The Penn's Grove record., 1883-09-15

1t was not strange, that IN THIS hour,
realizing his own loyalty and tender
ness. he should rail at justice as the
veriest of myths.
The days passed slowly, drearily, to
Saidee with each, her love for Viii
fred Hare, growing deeper, her grief
sharper more uncomfortable.
Come what will, no power on earth
shall separate me from you"
Morn, noon and night these words
came back to her, and with them a hope
to feed upon. Surely all would he
right, she thought. He could not give
her up he was only angry with her I;
he would come to understand and for
give her, and then all would be well
again.
These were uneventful days, till, n
morning, the news was brought to Sal
dee that Aunt Ruth could not live !
that, contrary to expectation, the Pc
culiar troubles that had resulted from
her injuries were developing fatally.
Her gentle heart smote her, for often,
often, this latter time, she had regretted
her promise in her anguish, wish she
had broken it. Awhile, remorse ban
ished all else from her thoughts but
love is a mighty king, and poor Aunt
Ruth had not been long under the sod
ere it regained the mastery.
He would surely write, now that
Aunt Ruth was dead he would surely
understand.
So she was musing n twilight,
when there came a knock at the door,
and a letter was handed to her. AT the
sight of the familiar writing she could
not repress a rapturous cry, despite the
presence of the new servant, who knew
nothing of Wilfred Hare her trembling
fingers could scarcely break the seal.
And when she did
Only "A wedding-card, the little note
she had written him, and the line -
at is but right | should restore to
you your pledge"
Wilfred Hare had proven himself.
She read it, she broke into a fit OF
hysterical laughter, and then, not know
ing what she did, she cropped it, and
went down and out over the lawn, far
into the maple grove. Looking ahead
dreamily, she saw Mark Vale coming
toward her. He had heard of this he
was coming vaguely, with only the
thought that he must comfort her.
She waited for him, she stretched out
the hand which still held the card with
a dreamy smile.
mark" she said ''did you know
Wilfred was married !? Did you
know"
She could say no more, the full real
ity had broke.
He had endured much, he could not
endure the look on her face. With a
sudden, uncomfortable impulse, he
threw his arms around her and drew her
to his breast.
"Oh, Saidee forgive me, forgive me,
but | cannot see you so ~
So cried Mark Vale quite terrified
at his act, striving vainly to loose his
arms. To his surprise she did not resist
him He even fancied she chung to
him.
ssDo not sent me away ~ a voice
foated up to him. 81 have only got you
to love me, and know you love me very
much"
Was this a delusion, or was she mock
ing him in her despair 7?
"Saidee, "hemurmured, bewilderedly,
'tdo youmean that-that you could mar
ry ms ?'
He was all she had. Hers was "a
nature to crave a prop it seemed to her
that moment, that never a love was so
sweet to woman as Mark Vale's was to
her.
II loved Wilfred," she answered,
brokenly. But | have lost love,
and | must have love or my heart
will break. Dear Mark if you can
love Inc 50, | will he a good wife to
YOU"
"Saidee p
With fhe one word wherein Law his
soul, he drew her gently, almost e V
erentially, closer tn his madly-beating
heart.
And 50 he married her, and he
is content. For she never repulses
him, his love seems always sweet
to her, and sometimes, of her own
will, she comes and, twining her
arms about his neck kisses him ten
derby.