The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1885-04-25
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entered, and not needing her tiny
figure sitting in the shadow, APP
preached Helen, and, before she was
aware, had imprinted II kiss upon
her brow. A glad cry of surprise
burst from her lips, and then, blush
ing, she pointed to Elma, and, with
some confusion, introduced "Mr.
Jennings"
Elma would have withdrawn at
once, but Helen gently detained her,
saying, II want you and Paul to get
acquainted as soon as possible, and
this cleaning hour is just the best
in the world for that purpose"
They seated themselves around
the glowing CRATE, for the evening
grew chill, and Mr., Jennings open
ed the conversation with unaffected
case. They had all conversed
pleasantly fifteen minutes or so,
when, turning TO Elma, he said: 81
know what Helen thinks of twilight,
Miss Reese, but would like to
know your sentiments very much"
After a moments pause, Elma said,
softly, ~ think it is the hour of
prayer" 81 had little friend"
said he, "who was something of an
improvisatricc, and who sent me
some very pretty verses embodying
that idea. Agnes, you remember,
Helen?"
Elma's heart gave bound, and
she clutched systematically at the
back of the chair. What would
come next? 1t was Helen's clear
treble. Eyes l have the verses
and, Paul, by the way, you never
told me where Agnes lived
Hesitatingly, Il never told any
one, she seemed so pure, so like
some dear little sister whose honor |
must guard but it will not make
any difference now | suppose. 1t
was in the little village of NJ,
in Vermont.
"M--!" echoed Helen, why,
Elma is from there" Just then the
footman entered with lights, and
Helen's attention, to Elma's infinite
relief, was diverted, but she felt that
he was reading all in her downcast
eyes and crimsoned face making a
desperate effort she raised her eyes
full of passionate entreaty to his, SO
calm and reassuring her secret was
safe. but all the old love, all the
passionate idolatry of those drcary
loveless years, threatened to spring
up into an uneXtinguishable flame
could she live in the same atmos.
phere and see that love which she
had once dreamed might be hers
and so transform her barren life
given to another?
God gives patience. Elma did
live, and yet lives. Between Pau,
and herself no explanation cvel
took place, nor was that old, mem
orable time ever referred to, save
once, as with fearful eyes she turnct
away from placing fragrant iounqils
in the icy hands of his dead child
he standing by her side, said, ten
derby, revcrcntly, as one speaking tt
an angel: "You ar used to grie
Agnes ?"
An old maid? Yes, but who's,
holy, consistent life would put to
the blush the calumnators of he
class Frail Mrs. p, has been car
ried to the fathers bosom. Ger
trude fills her easy chair and works
with her ::worsteds. The boys
live home, and Elma is the light Of
their eyes, the good angel of thei
aged father.
They have not been wanting, who
thought her cheerful, self-sacrifcin!
spirit and unobtrusive intelligence
meet ornament for any home, how
ever elegant, but, beside the ferve
of her first, early love, all other sen
timents seem to pale and fade, anC
so, with gentle dignity she ha
passed into class who, though NJ
generations rise up to call then
blessed, are not known.
Thinkest thou that hey remainunknowi
Whom thou knOwest not?
BY angel trump their praise is blown.
Divine their lot
An Answer Wanted.
Can any one bring us a case Of kidne,
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