Connecticut western news., 1884-05-14

not, ana salu, Will not. lie was my refuge; He should be my guide.
 When the morrow came, the new hope in my heart made my eyes brighter and my step lighter. As looked out on the beautiful fields, saw the trees rich and ripe with fruit and foliage, felt new life spring up within me.
 Oh, how those days sped by How many happy hours spent on the lake, rowing and dreaming The guests at the hotel called me odd, but I cared not; I never enyied them their round of frivolous gayety. They could not enjoy themselves as I did; they could not draw their pleasure from the same source.
 As the time approached for my de parture, must own l felt painful re- gret, for I must go back to old scenes, and, in measure, to old sorrows.
 My letters to Dr. Elton were so happy, he believed me entirely recovered from my grief. But-I am ashamed to say it-I was not. There were times when voice or look from person would remind me of one once so dear to me. would rush to my room and burst into fit of agonizing sobs.
 There are some wounds that time and change cannot heal; mine was one. If it had come at time when was less trusting, less loving, I could have borne it, but the blow was dealt when my heart was bare to the man loved; 1t lay quivering in his power, and then he thrust it back upon me-torn and bleed ing. Oh, Godl Thou knowest how much have suffered. The eve of my departure arrived, and full of regret I strolled from one favorite haunt to an- other to say good-by. At last I reached the summer house, where, on the day my arrival, l had learned so true and good lesson.
 Putting my arms tenderly about one of the pillars that held it, whispered tearfully and lovingly, good-by, as if to an old friend. The small projections where once branches had been, seemed to sympathize with me, and say we, too. have suffered, and I leaned closer to the old tree that had had so much taken from her.
 heard the stage drive to the hotel and stop; I could hear merry voices in loving greetings. "No one for me-" I sobbed. "Oh l! for loving voice and hand at this weak moment" and drew nearer the bereaved tree.
 I heard footsteps approaching, and hurriedly turning to leave the garden, l saw one whose very presence made me reel. With his face so kind, so loving, he held out his arms and said: ''Have you no welcome for me ?"
 Forgetting pain, grief and cruelty, l threw my arms about his neck and said: "My darling, my darling. Have you come?" The world might have stood and looked then, I cared not. He was mine for that time. and naught could come between us. He drew me closer and with love in his voice he said: My poor little darling, how have prayed for you and sought for you many months. Forgive me the wrong that I did you. I did not know how true you were; they told me falsehoods, and I was not noble enough to let you know. Forgive mel" could only draw the loved one to my heart, and looking into his eyes, filled with love and trust, tell him how much loved him. We forgot the past with its pain, and we lived ill that moment years of bliss. As the moon came peeping over the noun tains that night it came with one joyous bound, it seemed to me. Rodney and love those dear old mountains, and tha pretty little nestling lake rerAinds me of many sweet moments in our happy life.
 HELEN.