Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1889-09-18
Emma oran.s Mistake.
And this is your final answer?"

you nsver know what it IS to have high
hopes crushed. to love dearly and
yainl -
And bowling low, Rhyde Darran
turned and strobe down the beach, his
face white aud CHASTITY with the great
woe tugging at his heart.
At last the dream was over, and the
hone he had cherished of making Emma
Oran his bride was dead
Oh he cried, as he walked the
sands in mad haste" ''she lived me
well TIL this Eugene Eyre came to Sea-
view with his city airs and honeyed
words. He it is who has turned her
love TO scorn. And tomorrow she
Will be his bride. This is hard, hard to
bear, as L know his great unworthi-
nessl'
And the strong man groaued aloud.
After a while, when he had grown
more calm, he SAID;
Il have nothing to bind me to this
place now; father and mother sleep III
the old church-yard, and 1 will go
abroad and study my glorious art, and
strive to forget thIs.''
And when on the morrow the old
church bell rang out its summons for
the bridal pa ~, Rhyde Darran, a sad
and grief-bOwed man, entered a car
riage and was whirled away toward the
metropolis.
Three years have been numbered with
the mighty past
1t is a bitterly cold January evening
From the frowning sky the thick snow
Is falling, and the tempestuous wind
hpwls dismally through the city streets.
In the pale, sad-faced woman who
covers over the feeble fire, and bus ly
plies her needle, in a wretched garnet in
New York, one would scarcely recog-
nize the proud and beautiful maiden
who had Scorned the true love of Rnyde
narran SO short a time ago.
Yet she it is. Want and sorrow have
blotted out the naughty look from those
magniticen. eyes, and the smile of
scorn is gone from her lips.
Too late she learned that she had
discarded gold for dross;for he whom she
married proved to be a mere advent
Irer, who deserted her when she had
leen year his wife, taking with him
Jhe fortune she inherited at her fl hers
death, and leaving her alone and nearly
peuniless, with babe scarcely two
weeks old.
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suicide, III a gambling den, where he
had been fleeced by some of his COM
panions. Without the courage 10 face
poverty after he had once enjoyed the
comforts of wealth, he put a pistol to
his ear and ended hIs life.
Soon after this tragic occurrence, the
young widows child died; then life
seemed bitter mockery, anu she
aN.. p 4 ns.F
her life Was spared; and an humbled,
sOrrowing woman, she strove to gain a
living by needle-work, earning a
scanty pittance. for her employers were
harsh, cold-hearted men.
''At last the work is DONE" she
sighed, wearily, as she laid it aside,
''and L must hasten out with il, for L
have not tasted food since morning. "
And wrapping a thin shawl about
her, she hurried out INTO the night and
storm.
While waiting for her pay in the shop
of her employer, she suddenly became
interested in the conversation passing
between him and a customer.
She felt her heart beat quicker as she
heard Rhyde Darran's name pronounced
coupled with the warmest praises of
his genius and skill as an artist; that he
had won a high name and princely
fortune IN the city, and on the morrow
would lead IL the altar one of the veal
thiest ladies IN the land
More like one in a dream she re-
ceived her pay and passed out, almost
unmindful of the cold and storm.
What a power these words had to
stir that woman's heart, and bring
back memories of the time when she
had dearly loved Rhyde, and to show
her that that love was far from being
dead.
Occupied with these thoughts she
needed not whittier she went. and at
last discovered that she had lost her
way.
And a startling discovery it was, for
the storm grew more furious as the
hours went by, and the woman, being
so thinly clad, was nearly benumbed
with the cold.
But she struggled resolutely Oh. At
last, however, nearly exhausted. she sat
down TO rest on step somewhat shell
tered from the chill blast, and then all
was blank, till she awoke and found
herfelf lying on a downy couch, sur
round d by countless luxuries which
we nth alone can procure, while a
well-known face bent over her, and the
joyous impassioned voice of Rhyde Oar
ron cried:
Thank God, the crisis is past, my
darling, AM you VIII livel''
And he tenderly kissed her.
Then cried tue bewildered woman:
DO 1 dreamI Can it be that you
forgive me? Can il be that still you
love me rs in the olden time, after
what has passed between us?p
Il can and do forgive you, dear
Emma he answered. II love you AZ
in thsSe OH days, knowing the severe
trials through which you have passed,
aud II you VIII be my wife, L shall be
the happIest of men,"
ReadIug the truth of his words in his
honest Lr Wa eyes, Ind feebly saying
tint tod was far too good to her, she
placed her hand in his.
Then it was that he told her of his
wanderings in Italy, and his vain eff
forts to forget her; of his return and
long search for her, on hearing Of her
soTrows, and how he had at last found
her on the steps of his own residence,
nearly frozen to death, and of his great
fear that she would not survive the Sc
we're illness that followed
And when she asked him of the we'd
ding of which she had heard, he told
her the story was false.
50 joy looked out of the blue eyes of
the woman once more; and when her
health was restored there was a merry
bridal, and happier pair than TIE rich
and talented artist and his lovely wife
cannot be found in the land.
The Nickel Trap
The automatic weighing, electrica.
and lifting machines and other devices
for getting the public TO drop nickels in
a slot seem 10 be as popular as ever. and