the
world could give; and then l told him
that was what he was to me, for in.
deed, indeed he wasl
"lf could only walk about as
used, said, ''and look pretty, and
be useful again! | am ashamed to
give you this helpless little me-"
"You are always pretty" he an.
swered; always, alwaysl"
But | felt that he did not hope |
should walk. The fall had paralyzed
my limbs, you see.
Mother put me to bed that night,
as usual, and | lay awake for hours,
thinking of him, and longing for
health and strength to be Of use t.
him who loved me so. And, Amy
such strange thing happened! In
the middle Of the night l thought
that | awoke, and q beautiful woman
stood near the bed. | looked, but
felt no fear, and she smiled on me
and then d sense of relief came over
me | never had experienced before.
Doubtless it was all a dream; hut
when l did awake, l felt that some.
thing had happened to me. The
numbness was gone; | could move
and from that moment l began to
feel well.
| am almost as strong as ever now
Though | know am not so pretty,
and perhaps shall never be; but
suit Garcia, and | am content-nay,
am more than that-thankful and
happy beyond all the power of words
to tell; and as l sit here looking at
the river, and thinking that ,o.mor.
row will be my wedding.day, hon
estly believe no living woman can be
| sO hlest ne Inck Enroio,e w;fa. onJ