Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1886-11-12
SHEPHERDsIOWN, W. "A, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER r. 1886
soft and gentle love tones OF woman
but she saw nothing.

soft and gentle love tones OF woman
but she saw nothing.
depend on it, my dear" said this
cruel and reckless village tell-tale,
"there'S someone in there with him;
that's what makes your flesh creep while
you're there. She's hiding and watch
ing you."
The young wife suffered in silence.
She loved her husband and believed he
loved her-when he was out Of that
dread presence. In her own sitting
room he was kind and affectionate. Ii
was only when he sat before the marble
beauty, in the ghostly lights of the
many-curtained laboratory that he failed
to answer her with smile or a kind
word. Is it not so with all ofus! Do
we not have haunted rooms in our
hearts, in which we retire for Snguished
hours, and neglect those who are dear
est to us now and love us best, while We
in memory converse with the dead?
But Calvert was not always alone
with the dead.
1t is an awful thing to have our love
die in our arms. One moment we clasp
her crowned with the richest, deepest
treasure of our devotion. She is the
light of our life. Her beauty delights
and charms us, her laughter is 10 US the
sweetest music. The next moment she
lies dead in our heart, and our arms
still clasp her. Not In deaths pale,
cold insensibility, but dead neverthe-
less. Dead with smile OH her lips;
dead with the heavenly light in her
eyes which now seems but reflection
of Il baleful glare from Hades; dead
with all the blush and bloom upon her
cheeks. \ colder, crueler death, this,
than the grave has ever known, for the
grave covers up all faults, and memory
cherishss only kindness and lovable
traits. Love never lies in the grave,
but in every heart love lies buried
and now our love lies dead. Dead in
our hearts where her pale ghost must
ever haunt and torture us while her
fair, white arms cling about us. Her
warm heart, throbbing as you so fondly
and foolishly imagined for you alone,
still beats against your own, but she is
dead to you. The past you two have
spent together suddenly becomes in
memory lonely graveyard through
which in the future will ever fit the
ghosts of the pleasures OF the vanished
days when love and trust-vain love be-
trayed trust, now you know-made life
50 sweet and love so fair. All this you
know while you hold in your arms the
love just dead. The Indian bows blindly
before Il hideous Image of his own Gre
alton while worshipping fair goddess
lodged in his brain, so you, all these
years, have seen W ith tho eyes of blinded
alteration an angel in your weak, un-
worthy love, who is now dead in your
heart, but who must ever come between
you and the noble ideal her untruth has
destroyed.
SO it was with Louis Calvert.
The first young wife of long ago had
been given all the real, pure, true love
his heart had ever known, and she had
priced it not Weak and vain and easily
influenced, another had caused her TO
break her marriage vows, and her hus-
band had slain her. just as the marble
beauty stood with extended arms, smil
ing lips and laughing eyes. the firs
wife had stood OIL long gone mornin;
before her lover, but not her husband,
saying: "Come."
The young Doctors vengeance H. d
been terrible. The man who had robO d
him had met death mysterlously-ory y
the Doctor ever knew how. The yO *
wife had faded away silently from 10
earth. But every day the Doctor st' cd
before the petrified image in that da;k-
ened, mysterious studio, and his rev Ige
continued. And when all alone b an
nointed the marble limbs with st nge
elixir, and the blood again &C q 'ssd
swiftly through the false wife's ins,
the smiling lips parted in perfect ech,
the brigh; eyes sparkled; and tic ex-
tended arms eagerly beckoned to 1.m to
"Come."
But he would never allow them TO
clasp him.
Never for long time. But tie heart
is not always stone; revenge is ss.iated
at last, and one morning the Doctor,
forgetting all save the memory of his
first boyish passion, rushed into the
marble beauty's embrace, and the soft,
fair arms close ed upon him, the smiling,
lips earessed his own, and the laughing
eyes beamed IN love upon him. Age
dropped from him: lie was again the
ardent lover us when he had last felt
those arms around him. Then the power
of the life-restoring elixir faded, and
the marble beauty became marble again.
90 his wife and the Yillags gossip
found him many hours later, tightly
clasped in those marble arms, crushed
anj lifeless, but with inie upon his
lips.
why He Nfept.
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