Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-12-28

the terrace. we had just come from the
room of our invalid mother, who was
deep in the pages of an interesting book
and did not wish TO have anyone sit with
her. Eugene had business call that was
to carry him several miles from home and
would detain him until the afternoon.
My sunshine of late was sure to depart
with him; the flowers fragrance nd the
birds sweet songs did not delight me in his
absence, and my heart always sunk with
an undefnable dread.
l could not resist saying this time:
"Would the day We're over and you safe
ly at home"
SIS home so dreary indeed without me 20
he asked. while his EMBEDDING arm drew
me closer.
cit seems to me,' 1 answered, fervent-
ly, ''that even Eden would be charmless
now if you were not there"
He looked at me tenderlY and yet half
| anxiously.
Il am but a frail mortal, at best, little
one-a poor sun for your heaven"
ooh! mop | said, looking proudly into
his loving eyes, ''a glorious one! l am
too happy with you; it makes my heart
almost ache as it does when l hear sweet
music that is going to stop after awhile,
or WHEEL take in the breath and beauty
Of flowers that will fade so soon. WHY'S
this, Eugepe?"
sweet pOeJesS." ne Teplleu, Snlllng.
| Would you say as Kinda did of the isle
upon which the moonbeams lay:
"'Oft IN my fancy's wand'rngs.
| I've wished that little isle ha.,, MI;
And we within its fairy boweFs WINGS
we're waited eff 70 seas n"L
Whsree 70. d pulse should beat but ours.
And we should live, love and die alone
! His voice was melody itself, and his
eyes never turned rnc2ir lovelight from me
while be smilingly brushed my cheek with
| the autumn roses that we had Just gath
! cred with the dew upon their petals.
Again rushed over me that aching sense
| Of bliss that made some foolish tears start.
81 would be willing to live so, but is lit
rightr' l asked, thinking of the one who
needed him perhaps more than |.
1t is right for you to love me best out
OF all the world, but the One who gave
you to me has work for us BOTH or our
hearts would not be beating to-day"
The faintest allusiOn to life work ALWAYS
AHOught my hidden treasures to mind, and
there l said:
wish my life work was written down
ne"
ell, you can find it," he responded,
fully, "by going into your room and
t. O''' 0Hii''S 'er~On upon the
vas thinking of the will OF Aunt
m and must have looked grave, for
i'd after bidding me a fourth or fifth
bye:
on must not sit alone so much. Get
ma 10 give you lessons upon the harp;
plays beautifully"
have never heard her." l replied,
e dread came over me.
he shall amuse you to-day, then" he
stepping back upon the terrace and
ing out under the windows of Miss
hnO's room: Gamma, l wish you to
q or up my little wife to-day. Take your
d p into her parlOr and give her a lesson
Is mysteries"
ISIS MilanO was leaning out of the
" dow looking serene and innocent, as if
81 gas ever thus.
al triste, Eugene" she replied, half
in inch, ode harpe e'es not streenged.
We eX is yOu-dOnneZ streengs to me-"
pd voice to insist:
se, Eugene, do not be troubled
abOJ Ne. Indeed 1 love the solitude of
my I'd when you are away, and will
promJ cad that sermon cheerfully to-
day."
With ran in, for fear of his in
sisting vi - waving my peculiar aversion |
My first aG nsR1sSing was to lock
the door, and illiI. own little |
sanctum, WIFI I'D there |
l hoped to be hOuld |
knock fall upOny There |
was still cheery hearth, |
for the early morning ut as the |
day warmed l OpenedN that let |
in the sunlight, and SAY while l
read in my Bible the lea Eugene |
had pointed out. Often ID ponder
ed over the words OF our = + they had
seemed to me until that ing but "a
sealed book. Each verse ed to me
mines of thought. clay nd for your
selves treasures upon earth l read this
over and over as If it was mandate.
Why had Eugene advised N study this
part of Scripture? He must Ee thought
of this verse in connection b the will
Of Aunt Miriam, for it was Pill known
that was her supposed heilM. After
bordering long made a solemn solution
that not another day should ps Without
my asking my husband to 90 me to
the secret chamber. l must hal passed
nearly an hour in reading, wy IN a
vague dreaminess / began lOOkiIl II of
the window. At first my reverie so
deep that l was as one blind to ON "a
things, but by and by a sight awaKSA
me to cruel life. A low murmur of yOiC
attracted my attention first, and then
drew my glance to the spot from whereN
the sound seemed to come. There was
little balcony built. as it seemed, for Orna-
ment only upon the base of the cupola,
and heretofore it had been shaded by
blinds and also by a fancy awning. At
this time the awning was drawn aside as
| if to let in the October sunshine, and lOl
| behind the mysterious blinds was scene
/ opened to my startled visioni The low
/ murmur of voices coming from the place
| of mystery fell upon my keenly-awakened
/ hearing. No sense of honor restrained
me then, nor did pause to think if was
| keeping the letter Of my VOW to my hus-
I I'D ctr tnC tINT nh hn
Stats OF the blinds and saw gentleman
| living upon a couch with his head bent to-
| wards female figure that was crouched
| beside him. His face was turned from
| me. but l could not possibly mistake the
| clear-cut profile of Eugene, nor the dark
waves of his singulaTly beautiful hair
! the hair loved to Irvine about my fingers
and brush into smoOthness that would
! shame the dishevelled mass l looked at
| then. Oh! how my poor heart bounded
| and beat in its awakened agony, for whose
white hand was that lingering among the
waves that were mine to tOndle? l could
see nothing but female figure hidden be-
meath thin mantle, and small white
hand that was caressing my husbands
brow and hair. For the first time l
learned the agony of jealousy. How could
l bear it? Eugene had no sister, and who
else had the right to be there?
The sight must have crazed me for the
| time. The fearful scream OF anguish that
| burst inyOluntarily from my lips sounded
/ afar of and strangely unlike my1yOice. 1t
reached the ears of the loving pair upon
/ the balcony, and While my eyes still
strained their gaze that way the Stats
were hurriedly closed. That one scream
| seemed to exhaust all my vitality, for L
| sank upOn the floor and laid my head
upon the carpet, too wretched even to
/ think. How long l lay there | could not
/ tell. The sound of heavy blows upon the
| door at hast fell upon my ear, but l did
| not move. What mattered it if they
/ broke in upon me? All the events of life
were nothing to me then.
By and by the door gave way before the
/ blows of an AK, and in. rushed Eugene
| pale as terror could make the human face.
My dull eyes scanned his face from
/ where l lay in the inner room. He came
alone. l wondered where was she who
/ cared nothing fol-. my misery. 1t was
/ blessing that no one followed him then,
/ for we needed solitude to hide our shame.
/ He came painting to my side and tried to
| lift me, but l struggled to my feet and re-
\ cOiled from him. He looked about the
/ room in alright, crying:
''WhO is here ?-who screamed? Speak!
/ / seen no one. Could it be your"
/ He tried again to hold me, and this
/ time l was weak, for he carried me to
/ sofa and bathed my face. He said my
/ lips were blue and my face Of a deathly