San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1888-03-15

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10.
Miss Jean was TO have been married th,
next day to Mr.. Charles Conyers, as stauncl
. young fellow as ever trod the Garth. Il
her pretty chamber was the snowy robe
Aescy yei and orange blossoms waiting fo
the BRIDE She glanced In upon them once
then turned away with fearless sob. "Pa
them all away, Martha" she said to my
wife, with quiver'pg lips. ~ will never
never need them now"
Mr.. Charles pleaded in vain, mo. II car
mot :be," she said gently, ~ love You toe
well to let YOU burden yourself with nay
misfortunes. shall henceforth devote
my,elf to my brother"
''But would share your troubles Jean,
and your brother shall be my tendsrest
care"
May, you have not considered what Il
will be. will not let you thus sacrifice
yourself. / am only sorrowful, broken
woman now, seek one more suited to make
you happy"
And he replied: "Thereis but one woman
in the world for me JEAN" And though
she tried to pursuaded herself to the contrary
she had too much of q woman's heart in her
bosom, not to feel in measure happy and
comforted ut the assurance.
Then came the crash of the firm. Gres-
ham, the Golouels rascally partner, pocket
ed all of the available funds, and fed, leav-
ing him to meet it alone Everything went
to satisfy the creditors, and renting an hum.
ble little cottage, Miss Jean procured q
few music scholars. and took up the burden
of life as best she could. 1t was very heavy
for her slender strength though, and as
she grew thinner and paler day by day,
people began to remember there was con.
sumption in the family. and to whisper
that she was going like her mother. Mr..
Charles came to me pale and troubled.
"Don't you see how thin and pale jean is
growing, John?" said he, with throb in
his strong voice; II feel that she is drift
ing from me day by day, while am power
less to keep her."
Don't the good book say something about
the Captain of our salvation being made
perfect through suffering, Miss? Well
some how that thought will get into my
head whenever think of Miss jean. But
her cup of sorrow was not full yet. for one
dreary day last autumn, they carried Mr..
Frederick's mangled remains home; he had
been run over and killed while in drunk
en- spree.
After that Mr.. Charles who had risen to
success in his profession, renewed his en-
treaties, and at last conquered. He came
to me only the other day, smiling and radi-
ant. "Congratulate me, John. I have won
at last, Jean has consented. Tell Mrs
Martha to bake us q huge wedding cake.
and be sure you eat goodly slice John.
Please God we will try and bring back the
roses to her cheeks, and the old glad light
to her dear tired eyes"
After the failure of the firm, I procured
the position as attendant of the grounds
here, more for the purpose Of looking after
the Colonel, than anything else. Every day
he comes and sits by little Lillian's grave,
to himself about the lilies end
the angels; and every day he says to me,
with such wistful sigh, that he is wait
ing and listening for the song of the angels
to call him away to join his little girl in the
garden of lilies.
All, there come Miss Jean and Mr..
Charles now. Miss. You may be very sure
he is never far from her side."
From the opposite direction, came gen.
tleman, and with him a lady in deep
observing them, the poor Colonel
rose and ran to meet them with the glee Of
\ child.
perfect through suffering" Yes, it was
expressed by the pure, spiritual
face, with its patient mouth, deep blue eyes
and low white brow, shaded with waving,
golden auburn hair. And Mr.. Charles, was
he handsome? Well not after the outward
'orm, perhaps, but there was the beauty of
/ true, tender soul shining from the clear
lepths of his dark gray eyes, and written
n every line of the grave. quiet face.
Thanking the man softly, clasped little
Pearlie's band. and stole silently away feel
ng purer and better. from having listened
o the story Of The sanity Jean and her
oyal lover. LIZZIE S. LEAyELL.
gar Maroa. Tea.