Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1889-06-29

moss, every CLINT of pale, tender green was
instinct with newborn life. Only love
was dead. She thought of Olaf, and was
| full of pity and remorse. But she thought,
too, of her husband; and, when she
thought of him, Olaf was forgotten. He
had been dangerously Ill; had been close
to death, they said. And she had left him
to be nursed by strangers-she, his wife.
But he had not loved her. Others could
do for him what should have been her
| dearest privilege. He was as well salts
| fed.
With hard and bitter rebellion in her
heart she walked on till she came to the
wooden bridge that spanned mountain
torrent which tumbled, little lower,
into broad stretch of water fringed with
pine.
She stood on the bridge, looking into
the seething, foaming, eddying waters be-
low She'w reused by hearing a step.
She turned sharply, and saw her husband
His face was very pale, and there was
something in it she had never seen before.
She could not move nor speak.
"Come back to me, May" he said, I'M
steadily, II can not live without YOU.
have been bIind-mad l did not under
stand. But this year, without you, has
taught me what love is. Forgive me, and
come back to teach me what love should
be. Last night was full of bitterness.
meant to go away this morning" \ dull
flush reflected the blush that famed into
her face. Believe me, | did not doubt
you," he exclaimed, hoarsely. Last
night knew, as know to-day, as l knew
the first hour | ever met you, that you
were the truest woman on earth But l
was mad. Life had become intolerable
without you. And then meeting you so
suddenly, so Unexpectedly, and seeing you
so proud and Indifferent to me, so gentle
to him, lost my reason. sent that
message through him, though | really
never -"
She flung out her hand as even the ex-
PLANTATION would have humbled them past
recall. He colored red again, bat his eyes
looked straight into hers.
81 have something else to say. Last
night, after was able to think, I left my
room to look for you. | wanted TO tell you
myself before he could give the message,
that l should go away to-day-that you
need not fear that | should pain you a
moment longer than ! could help with my
presence in the house. | meant to ask
you to forgive me before we parted once
more, and then | should have gone away
and never tried to see YOU again. But
when / came to the room found YOU talk
ing to him. | heard what you said. May
May Can not this springtime be 4 new
beginning for Us too? ! love you, My
life is poor, manned thing without you.
Come back to me and complete it, and
never more shall you have to doubt. My
love has never failed it was only my mad
! folly"
1t was all my mistake, Paul y she said,
the tears raining down her face. Can
you forgive meY'
The waterfall Numbered on down the
rocky gorge. The scent of rising sap and
aromatic resin perfumed the air. All
round, above, below, was the stir of new
kindling life. When these two, standing
hand in hand in the midst of it all, should
long have passed on to the end, and have
been forgotten, these things would con-
tinue, as if their little human life story
had never come near them this bright
i spring morning. But what did that matter
to them? Love was eternal, and its glory
was shining even now into their newly
sanctifed lives.