Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1889-12-26
Recalled to Life.

There are some seasons when fiji
graveyard seems peculiarly beautiful
When hushed twilight wings her noise
less way from heaven to wrap tn
temples of the dead in her soft, trans
parent drapery-or the pleasant moo
lights up the messed graves. maxim,
luminous the white sculptured marbl,
1t is sweet to march up the shaded
alsles of the slumbrous city, and mus,
upon the holy memories of the de
parted.
The stars burn with lustre peculiar
TO summer skies. A clear, mild atmos
phere gave a refreshing elacticity "a
my spirits. wandered along
scarcely knew where, and found nv.
self, after leisure walk, near the old
fashioned burial ground at Dallston
Falls. was happy man; for having
that day received a diploma, | was
really and professionally an NJ. d.
What directed my steps to the rural
burying ground cannot now tell, but
l believed at the time CT was romantic
and an enthusiast them that some
mysterious agency shaped my course.
AS drew near the rustic gate was
open. The walks glittered in the
strong yellow light; the shadows lean
ed down from the trees and frescoed
the smooth gravel with quaint tracery;
the buds and flowers, grouped in dark
masses upon the gently curved mounds
(l knew they were buds and flowers,
for their fragrance betrayed them),
seemed whispering in their silent
language to the beautiful dead below.
In my youth | was fond of symbolic
ing. Every inanimate thing had its
type in some ideal of oriental fancy.
This evening | felt particularly poeti-
cal. My imagination was as fertile
yes, | thought as fertile as Millions. if |
my thoughts We're not as grand or my
images sublime.
| sauntered carelessly along the side
where a hawthorn hedge twined its
firm tendrils together, dragging my
cane after me, and musing in a careless
reverie. Suddenly paused. leaned
by huge, hoary elm, and closed my
eyes, as the magic breathing of a flute,
skilfully touched, foated through nv
dreaming brain. AS | look back il
seems to me that that was the most
blessed hour of my existence, for.
with that plaintive melody,
came gentle face, with sparkling
eyes, serene brow and cheeks lust
enough to resemble two pale
rose leaves flushing the purest snow.
o, how | loved that sweet Nav
Kendall Lovedl Forgetting nv
God, idollzed her, and egotist that /
was, fancied that my unspoken pas
ZION was returned But | will not
niger. In those few moments | was
pouring my very souls depth and fer
Tor into the heart that | fondIy
youth will sometimes |
vas in sort of spiritual presence, !
yer beside me.
My reverie was broken by the APP
roach of stranger, and light, sill !
cry laugh shut out the music of the :.
ute, for it was So like my love, Mays u
so ringing. so joyous. c
Presently, as fine, manly form !,
rev nearer, recognized the features U
+ one who had been my college mate u
wo years ago. ] would have sprung Il
Onward 10 meet him. His name was j.
on my lips when a sight I
rrested my attention that chilled my II
lood and made my teeth chatter with l
sudden freezing fear. The two had a.
ome almost beside me and there p
opped charmed with the sylvan spot. u
he lady held her hat by the strings, "
ne arm was passed confidingly through
lat of her companion, and when she "
rned her beaming face around to- u
ard me q was concealed by the a,
adow) | recognized, in the full flood OF
the moonlight-May Kendall!
do not like, even at this late day, to be
view the feelings that shook my W
anne when | heard them murmur flu
CHI words of tenderness to each other an
subdued and happy tones. A death az
faintness came over me as | gath lik
ed from their own lips the knowl- pa
ge that they were betrothed; and, me
hen that passed away, a fierce re- fii'
nge sent the blood boiling through wi
2 veins. / could have leaped upon wa
n, and demanded my May, my love, sill
thout whom life would be a curse, an
d the world a dread, dead blank. sp'
It then by what right could | call riy
: mine? True, she had been most
I'd to me, but never more than maid ito
y modesty might warrant toward sci
most intimate friend. Now knew set
God forgive me for the rage that daT
-ged at my ri-strings as thought
she had talked to Fred eve
ok. o, fool that was not TO com | c,
hend before. She had smiled on tina
because | was his college mate the
ause | had ever some sweet recol- knc
ion to tell, some comely virtue of wa.
to praise; and blinded by my own fins
dness, fancied she loved me. leaf
low I stood there, weak, passion "
and painting with the violence of for
o,,,ofions even fiji I learned the FOR