Connecticut western news., 1889-06-26
CANAAN, CONN. WEDNESDAY, JUNE 26.. 1889.

She sprang up from dhe sofa where she lay, pale and sweet after her brief illness; here was her way of escape from Dr. Sands.
 eYes, indeed, Il will. You shall not 1eavc me again, Tcm"
 So tho next nor hing early, like pair of clipping lovers, they were married in l the nearest church and took the morning l train for the far West; on and on the rushing wheels bore them; day after day they endured the separation of the crowd, till at last they arrived at St. George ono winter night in January. The snow was deep, but Tom must report i as soon as possible, and Viva would not let him go alone.
 '.It is too~cold, dearest" he said. s.Not with you, Tom" s.Forty below zero, Vivap' "Ifayou can live in it can. q pro- mise,' Tom"
 He could not refuse her after that word with all its memories. Rolled in furs, wells, scarfs, with hot bricks at her feet, they set out on their twenty-mile journey. Warned not to speak, for the air was not fit for delicate lungs to ad- init in all its chill, silently they sped l along. The glittering fields of spark ling snow, on which the moon made a long wake of glory, the. black shadows, the creak of their swift runners, the snorting of the horses whose nostrils were hung with icicles, all added Q strange terror to the drive-a drive that seemed endless; but at last it was | over.
 "Come inr' said Tom, holding out his arms, aS the driver drew up before the officers quarters, where the light of fire blazed through the deep-frosted windows; but Viva neither spoke nor moved. Mad with terror, Tom lifted her from the sleigh and rushed into the door, making his way by instinct to the fire. | Viva stirred not an atom. Hssty hands unrobed her; kind hands laid her on the sofa. Her face was set and white, her lips parted, her eyes glazed. The post. surgeon hurried in; he lifted one hand, it fell back; he put finger on her pulse. "My God! she is dead!" he said, with look of dread full pity.
 Tom dropped beside her.
 Was it a year7 Was it life -timea Was he in Heaven when he woke out of that trance7
 She was there, warm, sweet, rosy.
 sYou made me promise, Tom, I would not dle." s4s
 Tom turned on his very face dnd wept like very child; his heaven had come on earth.
 Post surgeons do not know every thing any mora than other men. The fact was that Viva had developed in the last two years tendency to cata- lepsy-the result of an over-worn and over excited nervous system; and when Dr. Sands told her she must tell Tom about it, she had just come out of se- rious attack wherein she had lain for hours as one dead; but she would not tell him, having an idle fear that Tom might cease to love her.
 The long journey and the cold drive had brought on severe seizure, and she certainly, in appearance, justified the post-surgeon's opinion; but before morning she had come back to herself, and was heart broken to find Tom de- lirious with grief and as unconscious of her presence as she had been of his.
 ''Viva," he said, few days after they were fairly settled in the new life, "my darlingl my wifel think what might have happened if I had never known about this. Promise me, Viva, hereafter to trust me. Tell me every- thing!"
 She looked up in his troubled, tender face with divine smile, and softly said over his tallsman, "I promise. ''-New York Lndependent.