The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1882-12-06

ry, your books. Perhaps We can save
some of them for you"
but you, Edirh?" he said amazed
81? Mr., MorrelI tells you espec'
tally that my property is safe. Five
hundred year." she said with a sill
very laugh. "How little it is com.
pared with what you had; but have
seen time before when five hundred
u year seemed positive wealth."
"But, Edith, child, you do not un,
derstand; have lost everything, ]
can no longer give you diamonds,
laces, velvets. | cannot carry you
from place to place, wherever the
whims carry US, IL can give you
nothing"
| His face was ashen white, and his
eyes rested upon his wife with a pit
cons, mplorins look, as if entreat-
ing her pardon for some wrong. She
put her arms about him, and drew
him down beside her upon the sofa.
Then she rested her head upon the
broad shoulder, and put her hand in
his before she spoke.
Edward, my husband" she said,
gently, "do not grieve for me. | was
brought up in a school of compare
tive poverty. The income my faith
er left me was gathered together at a
cost of priva'ion l can never describe
to you. | was never in house so
beautiful as Elmgrove. l never had
anyone to speak to me so kindly as
you spoke. My father had given me
an education, and my teachers were
fond OF me; but he seldom spoke to
me. I was desolate child!n
Edith! Edith!' her husband said
tenderly.
"Then you took me home. You
spoke to me gently; you cared to
have me near you. You"-Edith's
tears were falling fast-"you loved
me. You so noble, so good, so rich,
stopped down to love poor little me.
Edward, nobody ever loved Inc in all
my life but you. You gave me every
wish of my heart; but all the pleas
nres, all the indulgencies, were moth
ing beside your love"
Edward Lancaster was too much
moved to speak. Never before had
Edith torn the veil from her heart as
she was doing now, and the certainty
he was rapidly gaining that she had
given love for love was a happiness
too overpowering to find vent in
words.
"And yet" Edith said, softly,
"there was always one wish ungrat-
ified. Do you think | undervalue all
the sacrifices you have made for me.
| appreciate the care for me that has
made you leave your home, your
books, to take me about in the gay
world. saw that it made you hap.
py to have me dress handsomely, to
have me invited into society and en-
JOY its pleasures. But in all these
three years have scarcely seen you.
| have craved a home where we could
be all in all to each other; where no
claim of the guy world should come
between us. Not grand home,
with servants to perform every task,
but home your wife could beautify
with her own hands. Now we will
find one, my husband. ] nm long
ing to show you how nicely can
cook; how daintily lean clean room.
While you read, | will work; and in
the evening we will sit together in
our sitting room and be far happier
than we are in these crowded hotels.
And, Edward, if we are very saving
we can buy back your books. There
are all my jewels; surely they will
buy some?"
Edith stop! My own happiness
bewilders me. You love me like
that? You will be happy in poor
home, cooking and working for me?'
Edith lifted her shining, dark eyes
to the noble face bending over her,
and drew down her husbands head
till her lips touched his.
81 love VOu-I love vou" she