Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-12-28
THE SAVANNAH MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, DECEMBER 28 1884,

did you go? You need not tell me-" / al
most screamed, covering my eyes as if to
be blind would be bliss. ''YOu need not
have told me q falsehOod. How dare you
ever to ask my trust! You did not go
away-hO, l saw your
There was a short pause, in which could
hear his short, hard breath coming and 60
ing, and then he said;
"YOu beWilder me, for it is true that L
came back from my trip in a few minutes
to get an important paper. l came
straight to you to tell why l came, but
you were locked in and paid no heed 20
my heavy knocks. What do you mean by
my falsehoOd, Miriam?"
/ knew how cruel he was when he could
call me Miriam. 1t gave me boldness to
tell him all, for my mood was desperate.
Il care not for your added talsehOods.
Would YOU try to make me believe you
were patiently waiting for me to open
the door when l saw you fondled by
wOman's caresses?" Growing stronger |
raised upon my elbow and went on des-
perately: what can you say to that!
You look guilty, for l know it was you
whom L saw upon that mysterious balcO-
ny idly lying there with wOman's love-
touch upon your face, while I-Oh meTci-
full pOwers-is it strange that 1 went wild
and shrieked to think how l loved you?
You have deceived me! Your whole life is
a Iie!' / walled in his ears.
l was looking at him then and saw that
changes swept across his features like
dark clouds driven by the wind.
Something in his looks began to calm
my wild anger. How could he feign the
tenderness that shone upon me, though l
poured out such dreadful words? Though
for awhile he was silent, it was impossi-
BILE for me to mistake the lOvelight that
came out bright into his eyes, while he
held out the hand that | would not touch.
The magic power of his love for me at last
prevailed, for whatever of mystery lay be-
meath all this sorrow it was my blessing,
my anchor, that | could not doubt the
language Of his eyes when they told me
the story they were telling then. Grow
ing humble and gentle l begged him to
tell me all, lest die.
"Oh! little wife, how gladly would l
clear myself in your eyes. How weak L
am growing when l know not what to say.
VIII you believe me when l tell you that
have told you no falsehoOd? L trusted
you when an hour ago / came and you
would not let me in. | tried to think that
you were gone out, and waited with only
love and trust. VIII you not trust me
now?"
81 Al YOU wish to know why did not heed
your first knocks" l said, 1alntly, Aau
smut out ANNA DuV saw IL"
ed and l forgot my vows of trust. If nv
faith must live through all this-yOu can
nUs .T,C,"oet those passionate words of mine
You will learn to desplso me-"
Never! neVeri" he exclaimed. "Ohly
come again to my heart. | cannot blaze
you, my poor dove, for all you might say
can only pray that you may have
strength to believe in me and we may be
happy-we have been so happy-oGly this
morning. 1t is in vain for me to explain
what you saw, but l am, at least, free to
say that am true to you, my wife, my
blessing"
loved him. l could not live without his
love, so once more, for better or for worse,
L chung to him and tried to smile.
Our union was so sweet that l made a
grave over the ugly phantoms of the
morning and promised it should be closed
forever.