The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1889-12-28
cad at my birth, but dying she confessed

me dead ut my birth, but dying she confessed
the truth.
at was who paid for Eunice's year in Canada,
knowing how fragile she was and hoping she
would obtain position as teacher. II was In
vain-day by day her heath grew worse till she
was helpless. We lived together, for loved
her tenderly, and worked for us both. Ah
Hcavcn what struggle for mere existence It
was. I have been hungry while bought deli.
caces for her Often and often she spoke of
James Forester and II forgiving her parents,
he remembered her claims, she and 1 would
never know want again.
But would not live long anyway she said,
the rude iostle OF life is not for me, but would
leave IL all to you-all to you, my sister Two
weeks before James Forrester's death Eunice
died, and when loarnd she was his heiress the
temptation came TO me to personate her.
'' L have every right to itr / cried. Had she
lived few weeks longer it would have been
mine. She would have left 1t to me- 1t was
only sophistry, but tried to ease my conscience
with IL.
II have never been happy since my sin, even
had IL never found me out.
you, sheltered in q home all your life can
never dream what my temptation was. Only
God can tell that. l was homeless, dcsparing,
penniless. do not ask pardon, only that you
all remember, with pity, the unhappy girl you
have known us "EUNICE FoRREsTER.m
At the last words moan of agony
broke from Hugh Vernon's lips-the ory
of a strong man in agony-the pallor
on his bronze face was ashen.
Genie went straight to his side, tears
on her soft, dark lashes, and laid her
hand on his arm.
'You loved her, Hugh? Answer me
truly"
"Yes, loved her with mirth-
loss lalrh-'sI love hpr still q Cod il
is torrible'
"IIer temptation was terrible. Hugh,
if you love hor, will you seek and find
hero"
He looked up.
you wish that? Sometimes, Genie,
feel have wronged you, and yet"
She smiled.
"Wronged me? Nay. it is we'll we did
not both wrong ourselves. We were
meant for friends. Hugh-warm, true
friends. and that we will ever be-
She laid her hand in his, and, without
word, he bent his stately head and
kissed it.
Only long low waste of yellow sand.
dreary moan of the dark waves tapping
the shore, and a girl standing, with
shadow-flled eyes, looking over the gray
waste of waters.
A girl with clustering, red-gold hair
and sapphire eyes looking out from a
pallid, young face, whose youth seemed
to have fled from it in the bitterness of
some living pain.
An exquisite face, however, despite
the weary droop of the lovely mouth,
the passionate despair of the beautiful
eyes.
Suddenly she stretched out her hands
with bitter cry.
"My punishment is more than can
bear" she said. 80, Hugh! my love, my
lover
Was it her cry that was answered?
Was it fate or simply chance that he
had sought her so long and found her
thus?
There was mans firm footstep
was at her side.
With low, startled cry she threw up
her hands, and even at that moment
he noticed the pallor of her face, the
fragility of her form.
"Hugh, Hughn'
The words broke like wall from her
lips, and then from him:
THANK God | have found you my
darling! my love!'
The next moment his arms were
around her, his kisses falling on her lips
and brow.
For moment he thought she had
SO white and still she rested,
her head on his shoulder, her dark lash
sweeping his cheek.
Suddenly she opened her eyes.
"Genie! where is she? is She"
"Genie is Wilson Errickson's wife,
"And, Hugh, can you- o, Hugh, it
loes not mean"
THAT / love you love you well
enough to forgive your sin, and, in the
of the future, to forget the
past. j have learned of your sacrifices
for Eunice Forrester-of all your bore
and suffered for her sake, and the strait
you were in when you yielded to tempta-
lion. Love, we will bury the past here
On this desolate shore, and only remem-
Der the future that may be ours"
Folding her closer in his arms, he
bent and kissed her lips again, and
great peace fell over her weary soul.
If human love could thus forgive, di-
vine love would more surely still, and
standing thus, the evening shadows
fell around them, but the gray waters
and the dreary waste of sand were both
forgotten as their 'souls rushed together
1T the touching of their lips" and tho
world was theirs for the time.-Family