Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1884-11-29

udpS, uuI-Ous Juitdu, WY uid l
ever marry a widower! She is as
much my rival now as if she was a
living aud breathing woman. Julian,
| hate. her !"
"Harry! Harry!" -
"Giye me that picture !" cried the
young wife, snatching the photo
graph from the desk, and retreating
a pace or two, as if she feared to he
pursued +" 1t shall not lie beside you
at your work. You shall not carry
it next your heart when you go out
of the room!''
She paused as ifexpectins volley
of OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES a stern
reproof-but he never spoke word.
He only looked at her with sad,
grave eyes.
"Julian," she hesitated, more en-
treatingly, "may / have 1.-THE
photograph"
1
eyes," he answered. 81 can re-.
member how she looked, without
any counterfeit presentment. Yes,
you may have it, if Harry, that is
your DESIRE"
And Harry vanished out of the
room, half-delighted, half-terrified,
at what she had done. Swift as
an arrow she darted down to a cool,
shady nook, at the foot of the gar
den, where crystal trout-stream
gurgled under the shadow of cano-
py Of elm leaves and a twisted root
formed a sort Of rustic seat.
"Shall fling il into the stream 2"
she asked herself. "Shall tear it
upW
But as she looked at the soft, calm
feature, gentler mood crept over
her.
How wicked and babyish am I"
she said. No, no! ] will not tear up
your face, sweet saint. l should
have loved you, too, if you had been
living-will try to love you now,
because he loved you Look down
from your throne in heaven, dear,
white-robed angel, and helped me
to sit in your seat at his board, to
share your place in his heart u
And CHANGING fearfully around her,
lest she should be observed, she
kissed the photograph once, twice,
three times, and placed it in her
bosom.
When she came back to the house
she was more quiet and more silent
than usual, but she did not offer to
give back the photograph to her
husband.
Was she jealous of it still
And Julian Morny went quietly
on with his labOrs-the labors in
which his first wife had shared so
intelligently and helpfully.
He had loved his beautiful Evange.
line SO truly and passionately. She
had been SO entirely part of his ex.
istence, that when she died it seem
ed impossible that he could ever
place another woman in the empty
niche of her being.
But as time dulled the first sharp
edges of his SORROW, and pretty
Harry Unions winning graces stole
into his heart, he began to realize
that he was not yet an old man nor
hermit.
He looked at Evange's picture.
"She would have bid me be happy"
he said. "She would have told me
that it was no disloyalty to cheer
the darkness of my life with second
love-"
So he married the smiling young
beauty, and the only grief that can
kered his heart was Harry's insane,
unreasonable jealousy of her dead
rivals memory.
Julian was no expert in reading
the hieroglyphics OF a woman!
Harry" he would say, with a
panied expression upon his face, III.
you loved me, you would not talk in
this way"
1t is because do love you that
| cannot help talking in this way"
she demonstrated, and then her ten
der coaxing little articles would be
redoubled.
"If you would only forget her,"
pleaded Harry if you would only
tell me that l am past and present
both to you"
| But he smiled aud shook his head.
"Sweetheart," he would say, you
are the sunshine Of my present.
With my past no living touch can
NEEDLE. Is not that enough ~
Mop Harry cried, at is not
enough ~
| And after she had taken trium-
plant possession Of the picture, a
new shadow seemed to darken silent
| ly on his forehead
He was as tender as ever to the
child wife, whose presence lent such
fascination to his home. He did not
ask for the return of the photograph,
but he felt that there was something