Weekly commercial herald. (Vicksburg, Miss.) 1884-18??, 1886-02-12

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while, so that our letters will cross"
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These are the letters that crossed:
"MY DEAREST KATE: Your telegram fills
me with alarm AMI with joy, and l should
not be the honest Dick lhope Iam if did
not say that JOY is in the ascendant We
Shall be two happy people, because we can
make sacrifices for each other. Our love
has nothing Of sel fi;hnes5 in il, and while
we hava postponed our marriage for the
sake Of others, we are now, it seems, to
hurry it on because we both love our dear
Joe, and you are miserable in his absence.
Well, SO am ], so far as it is possible for a
man to be miserable under the circum-
stances. You have got ONE strange fancy
into yonr dear little head about Joe. and
will not be satisfied without following him
TO Nav York. l take you at your word.
and shall writs TO Manchester by this post
to fix my vacation, AMI l am glad to say
my partners can we'll affor1 to let me go.
Business has %prosp3red with us, and the
future is even more hopeful than our most
ganguine expectations. So, sweet Kate.
my dear love and friend, we will become
Mr.. and Mrs. Richard Woodville as QUICK
az thu law and the church will let US. and
then Hail Columbia The hours are weeks
until / get your letter in tho morning. nv
dear, dear Kate.
'Love to Aunt Dorothy, and a heap of
kisses for you-one Of which YOU can trans
fer to A. D., but only one. Your own,
"DICK."
"MY DEAR, KIND DICK: Our dear Jos is
dead am sure of it-dead and buried in
that grave in K9nsaI Green. Don't
think me mad. Aunt Dorothy says
l am; she is very good to me. DR..
Ware says the news Of Mr.. Nee1ham's
death, coming upon Joe's letter describing
their meeting, has upset my nerves. Law
yer Wood has put tho affair in what he
calls its legal and logical shape, and
laughs at me. But, chi Dick, there is an
instinct that is above logic, a pain that is
teyond medicine. My heart knows its W
sorrow, and my heart mourns for our dear
Joe. He is dead aud that man Needham
has gone to New York in his place. Mr.
Green may have a name that suggests ridi.
cule AMI a belief in supernatural things
that seems foolish. But | hava seen Joe
since he left US, and he was standing BY the
white column in the churchyard. | sail
nothing Of this until l read Mr.. Green's
letter in Tha Times, and then my heart and
soul and Mind, all my being, were filed
with the revelation of JOSS death. It was
ON Stature az night. You had just arrived
by the rail from Manchester. Thu clock
was striking ten 1t was a lovely night.
There was a beautiful moon. looked out
Of the window to blow a kiss in my fancy
far away to Joe, when the m~conbeams
seemed to strike a halo about that
white column in the churchyard.
and though 4 it is a quarter Of a mile away,
1 distinctly saw Joe standing there.
He was in evening dress, and he looked
towards me and then turned sadly away,
While ] gazed transfixed, a cloud passed
over the moon; and churchyard, column.
the sad vision, and all vanished away'
Don't you remember that l was sal all the
nightl Don't you remember that Aunt
Dorothy gave me her smelling salts, and
that she was very angry because l revoked
at whist9 Don't you remember that YOU
said Hooked pale and ill the next day at
church, and that you put it down TO Door
Mr.. Luke's sermons Your cheering words.
Aunt Dorothy's kindness helped me to
begin to forget what I had seen or fancied.
and Joe's kilograms on Monday quite cured
me until night, whom the death Of Needham
shocked me, and the letter Of that member
Of parliament in The Times on Tuesday
drove me crazy. l recalled the vision Of
Saturday night, and my heart seemed to
cry out he is dead, your brother is muir
dered, the wretched man who was like him
has poisoned himl' coull not shake it off,
l cannot now, even after your letter and
assurances, and the evidence at the inquest,
the identity, the letters, everything. 1 am
a woman, and not logical; l an a woman,
and don't ask me to reason. / love
him; ask my heart, Docs he liver The
answer is, NO / 20 into his room,
touch his coat, l look at his picture
Does no livef I ask. No! His dogs 90
whining about the place, the summer wind
means In the trees, my pigeons come and
nestle upon me as IL they knew and were
sorry. Two Of the roses ON the grave
where Joss heart was buried with hers be