Roseburg review. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 1885-1920, 1888-10-26
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children
ssHushl not one word, would 1
listen to your patched up stories, your
false words, do you think me biindl l
know all, did not see your head upon
your lovers breast9 did / not see him
wipe your tears away2 All! it was
an affecting scene, /" he stoops and takes
up handkerchief that had fallen from
her mantle sand this Is the rag he
used 50 tenderly." She raises her
dazed eyes and sees in his hand a
handkerchief marked with the initials
CT. The fates were against her.
Il have suspected Yoa long, but I
am certain now"
"Harold listen to me,efor the sake
Of those little childrenshear me" and
she chung to his arm but he shook her
of, 80 Harold have mercy"
''Go to your Maker for mercy-go
out Of my house, go back to your lover
but stayl. would guard my good
name my ch:ldren's name-go to
your room, go to your God and pray
for mercy. Do yon think anything
you could say, would eyer change me-
ever exonerate youl Hold! where is
your wedding rlngl / have missed
from your hand for many days.
81 will tell you it fell from my
band and rolled into the FIRE, Isearched
for it long, but could not find it" his
cold eyes were upon her.
"That IS very likely" he says sneer.
inglY. "Had you no other memento,
to give to your lover except your
wedding ring9'
"Harold! Harold / have no lover,
it was
''Ahl call him what you may, go in
go in you are damp with dew"
She totteres in, and falls upon her
knees; "Harold listen to me, you are
kinder to your lowest servant"
"Ahi me thinks the lowest servant
neve brought shame upon his mas
ter's name
A little child, with wide
wondering eyes, and soft shin
ing hair, came out from the
silken curtains, looking reproachfully
at his father, he clasps his arms about
his mothers neck and lays his little head
upon her breast. All! the soothing balm
of that little touch upon her wounded
heart
Harold my son, go to your room,
what are you dong out SO latel" says
the father angerly.
He steals away with many back
ward glances and wonders at the pain
in his little heart.
Marcia, how dare you hold his
head upon your breast! never do that
more"
ssOl Herold not that! not that cau
bear all but not that"
"Go to your rooms, and after to-day
our lives will lie apart, as tar as thougl
in different worlds" and the broker
aiealted yoman passed out, she sees
little form standing in his chambe
door, Ike spirit he looks, standin
there, his face, showing white agains
the dark night. no, she is bid not +
touch him morel The dreary day
that follow, shut out from all the tie
that make life sweet, those cruel unjus
words ever ringing in her ears "nothin
will ever exonerate you" "Ah he
possessed he is mad, some evil spirl
has taken possession of him, no,
>eould he distrust me, was this her re
wardf
off the shaft of Disappointment
Strike us like poisoned dart,
Patience is the Sovereign ointmen
That can heal the wounded heart.
".
.sMarcia" says Harold coming to he
door stcome out to the children's room
Lillian is. i'll and we fear she will die
swiftly she passes out and snatches tn
little fever burning form to her hear
MADAM! torbear" says the kindl.
r physician "would you have your chill
to iye you must control yourself
Tenderly she lays her down, and knee
beside the little cot. The silel
watchers, with hushed voices, an
noisless steps, their vigils kee
through the long dreary night, th
dismal howl, of some wanderin
dog, sounds mournfully out on Il
night air, and when the gray dawn b
gins to break, the black robed Ang
of Death enters and bears the litt
soul away from its earthly hom
She is gathered home to her Fathers
to that bright realm of silence whe'
the innumerable dwell. Too long Il
mothers loving care had been denie
''She has done with sorrow now
With low, sad wall, the mother fal
and weeps upon the little casket of ella
weep on dear heart, they are your Ia
tears for many days. The kindly Ph
sstaiAsr leads her gently away and te
deriy supports her tottering form, ha'
to those lonely, silent rooms. All d.
she sits like some creature, dumb wi
rain and:
call night she lie in agony,
In anguish dark and deep,
She could not close her fevered ey
But stared sghast at sleep"
The mufied sounds OF funeral not
come ,nournfulIy out on the nornil