Daily Los Angeles herald., 1884-01-29

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through; but still the coughing
went on, and finally, in despair,
she few to Johns room, to find
it vacant and this note on the bu-
reau:
MY WIFE Only this once let
me say It: The two years that
have been bliss to me have been
torture to you'll shall never for
get your words-your young life
shall rot he wasted. May God
bless you, and may you be harry
is the heart brok IN prayer Of Gusi
this once, darlingl
The tears that cainV now to our
Agnes's eyes were, oh ! SO differ
ent from the ones this summer
uoondsy saw. Now was the
world dark indeed. The packing
was forgotten in little Johnnie's
means and cries. aud soon after
the graymorniug came baby had
folnd q brighter morning, one
that never fades to night, even
beyond the suns rising, and
where It never sets. Obi that
terrible day; the longing that
John should come and see the lit
tie, white, cold face, that he
would only come. and there in
this little silent presence help her
to begin anew, show her how,
now that her heart was desolate, |
10 take up the burdens Of life, |
and be thankful for the blessings |
God sent. Again she looked
throsgh her tears from the little
sitting room window with a more
broken feeling in her breast than
had ever como to her before, she
felt the words 10, John!' futter-
ing from her lips when the little
gate opened, and some men. and
none Of them John. came bearing
something between them. Twas
John, she knew instantly, all
bruised and torn, and dying, or
dead---ff6m some accident twas
her John, and be did not know
baby was gone; twas her John,
all gone from her, and not in love
"Oh! cannot. cannot" sne said
aloud-and opening her eyes
found her own John smiling into
her own. and heard him joyously
say, "Whatl cannot kiss me on
our anniversary, nor thank me
for the new piano these fine fell
lows have brought from the train2
and where's sonP' OF conrss she
could not speak for chile, and
then I'm afraid you will think she
did not act like heroine, for she
cried great deal more, and
kissed big John and little John,
till l thought she'd smother them
both. and there were the men on
the little porch. she had seen in
her dresm, bringing John. only
twas the piano, and though the
sun was q little lower in the sky, |
the world seemed never 30 bright
before, nor the heliotrope 80 |
sweet, and John o. JohnI how
good be seemed. and the baby, |
how beautiful Her bitter
thoughts had carried her to |
dream. land, and there all this
sorrow met her, but otter that
dream she opened her eyes on a |
different world. and she told me
herself, with many agirlish laugh, |
what I'm almost ashamed to tell
you, that John read her journal
this morning before she~ was
awake, aud that accounted for the
new piano, and thousands OF 9TH
er sweet, dear things that hap
pened to her. Twas a long, long
time before she told John her
dream, and he did not even theu
get courage to tell her he read
her journal; but she knew it, you
see, By few tears she found
there, which never came from her
eyes l met them to-day in the
park, aud she Looked SO sweet
and happy. aud did not have on
the wedding pelissc. Shes a
dear, sweet little woman, and
though John didn't. mean any
thing, Of course. | think i''s hard
TO spend ones youth getting ON
in the world. for-lol when you
have gotten OF the world. you
have gotten Of age as we'll, and
so what does it matter; tbs like
waiting to enjoy a rose till the
leaves are all fallen. and then you
have but the stem, aud possibly
thorn. too. l think even little
Johnnie enjoyed the change and
Im sure big John did. Ii happi-
ness don't help to get on in the