Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1885-07-24

lovers neglect and her fathers APP
preaching end, Jessie consented to his
dying request. A quiet bridal III the
sick room, a few weary, sad days of
watching, and our heroine was an or
phan. a 5ssS ~ @ III 4. u. a "a.
She begged her husband to take her
back to her own home, and in anot her
week she found herself once more at
their country seat, just out OF New
York.
The evening after their arrival {; let
ter was placed in her hands addressed
to her maiden name. She started at
the sight OF the old, familiar Miss
Jessie" and grew pale to faintness as
she tore open the envelope and recog-
nized the handwriting. a~-..
''What is the matter2" asked Mr.
TreveIlyn, as he marked her pallor.
~ am very tired and willg go up stairs,
| think"
"Have you letter?' he asked.
"Only a note from a friend,' she
quietly replied. t -
III her own room, without even wait
ing to close the door, she read a long,
loving letter from Give, full of self-re-
proaches land sympathy for her--an
accidental meeting of afriend had given
him the first intelligence of herfather's
illness and their Journey South. Why
had not some friend written him for
her? He had been so wounded by her
silence. Now he begged forgiveness for
words ofreproach and GOODNESS. Might
he write he father and claim her as his
,r2 l,o n ,,rli IL
he waited her reply-now the impatient
lover.
Mr.. Trevellyn finished his paper and
his cigar, then looked at his watch and
left the room in search of bis wife.
Through the open door OF her room
he saw her sitting silent and motion
less, the fire OF q chilly May evening
shining on her golden hair. "What a
| picture for my home" he softly whis-
| pered, as he bent over her.
Dear Jessie, there should be no Sc
crets between man and wife. May
see the letter which SO strangely affects
your
"You cannot" she said as she rose
from her chair, no longer the suffering
girl, but the wronged and outraged
| woman. "You cannot, though tell
you from whose pen it came. Dearly
| Hove the man from whom your peril
| dy has forever separated me. My an
swer you shall hear for 1 am your
wife, she bitterly added. "And it
shall.be my care that it reaches MIR.
| Ice"
a night of tears and agony for Jes-
sic, of mingled remorse and rage for
her husband, and she stood before him
in the soft morning light an open let
ter in her hand.
"Mr. Trevellyn, you will hear what
| I have written to my friend:
| My DEAR MIR. LEE.--After IL long, sad
winter passed in the South, at the bedside
OF my ia Their, I have returned to my old
home but-a wife. In the presence OF my
dying father | married his nephew, Mr..
! Trevellyn. This brief note must be a reply
to your letter written u fortnight since
God bless you forever. JESSIE T. Fl"
Years rolled on John Trevellyn
sought the excitement of political life
to forget the past. Jessie's beauty aud
grace was everywhere acknowle'lg ed;
but it was the perfection of the statue
which no loving heart and hand had
warmed into happy life.
Within a few months after nine years
of married life, John TrevelIyn died,
! but not before he had confessed to J es-
sic in bitter, penitent huniliatio the
deception practiced toward Give Lee
and herself, and freely, even lovingly,
she had forgiven him.
But the old wound was not healed
and the remembrance OF her old lover
--now a diplomat at q foreign court
was ever one of mingled pleasure and
pain.
| On themorning OF which we write Mrs
Trevellyn had seen in daily paper the
absence OF ten years, had returned to
his native land for a. brief visit. With
Il world OF memories stirring her heart
to it's very depth, she had almost in
voluntarily wandered out to the old
tree.
"How strange" she said, as she
walked slowly toward her home an
hour later. "How strange that Give
should not know me! Ii he but knew
the TRUTH But I can never tell him;
the honor of the dead forbidsit.
As Jessie stepped toward the little
stile which divides the woody upland
from the meadow beyond, she saw
Give Lee quietly sitting on it's lower
step, like one who waits for another
As she came slowly forward he sprane
from his seat, and with outstretched
arms barred her way as he said
"Jcssie, I have come for you! I de-
nland my own--that for which have
SO long and patiently waited"
There was no Whispering boughs'
to tell us what the lovers said
Enough for us to know that three
months, afterward there was quiet
happy wedding and Give Lee and Jes
sic lett for their New Eden over the
sea, leaving all the sorrowful past be
hind them at the little stile.