Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1885-05-03

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rest Of the story what II may. &d
Father" whispered Patience In
Tom Blackthorn's ear. "A
Hor voice had new life In t. soft a.
low - Il fell upon that strugglioR
brain. #l
mo, 1 say. There's no Dick. "a
killed him--At the glorious battle II
Talavera, fighting like the British IL
for Old England and good King Geordk
Dick, Richard; do you tell me that v
have been on uour knees to that old
All! dead SO Is his daughter; 20 sh1 Y
we all bc. No. You're no son ~
mine. Hes dead; and II he's siivX
he's dead to me. You have disobey@
me; I will never forgive you, never.
you 60 down on your knees. You kno
what mean. Once offend Blac1
thorn, aud there's an end. Be of Wit
you, sir. know you now. You afp
an. undutiful son; ne'er-dO-well
who'll come to the gallows beforp
you've done. You're starved out, sup.
pose, and so--Patlence, never let mo
hear, that wretched scapegrace's name
again. I could have forgiven him. Il
bed only had the spirit TO die for hie
country, like . man. I was proud Of
him then. But now, never let me heaf I,
his name. Oh. Dick-my boy-my
bowl"
"Fatheri' a
And his father ran, and fell on his
neck, and kissed him. And, in rain oil
tears, the cloud that iad fallen oveI1
him melted away.
But who shall say how Stephen and,
Patience met when there were no eyed
but their own to see howp They had
much to tell but IL was soon told--fofa
the first time at least. since It wanted
telling over and over again. But there,
was no need to tell the story for hun-'
dred times in order to know that she
had yielded only to death and duty, and
that he-well, he had been guilty once
of loss of faith, which she never had
been. The woman came out the win
ner IN that; as she has way Of win:
ming. taking her all round. #
my darling! What could think
when saw you in church, and I wilRs
about to Gomez" n
That was all his defence; but It wa6I
strong.
Dearest you should have disbel ievel
your own eyes, as l would have disbos
lieved MINER answered she. 1t wae
all her reply, but it was stronger still. &
''And have been too late.' said hG1
'Oh, Patience, feel As II I had fallen
over precipice, and been saved by Z
hair!'
sand have let me be married to-
married. under your own eyes. II it lad
not been for chance; for ringi
Would have done thatp Just think,
dearest, whom never thought to meet
again this side of tho grave--if poor
Dick had not found you; II he had not
noticed the ring you wore; II you had
not thrown 1t away; if--if he had not
found it--oh. Stephen. think how Il
would all have been. You would hats
come back. and-dearest, dearest; Il
have you now; but It has wanted all
this to do what one little bit Of trust
would have done q thousand times bet
ter by far! Stephen, never, never doubt
me again. Whatever you think. come
to me at once and ask me, Just as will
come to you."
'.Darling-I win"
They could not bring themselves to
speak Of Enoch Marrish. That was left
to the parish, who assuredly found plen.
ty to say, and everything all wrong,
But, right or wrong, he found or thought
1t needful to silence improbable gossip
IN the most telling way. He married.
She was the sister Of Manchester jew
eller, who had enough fortune to recoup
him for his expenses in attempting to
win Patience Harlow and forty thousand
pounds. And such . life she led him,
and 90 she made his money fly, that II
II was over Enoch Marrish, and no
other man,
That, however, belongs to . later
time, when Stephen Harlow, who was
not the man to live on his wife's fort
une, was beginning to make another Of
his own. and when Tom Blackthorn,
confused only as to the part his boy had
taken in driving the French out of
Spain, was growing younger with the
years. The only time with which va
have to do Is tho latter part Of that
eventful day when right prevailed over
wrong, thanks to plain gold ring with
posy that had done it, after all-that,
and dint as Of the stroke Of steel, sucb
a. wedding-ring seldom bear.
"And it wasn't the ring quito, though.
after ALL" said Dick that evening, as
Stephen sat holding tho hand Of Pa
tience, so long lost, and he (Dick) was
holding old Toms. Fancy all this
having come from an artful, treacher-
IA catT asked Patience.
Eyes; commonly called . woman; a
creature at the bottom Of all mischief
since the days Of Adam; except when
it's horse; and then It's ten to one the
horse Is mare"
"Dick," said Stephen, III you hadn't
saved more than my life, I'd"
"Make me surveyors clerkp Thank
you--not for me. I'm farmer now.
And then, there's a woman"
another woman, stillp Oh, Dick!
After allv'
''Not exactly woman. She happens
to be an angel. this tilne-and that
makes difference, you see. In fact, I
met her in London, when was about
that legacy-not that she knew Of that
! know the sex, and wasn't going to
be bought and sold again; and she
mightn't have boon tho angel and the
lady know her to be now"
"And this ladyp" asked Stephen,
doubtfully.
This angelP" asked Patience, with a
smile.
'ls my wife," said Dick, defsntly.
"And the best wife In the world-bar
none"
It'll l have mine," said Stephen.