Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1883-09-06

but his wife was still hopeful, for he would
talk of what he intended to do when he re-
covered. One night, about twelve o'clock,
I was summoned to the poor fellows room.
He lay gasping for breath, and his wife,
beautiful even in grief, sat holding ms
hands. The end soon came, and saw her
bow her magnificent head in despair.
81 didnot see Mrs. Delure, the fair widow,
for few days after the funeral. Then she
came to bid me goodbye. >,
"When the memory of your husband al
fords melancholy pleasure, instead of
deep grief, will you not write to me?' L
asked.
"'I don't know she replied. 1 don't
feel as though l shall evera again be disposed
to write, but thank you for the deep inter-
est you have taken in me, and hope some
day to meet you again.
"You are young, Mrs. Delure, and so am
l. We may live a long time. We may
meet again. would like though, to gain
one promise that, five years from now, you
will write to me, if for no other purpose
than telling me that you are we'll
"'But l may not be WE'LL she replied,
with a faint smile that went to my heart.
"'Then promise to tell me whether you
are sick or well?' 49,,
"Why, if T am living, / will be either
sick or well, and if I'm dead, l cannot write,
you know and again the faint smile, like a
softened twilight, passed ever her face.
"'Write to me anyway"
"'I WILL she said, as she entered the
hack. Il will write just as soon as can "
II returned to Arkansas and resumed
my practice, but business cares did not re-
move the image Of that beautiful face Day
and night my thoughts, sometimes anX-
ious almost beyond endurance, wandered
back to the watering place. Once l dreamed
of that quiet, sad smile, and awakening, L
found that the first beams of a rising moon
were lighting my chamber.
"TwO years passed, and heard nothing
from Ella, as had learned to think OF her.
At last / determined to go again to the
watering place. One evening, after l. had
been there few days, was strolling on the
mountain, when / chanced to stroll near
Delure's grave. Fearing voices, Iapproach-
ed cautiously 1 stood behind tree. The
moon came out, and I saw Mrs. Delure and
a man sitting near the grave.
"'I cannot marry yOu,' she said. You
have been very kind to me, and have great.
ly aided me in getting my school, but L
cannot marry YOU
"'Do you ever expect to marry again."
he asked.
81 don't know. There is one man whose
memory | love. He was with me when
my husband died. i'll were to marry any
one / would marry him. l promised to
write to him, and / have tried dozen
times, but each letter seemed like love
letter.
''I could stand no more, and eXclaiming
Ella l rushed from my hiding place and
caught her in my arms. The man looked
on for moment, and turned away.
"Our arrangements were soon completed.
Our wedding was quiet and simple and i'm,
mediately after the ceremony, we started
for my home in Arkansas.
eve began housekeeping at once, and
know there was not a happier man in town
than l. One evening, while Ella and L
were sitting in the twilight, she said:
"'I never saw a man so little Interested
in any ones history as you are. You have
been acquainted with me long time now,
and have never asked me anything about
my former SELF
"'Your present SELF replied, belongs
to me; your former self did not. l am
never anxious about anything that does not
belong to me-
,"'Do you know that used to live in this
State?
"'Did you?' asked in surprise.
eyes she said, in a saddened tone. i
have been three times married. My first
husband was named Dawes, but he was
bad man, and died by the hand of the law
"Great heavens! | had hung her hus-
band. ."-Hopkinton Traveller.