The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1884-03-05
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tenacity cfllife, and she grew bet
Etet bysloH degrees.
4 One warm April Afternoon, when
lthe wintermoaths he'd given place
Ito spFiag, Alison, leaning on The
Farm of her mother, vent to sit on
1.-THE porch. She was very feeble
lyak 1. was the first she had Sax
there since that memorable eys.
.lhing with her iltiatel lover.
There she remained thinking and
dreaming. They could not per.
saade her toeomain, aud 50 wrap
hped her in d warm shawl.
Sunset neon, and was almost
IDS beautitqls curious, perhaps, that
Iit shebld;b5 80, asthe one hc aud
She had watched together more
then six months before. The bril-.
Hunt beams shone like molten gold
lin sho glowing west; The blue sky
.fa1ouad vas aOckod Rithpink aud
amethyst. Alison's eyes were FIX
-. u 4.
cd on the lovely scene with an en-
raptured gaze, her lips slightly
parting with emotion.
"AlisOn, what are you thinking
Iol2p
"of him, mother. OF his happi.
ness. He is living in all that
glorious beauty. / think there
must have been an unconscious
provision in his mind by what he
said that evening as we watched
it, that he should soon bo there.
Oh, mother, l wish / was going to
himl ! wish I could be with him
tomorrow"
The mother paused; she felt in.
clined to say something, but she
feared the agitation it might cause.
@Nyell, well, child, you are get.
ting BETTER" she presently ans
wered.
"Yes, 1 do gel better" sighed
the girl. II suppose IL plepsed
God that / shonld."
"Time smoothes all things, Ali.
son. In time you will be strong
again and able to fulfill life's var
ious duties With a aest. Trials are
good-oh so very goodl for The soul.
But for meeting with them we
might never learn the way tc
heaven"
Alison did not answer. Her
feeble hands were clasped in ST.
lent nrayer, her face was lifted to
The glories Of the eyning sky.
1t was at The same sunset hour,
an evening or two later, that Ali,
son, who vas picking up strength
daily, strolled away to the church
yard. She wanted to look for a
newly,mado grave in that corner
where so many Of the Watkyns
lay buried.
She could not see it; the same
grave.stones that we're there before
we're there now; there was no
fresh one.
perhaps they opened the old
vault for him." thought Alison, as
she sat down on a bench just in
side the gate, for sho vas too weak
to walk buck again without a
rest.
The sun was going down to,
might without any loveliness, just
as a crimson ball, which seemed to
give red light TO the atmosphere,
and to light up redly the. face Of a
pale, tottering man who was COM
ling up to the gate by the help Of
q stick. Hehalted when he reach
cd it. Alison turned sick and
faint with all manner Of emotions
as she gaacd at him, fright being
uppermost.
"AlisonI"
"Thomas!"
BE held out his hand; he came
inside; his pale, sad face wore for
her its old sweet expression.
"oh, Thomas, l thought you
we're dead" she burst out in d
storm of sobs. 81 came here to
look for your grave. l thought
l had killed you"
"They thought I was dcad at
first. They thought for a long
Tins that l should die" he ans.
wered, as he sat down beside her,
keeping her hand in his. "But
the skillful medical men have
raised me up, under God. l hope
in time to be strong and well
again"