Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1885-02-19

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A low, thrilling voice ans wered in
tone that made even that forlorn wom-
ans heart throb.
"God only knows how well love
you'll But for principles sake-for
Testers sake, can never, never, marry
you. But do love you so dearlyI"
Then nothing shall stand be-
She heard no more, but staggered like
drunken person back to the house
and fell down upon the carpet, a dumb,
suffering piece of humanity.
1t was thus they found her fifteen
minutes later. Agnes threw herself
upon her knees beside her.
Hester, what is the matter; what
shall do? You are i'll
Hester staggered to her feet, and
sank YEARLY into a chair.
81 am not ill. / was down by the
beach while you and Carl were-talk-
ing"
She said this slowly and with diff
Guilty, placing her hand at her side, as
if to soothe her hearts dull pain.
Agnes threw herself at her feet and
burst into a storm of tears.
Hester, you will not hate me; 1 will
never, never, marry him will never
stand i'll your way. will go away"
Hester placed one hand on the girls
"No, you will not go away; there is
no neel of it." She turned her large,
woeful eyes upon Carl Latrobe.
II promised her dying mother that L
would strive to mako her life happy,
and made God to Judge between us.
God shall Judge between us to day. /
perform my last duty-I give her to
you. 1t seems hard that He has called
me to make this sacrifice, but He knows
best"
He jumped to his feet and would
have spoken, but she had left the room.
Preparations for the wedding were
soon being made, and the day appoint
ed for the great event Hester sewed
and fitted with her own hands her sis
ter's wedding dress, and superintendent
everything.
Then came the wedding, sad and
solemn; not because of the dark, over
cast sky and DRILLING rain, but because
of the presence of that white-faced
Woman who hpd trsasalSed lhA--1sivlhao1
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They were going away now, and al
most upon their knees they besought
Hester to go with them.
@You will go with us, Hester; you
will not stay here alone"
Agnes drew her arm about her sis
ter's waist, and lifted her blue eyes
moist with tears. For a moment the
hot, scalding tears rested on Hester's
lashes, and with q great tenderness
| Carl sought to take her hand. But
at his touch her tears froze.
"Not that ]" she cried drawing quick
ly back. "The world may pity me-
Agnes may pity me, but uoatr pity I
will not have"
Hester" he said, "forget the past
Let us live only in the future and let
it atone for that past's mistake"
But she turned upon him almost
fercely, "How dare you, Carl Latrobe,
suggest such an atonementi How dare
you speak to me of the past, knowing,
as you do, of the false honor which
taught me to believe that was to come
to you a loved and loving wife? How
can you ask me to go with you and hear
your children call me au1ltie-me, who
hoped to be their mother?"
After that they went away. A dark
November afternoon, when the clouds
seemed to touch the chimney tops, and
the dense fog settled itself like a gray
banner over the wet, sodden earth.
I How drear and utterly desolate il
looked to the woman who stood at the
window, whose mournful eyes looked
forward over the sea, yet seemed to see
nothing. There were dark circles I'M
der the eyes, the face deathly pale, and
the mouth and chin quivered, indicative
of tears that had fled the eyes to
curdle round the heart"
For long while she stood there like
q statue, then turned and went into the
snug little parlor. Her eyes wandered
listlessly from the bright wood fire to
the comfortable, strewn with books,
flowers, and tiny pair Of kid gloves,
which had apparently been discarded
upon fitting on. Near the window were
two low hassocks, where she had seen
them sitting an hour before, with Carl's
proud, happy glance resting upon the
delicate beauty of his youthful bride
such beauty as this forlorn woman had
once possessed, when life was bright
and pleasant.
But now-nowl With q low cry OF
unutterable anguish aud despair, she
threw herself upon her knees by the
chair where Carl Latrobe had sat, and
pressed her lips upon its unconscious
cushion.
~My GodI my God must / suffer
like this forever2 With this agony at
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