River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1885-11-19

sett' brow; he BIT his lip, anc stroVe To
speak calmly.
.Ceeile, my dearest, do not let rs
quarrel over such Il mere tribe as
/ this
1T is no trifle to find myself subject
to such CALLING control as this. You
/ have no right, Major Kensett, TO act
7 thus.
| is the right of betrothcd husband
nothing, Cecile? Do you wish me to
! yield it npP"
/ CeciIe hesitated second; but passion
was too strong for sober reason.
IF it is to be exerted in this man
nerves! ! will be a slave to no man 5
whims and prejudices.
kensett had grown very white
you cannot mean those words,
Ceciler'
Il do mean them.
/ He held out his hand to her-a hand
cold as ice.
..Good-by. Cecile; it has been a
| pleasant dream, bat ii is ended now. y
''Good-by, Major kensett.
/ And so they parted, these two Young
/ lovers, standing in the stormy gold OF
the November sunbeams with the
wiz Is mourning a yoiceless reproach
ana the anguish of unshed tears gnaw-
ING at their hearts.
Major Maurice Kensett'S regiment
marched that night, and when Cccile.
tossing on her restless couch, hear.
the steam-shrieE of the "midnight eX-
press. and knew that it was bearing
him away, she wept the bitterest tears
that perhaps had ever dimmed the
eyes Maurice had likeDed TO blue-f0r-
get-me-nots Poor little forget-mc-
notS! ii was a chill rain and Il sad; poor
little blue blooms,
Sleep! She could not sleep. and
when the morning of Thanksgiving
penciled the east with gold she rose up,
heavy-eyed and silent She had heard
of broken hearts could il be that her
hayward, wiIlful, yet loving heart was
breaking?
Il say. Cecy, there's such Il turkey
down stairs.'' calculated Master
Alexander, commonly called ALEC"
Gore, rushing into the room like u
small whirlwind, as Cecile sat by the
register with an unopened volume in
her lap Its all fellow can do to
lift him. Ain he stuffed nicely, though?
and amt Hannah crosser than two
sticks? There's some tall currant jelley.
too, and | just took q peep into the
oven when cooks back WAS turned
Such pies.-aud pudding big enough
to get into, like Sir Somebody. whats
his name in English HISTORIC You know
What Jolly old cove papa's grand
father must have been if he kept
I---r;y.;,,,. ,.a.,.f''
"AleXander!" rcproved Mrs. Gore
trying not to smile.
well, it's q fact, mother Who :
coming to dinner? Amt we going to
have it until six? If that ain shame!
Oh! look here,' exclaimed Alec, rush
ing precipitatelv from one subject to
another, I've just come from down
town, and every body's talking about
the great accident"
"What accident?- Alexander. | wish
Won would learn y crack nuts
with your teeth
Women can never hear anything,
said Alec. patr0niZiHgly, aiming nut
shell at the canary bird $ cage. why
the railroad accident. to be sure EX-
press train knocked into smash. loco
motive split to flinders, and nobody to
blame. And there was regiment of
.Frightful loss Of life! the bulletin
says, for"
Alec checked himself suddenly. for Il
low cry had burst from Cic.lc's white
lips; she sprang to her feet with wild,
fixed eyes. and a cheek palcr than the
carved marble Of the mantle against
which she leaned
"Killedn' She repeated, in strangely
svllabled tones killed! o God. and
live on
Mother, whispered Alec, in awe
stricken accents, as Mrs. Gore leaned
over her daughters PROSTATE form.
busted with soft womanly offices, ''was
that Matrices regiment? Is Cecy
dead?"
''She has only tainted. nay son-she
will be better soon. Go TO Your father,
Alec. and ask him TO hasten down to
the telegraph office, and learn what
particulars have transpired. Perhaps
there is some mistake. My poor, poor
child"
leave me alone o little while, moth
er. said Cecile, sadly, an hour or two
later in the day. "lndecd / am well
now. dear mamma, only
Her head sank on her hands. Mrs.
Gore knew that solitude is sometimes
the best medicine for sick heart, 50
she only laid her hand loyip rlT on
Cecile's fair curls, and quietly stole out
Of the room.
Alone-alone with the dim twilight
and her own sorrowfuI fancles! Was
it strange that Cecile Gore felt as il life
ere a burden too great for endurance?
Dead she murmured, gazing into
the dusk with dilated, eXpressiOnIeSs
eyes. And / shall never see him again
never hear his voice. How many years
must ] live through before meet him
in that other world whose shores we
know not of? How many weary hours
must | count before ! can tell him how
dearly loved him. even when | was
most willful, most mad? Oh, memory!
if | could deaden your pangs! shall
90 mad if thin, over that parting
again"
So Cecile unused on. She had yet 0
learn how heavy Il burden the heat
will boar ere Reas quits its throne,
and meroifully blots outthe past.
Like a funeral pail the starry dark
ness of the ThankSgiving-night came
down over the freezing world.
''Where is she? where Is Cecilc?"
She clasped her hands over her heart
with low. wailing sob as the words
fell on her ear.
81 shall fancy it many a time-his
voice-as it used to sound. | shall
dream he is with me once again, and
waken 10 find it only dream! That
is not his footstep on the stairs; it is
only the sick phantasy Of my oyer-tired
brain. He is dead, He has found the
peace which | shall know no more. "
The door opened. lnstinctively She
raised her heavy eyes.
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. were they
to her? Would she not have known
him if the shadows Of Styx rolled be-
tween? Would she not have recog-
nizcd the tender light of his eyes
through the blackness of eternal mid
night? She could not speak; she could
only rest her head against his arm and
sob OUT strange inarticulate sounds,
like a babe walked from me fmghtful
dream.
$50 YOU thought was dead. Cecile?
Poor little Ceclc.i murmurcd Maurice,
folding her to his breast rs if she had
indeed been a babe. "Oh, my love,
God is kinder than we deserve. Let
us never set His mercy at def
ance again. Yes" he said,
answering the mute question of her
eyes. there was an accident, but none