Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-11-26
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day, opening the newspaper, this met her
eyes:
AT Galveston, Tex, by Rev. Pierre
ST. Cloud, assisted by Rev. Thomas Dix,
Capt Edward Hallctt, United States
army, and Blanche Emily, only daughter
of the late Pierre St. Cloud, of Pilatki,
Fla No cards.
Mrs Graves upstairs heard no sound;
but when she went down Milly lay on
the sofa white and rigid. the newspaper
still cIaspcd in her cold fingers. 1t WAS
long before her senses came back. Her
mother famed with anger, hut the girl
hushed her with weary sob.
I'VE were never really engaged, you
know"
Not engaged, Oh. Milly'"
But Milly turned her face 10 the wall
and said no more.
Baymouth was stirred to its depths
next day by the news that Capt Ha!iett
was married TO a southern lady. and
MillY Graves was down with typhoid
fever. Every one wanted to help to
nurse, above all, TO know the particu-
lars Such masses Of blanc mango and
Jelly Were sent in that poor Mrs. Graves
was at her wits end TO know how TO dis
pose of them. But no one could readily
aid, not even poor Stephen, who scarcely
left the house day or night or ate or
slept till the crisis passed and Milly was
pronounced out of danger.
Out of danger, but it was weeks before
she could sit up, and weeks longer ere
she came down stairs, thin, white,
shrunken-a mere shadow, and a wreck
Of the blooming little beauty who walked
50 gayly up Love Lane at Ned Hallett 5
side not quite year ago. She was pa
! tient always and accomplishing, but
she did not often smile. Perhaps Ste
phen won those infrequent smiles Oftener
than any one else, and he counted them
as precious payment for all time and
trouble spent in her service.
Only once did ! see her shed tears.
This was when, hoping to give her pleas
ure, he brought in the first wild roses OF
| the season and held them before her.
suddenly a spasm passed over her face,
she gave gasr, turned aside and strug-
gled tor cOmpOsure. stephen dropped the
flowers as if they burned his fingers and
hurried Out of the room. \ hot anger
shot through him. He has ruined every
thing for her." he thought. Even a rose
reminds her of him. Coward that he is.
They hang man for poisoning the water
springs-why not hang him, though
| hanging is too good for such villain as
h0."
Natures processes of cure are secret;
1t is in their depths that wounds begin to
heal. Gradually, as months went by,
the renovating principle worked in Milly.
She resumed her place at home, the little
duties and pleasures, and took up again
. h., Inv q 6a pa1. Sfin
but the paleness infolded sweet seren-
ity which was no less lovely than her girl
ish bloom. "Milly Graves was really i'm
proved since her disappointment" GER
tain severe old ladies asserted. and they
were not far fram right. Stephen adored
her more than ever. Two years later he
told her so.
To his surprise, she was neither as
tonished nor shocked, but looked in his
eyes with a smile which was sad and ten
der and sweet all at once.
Dear Stephen, she said, this is just
like you. Do you recollect the day in
Love Lane, and the rose you picked up
out of the dust You are doing the same
thing now, but l am not worth it, dear,
not worth picking up" 'Milly,' said
Stephen, trembling with eagerness,
there never was a day since first saw
you, and that was twcnty-one years ago,
when didn't love you beyond any living
thing. Pick you up, indeed! You my
rose of all the world! Can you not love
me bit in return?'
"Oh, Stephen, dor' and the fair little
fingers closed over his There's nobody
in the world like you. | always knew
that. It's only-the others are so much
fresher, you know-fresher and brighter,
and they can make you happier than
| can. You're quite sure you really want
me' Then I'll do my best. Why, Ste
phen, how happy you look"
"Happy! l should think so. when I've
got everything ever wanted in my life, I"
cried Stephen. Journal.