The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1884-11-07
VOL. I.

'l6nueT anu pltiSdul tnOuRuts, L KNEW IOey
meant
1t seemed as If her kiss with me she'd sent;
Then became once more her humble lover.
And said, "To-night I'll ask forgiveness of her. ;,
went home over-eary on that eve.
Having contrived to make myself believe.
BY various signs kind o. knew and guessed,
thunderstorm was coming from the west.
CTis strange, when one sly reason fills the
heart,
How many honest ones will take its part:
dozen first-class reasons said twas right
That should strike home early on that night J
Half out of breath, the cabin door swung.
With tender heart-words trembling on my
tongue;
But all within looked desolate and bare:
My house had lost It's soul,--she was not there
A penciled note was on the table spread,
And these are something like the words 1t
said:
"The cows have strayed away again fear;
watched them pretty closes don't scold me
dear.
And where they are, 1 think nearly know:
heard the bell not very long ago
I've hunted for them all the afternoons;
I'll try once more-I think I'll find them soon
Dear, If Il burden have been to you.
And haven't helped you as 1 ought to do,
Let old thine memories my forgiveness plead;
I've tried to do my best-I have, indeed.
Darling piece out with love the strength
lack,
And have kind words for me when get back"
Scarce did give this letter sight and tongue
Some swift-blown rain-drops to the window
chung,
And from the clouds rough, deep growl pro-
ceeded:
Ny thunder storm had come. now twasn't
needed.
/ rushed out door. The air was stained with
black:
Night had come early, on the storm-cloud's
back:
And everything kept dimming to the sight
save when the clouds threw their electric
light;
When, for IL fash, SO clean-cut was the view,
ia think 1 saw her-knowing twas not true.
Through my small clearing dashed wide sheets
of spray,
As IL the ocean waves had lost their nay;
Scarcely pause the thunder-battle made.
In the bold clamor of Its cannonade.
And She while WAS sheltered. dry and warm.
Was somewh here In the clutches of this storm!
She who, when storm frights found her at her
best,
Had always hid her white face on my breast!
Ny dog who'd skirmished round ME all the
day,
Now crouched and whimpering, in corner lay
dragged him by the collar to the wall,
pressed his quiverng nluzzle to Il shawl
Track her, old boy" shouted; and he whIned.
Matched eyes with me, as If to read my mind.
Then with yell went tearing through the
wood
I followed him, as faithful rs could.
No pleasure-trip was that, through food and
fame;
We raced with death; we hunted noble game.
All night we dragged the woods without avail;
The ground got drenched-we could not keep
the trail.
Three times again my cabin home found,
Half hoping she might be there. safe and sound;
But each time twas an unavailing care:
NY house had lost its soul; she was not there!
When, climbing the wet trees next morning
Laughed at the ruin that the night had done
Bleeding and drenched, by toll and sorrow
bent
Back to what used to be my home / went.
But as neared our little battle-ground
Listen.-I heard the cow-bell's tinkling sound
1t CLEANED upon my glad eyes like star.
Brave heart" said, "for such a fragile form!
She made them guide her homeward through
the Storm
Such pangs of JOY never felt before.
"You've conner shouted, and rushed through
the door.
Yes, she had come--and gone again. She lay
With all her young life crushed and wrenched
away
Law, the heart-ruins of our home among,
OF far from where killed her with my tongue.
The rain drops glittered mid her hairs long
strands,
The forest thorns had torn her feet and hands.
could trace
Upon the pale but sweetly resolute face.
once again the mournful words could read,
ave tried to do my best-I have, indeed"
And now I'm mostly done; my story's DER;
Part of 1t never breathed the air before.
'Tisn't over-usual, 1t must be allowed,
To volunteer heart history to Il crowd,
And scatter 'nongst them confidential tears,
But you'n protect an old man with his years;
And wheresoe'er this story's voice can reach,
This is the sermon would have 1t preach:
Boys uylng kites maui III thci
birds:
You can't do that way when you're flying
words.
Careful with fire. is good advice we know:
Careful with words" Is ten times doubly so.
Thoughts unexpressed may sometimes fall
back dead
But God himself can't kill them when they're
said
You have my life-grief; do not think u minute
Twas told to take up time There's business
In 1t.
1t sheds advice: whoe'er will take ana live II.
Ia welcome to the pain 1t costs to give 1t.
WI Carleton.
The heart often leads to the sheerest
folly.
After all, how often our reason fails IFS
at pinch.
With men, friendships mean something,
and last.
In the saddest life there is always some
compensation.
Meddling rarely accomplishes anything
except mischief.
There are hidden laws that control and
shape our lives.
Woman learn more through their hearts
than their heads