The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-11-08

George, do love you love you as l dad not think a heart could love bat once. Can trust you7 Yes; above all things. vii admit that you are right when you say that have been hesitafing because l thought l should not be loyal to WiIlie's fats # lmarried again. It must be right, or ( would not have permitted my heart ss 90 out to you as 1t has dsne, for is not God love, and is it not His will that the hsazt finds shrine for iss earthly devotion? ? You have not asked me the sad story of my life; I would haze told yoo before, but it gives me % much pain. Rus if you will listen. 1 will nov tell-s
 No. no, my love. take you just as you arc. Ny love does not require that you should make your heart bleed in order to show me that you trust me. What day st an we name for our wedding? This is Tuesday, and Thursday week will be Thanksgiving day. Suppose we have it then. wish to tell you the only thing in my life that 1 regret, and that has cost me worlds of suffering and remorse, and which is connected win the memory of Thanksgiving day"
 |" cannot be married on that day, George" she said, very quickly, as tears came into her eyes, and she buried her head on the shoulder of George Berkley, and wept. "l told you that the great sorrow of my life should be known to you, and you refused to allow me to re- late it. It is SO connected with that day, that could not bear to be welded then. We will make ii tomorrow week, the day before Thanksgiving. Will that suit you2" brushing the tears from her beautiful face, and returning his warm kiss.
 "Yes; am content"
 The wedding day dawned as brightly and beautiful as November day can be only in Texas. There was large num- ber of the best people in that portion of the state present; for, while the announce ment only preceded the wedding a few days, the pretty little rich widow. and the wealthy, talented lawyer and congress man elect, were well known, and beloved by all, and it vas generally supposed that |. cir being so often seen together meant something of the kind.
 After the ceremsny, and when the s wee sma' hours were creeping near, and the fair bride was busy entertaining her guests. George was sitting out on the gallery, telling to some old Louisiana frienes few instances of the war. While he was relating one of his guerilla ad- ventures, his wife overheard few words. and was noticed by some of the guests to suddenly listen, and turn very pale as the recital began. Her young husband had completed the story, and said:
 "I was always sorry that did not, at least, allow the gallant young officer (for such nov know him to have been). te go home and take farewell of his wife and child. But my God! if the curse of that young and heartbroken wife should be | [ul61Ied and he ohudd>vad
 Slowly, but very calmly, Nellie got up. | Rer friends noticed that she looked | yhastly, as she walked out on the gallery, md, without saying . word. went to her young husband of only a few hours, l gently pu, her hands on his shoulder, and 1 'aid, oh, so mournfuIly and softly:
 My husband, oh, my darling hus- 'and, am dreaming, or have you been cling ne really romance? Did you ,elp hang that man? And was-his-l ,ame-Colonel--Wilders? ?" and she stood 'taring at him as if paralyzed.
 My Godl Nellie, my loved, what is he matter7 You have not been taking so much to heart, have you? l should 'ot have told such things unless was ure you could not have heard. Here, it down, and l will ian yos.n
 Answer me-did you help hang that nan, and was his name Colonel Wm. Nilders f'
 Yes that was his name. But what las that to do"
 Heaven help me and you! Oh, my Heavenly Father have mercyl My curse 'as come home to him and to me p
 By this time every one was in fever f excitement George, with the others, bought that his wife was lssing her nind.
 You speak of curse, Nellie. What