Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1882-04-06

ner tatneT, 1eTuhHn Ae"'"o'
wore a vague, indefnable air OF hor-
ror that filled her with disnay.
For a moment she stood gazing AT
him, then, with sudden burst of ten
derness, she stopped and rassonately
kissed the cold lips, whispering:
"Oh. my dearest, you never guessed
how | loved you =
The sound Of her words frightened
, her. With hot blush, she dropped
her flowers and fed to her own room
to give wav to a passion Of sobs
The honss vas very stilI-so 'hll that
one might fancy Janets st'hed grlel
could b. heard from cellar to g.rret
suddenly the silence WAS broken by
piercing shrieks, followed by smo h1r
ed excama,ions, suppressed sob1, has
tily whispered commands, snbhnfd
hubbub very unusual tor house OF
grief.
the little monrner needed it not
Exhausted by the weary days which
bad preceded this, she lay on her bed,
brooding nvsr every well-reme'nbersd
look and word.
1t was not till late IN the afternoon
that any one thou, ht Of her; tn sh
waa aroused bv the clatter Of heels
and rustic Of silks that always an
uounced LYDIA Denison y approach
That little lady rushed into the
room with even more th'n her usual
ilnpetuositv, AZ she exclaimed:
"Oh, Miss Sydney, you actually
haven't heard-he's alive ,llve-don I
vou undersrand-not dead but alive,
Janet started ur with wild cry
Who-alive. What-what DO you
mean?' she gaspsd.
He i.n't dead at ALL" cried Miss
Lydia dropping into chair. "Oh !
feel AS il |, WAS dreaming; and TO hink
after parting with him and nearly
lying CT sorrow, and putting or
mourning. and everything else, and
he not dead at all. an.l----Oh, deH,
suppose | ought to be down on ry
knees and saying nv prayers; hnt II
30 happy | cant keep still, for IT do''
se.I m az If it really could ut be true
and hat docto, ought to 20 to State
Prison, In sur-; but he a ways Wal
the only physician dear, darling Her
mann ever nad and to think be II
alive. IL would do your hesrt good
10 see mamma sitting there and look
,up at him, but it WAS cruel to drive
me out Of the room, aud for pity
sake now, Mss Sydney, don't faint,
heg Of YOU don't. / should have toI'
YOU 40 sud |enly if had thought yo'
cared, but, then, everybody tha
knows him loves him There. MI
glad TO see your color coming back
They couldn't help it If tne>y would
and they wonl'n if they conld."
All this MISS Lydia said Nl'hon'
pause of any klnl, while Janet SIT OF
the side Of he bed pale rs death, her
hands tightly cI.sped.
"Do you mean that he, Mr. Dem
son is aliye!' che gasppd, not daring
to believe such joy. Il don't think
quite understand you.
II IN sure don't either, and if
hadn't pinched myself Id think | WA
crazy, aud they all say so, too, and |
this ism t bedlam it must be so.
Then be is alive7 Janet whis
pered. Thank God Thank God /
A happy mist swan before her eve
and a glad song Of thanksgiving rant
in her ears. She could not listen t.
lydia Denison's S excited clatter; "ha
Jared ahe for the how and whv. h
Was alive, her frierd, that WAS enongE
r for her.
Suddenly these words caught he
? attention.
"He says he was perfectly con
!, scious all the time he was in th'
j. trance-no, not all the time, but afte
twelve clock last night, and hi
knew he WAS in coffin and though
D they would put him on ice, aud WI
never can be thankful enough tina
r mamm, would nt have it done, anc
) he tried 80 hard to cry tut he conlin
and be was afraid they would shu
l down the lid and it would have beer
murder, But everybody knows bow
/ dearly we love him, and this morning
, they left him all alans and he said yot