Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1883-06-15

l't2lIl mat liz recognizes HIS l'N
sreath, he sees things with new clear
ness. During my long and desperate
illness, | thought Of you with long,
my you can never dream of but |
dared lot send for you. felt that
all my right VAS forfeited. Nor will
| trouble you new. When am dead
You shall learn OF Your freedom. Tn
I'll that time yoa will not hear o! or
from lie again
lie stopped as he finished. She knew
.4at he lifted up the material of her
afess and pressed il moment to his
lips.
Slowly and faltcringly he again
crossed the room His hand was on
-'he knob Of the door, when she broke
the spell that bound her, and rose up
10 her feet
stay, Harold" she sald. Your
place l. here, ltwas yon who deserted
me. You shal lot say that deserted
sou
lie staggered against the wall.
"Oh, my God - hccr.sd; is. this al
Ispgel OF woman who thus speaks to
m.
"It is Do angel" she answered;
"ouly u woman, striving to do the
-ansy so plainly marked out before
her.
But the strength which had upheld
him Ia his hoTelessness now failed
bin. With great cry, he cast him
'sslf down At htr feet. striving IN vain
TO check the sobs which so crueIly
(rent him.
} Very gently she sootLeI him. She
| (aad no time 10 r,ailzc her own misery,
kiDtii. at last, she left him. quiet aud
slssplng, IN room beneath her roof.
How the night passed she never
"a ,w. With locked hands Clasped,
aseTore her, she sa, watching the IRE
L ell it TeEish,d, watching the dawn
conscious neither OF heat nor
-, Of day nor darkness, until, at
nire O'Clock. |eT mid TT0U-GF 4 cup
Of coffee To her door. The servants
has been aprsis,d Of the masters re
tutp the night before She took the
totl,y now aud drank Il.
When Mr, Winston comes she
sand. admit him your.clf, Marie and
brlr- hm Immediately here 10 me.
IN hour later her door opened.
Not dressed. my darling. cried i
harry voice. Sydney, in Gods name
MIA, has harp,u.d:"
tvr Et .aw the white, hsggard face,
appraised 80 Ils,ousiy 'o his.
With marvellous strength ard calm
voice ste told him all. He listened
silently uuiII she had quite finished,
and thcu with one bound, he had
gathered her to bls arms.
w hat Is thg, man to you that he
should take YOU from me: You are
mine mine never viii forceo my
clam, :"
At the old. lcudcr masterfuluess Of
his torys, her womauhood rtassertcd
itself She bowed her head uron his
breast. aud burst into a passion oi
sobs
My lo,c-my cwr.." he whispered.
Our Wedding day has dawued-you
are nire. Oh, my darling, come to
me-
But now she lifted up her face
He Is my husband. George,' she
saId. My duty lies with him. Now,
leave me. | can bear no more. You,
who have always sand you loved me
best IN my "omanhood, my purity
YOU would no: tempt me to SIN? No,
dear. Leave me and forget me. lou
are young-you have but 10 look for
happiness aud to find it,"
No, Sydney. cannot resist your
words. You bid me 90, and obey you.
But, iirst, love, | exact u promise
when Yea are free, send ne word. !
will leave an address where Il letter
will always reach me. Imust put the
ocean between us-l could not stay
here aud prove obedient else; but, my
own, | never will renOnuce my claim
and be it one year, or ten, or twenty,
one line will bring me to your side, to
/ leave 1t never again.
Then, with Il thousand mad kisses,
he scaled the promise he had exacted,
and went ont from her. believing earth
held no such wretched man us he.
Five years had passed-tive years to
Sydney Reed of faithful, devoted duty
five years during which her love and
care alone fostcrrd the feeble spark Of
| life in Harold Reeds remorseful heart,
and then he laid the heavy burden
down, and with his last words muir
murs of grateful love and blessing,
/ the tired eyes closed, shutting out
/ Torevermore the vision which all these
years had been their light and glad
ness
She had had no word from George
Winston all this time. He had kept
lis promise faithfully. For year
longer, she, too, would be silent. and
then-ah, then she would send for
him. Once more she would look into
his face-once more listen to his voice.
They might be friends only, but
would friendship e'er before have been
so sweet? The love she long repressed
as sin again held sway. 1t had burst
its fetters and had renewed its strength.
When the time came for her to write the
letter, she know not how to word it,
though every day for months she had
fancied the hour when she should pen
it. But at last she wrote these simple