Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1890-02-22

Vn you still love mer whv sbon,d I
.s aroaa ever woman have truer heart than
s'.''.,V ~ means the end of waitino--tbe
lu''oh OF hope-the open sesame 70 tho
long barred doors OF ioy " WV
means Decentralization 20 the loving
~oroS' imprisoned so long In tho darL cham,
oc's VI silence, with honor, stern sentinel
ever keeping guardl ''"''''''
,n "a" you forgive all these years OF SEEM
ing negiectf God and I know !, ,,,as Ill,
.'"""'lg ana may como now-coro NJ last
70 my nome, my kindred, my inheritance ~
Il know do not deserve II b,,, ,,hor God
torgets and bieSsos us beyond our worth Iii
not your 0u' "0r'h' VIII
DO you remember the first evoriro mt
your You had on some sort OF vbi,o oonvv
dreSS' and / thought you wouhI nercr Ia
iairer, even In heaven. "'''' ~
~, our yellow hair had such a pretty way
-. "Hvlng up from the nape of the neck, and
-, - , u9' ono lock that would fall
'V W. anu curl IN soft little ring.
nave you forgotten how SURPRISED was
" ''nu your eyes were brownl Such shv
once. '"''" "e'' "u'
Now l will gaze into them until 7 lear,
every tone md tint by heart-pntu I catch
anu ho'u last the lovely soul mirrored there
""u make It's every throb my own.
III you smile when YOU meet me,
-, cream anu dream Of the look your face
MOI cold no; it will never no cold -.
out what If ! should find tears on vonr cbool
tears that had causedl
IN the aust. at your feet, dear Marcaret.
would plead forgiveness, and then kiSs and
Mss them away until the very source Of teors
were dry. An, well! What does IL matter if
the sweet face meet me grave or CAV. So
Out see u IN the flesh, alive and warml
And yet, even were YOU dead (,ybot ,rode
me think Of that1 | believe that love ike
mine could call back tho red Of life IN lins n
century cold, and rekindle into fame ,he
very ashes Of the divine fret When I seo
you
The door opened and the Office boy handed
in the evening mail
1t was o'clock. He glanced over two Of
the letters, which proved 10 be business notes
and then picked up the third, a little fretted
at the interruption. il was small. white
envelope with blurred postmark. addressed
IN strange feminine hand
Lighting the lamp-the dusk Of the June
night wns gathering outside-he laid n PAPER
weight on his unfinished page and. slightly
curious, broke the seal
10 took him n long time to master the faint.
iilcgible lines (ler trembling fingers had tried
III VAN to make the strokes steGdy), but the
few words Of explanation, added by her
mother, made it all cruelty plain; 50 plain
that 1t was but n breath before Hope shifted
places with Despair, and a groan, such rs we
hear when spirit parts from flesh, burst from
bis grief smtten soul
He laid his head on the table in front Of
him, and morning, with its clamor and its
claims, found him there.
The lamp burned wan aud dim, and the
Jaunty summer sun sent its boldly challenging
rays, as if TO say, what do you herel7 but
1t was not until the gong sounded from the
hotel next door that Allan Kent raised him
self up, and then the radiant light Of the
young day showed face old and bleaChed
with pain, and hair turned whtea a. the SHOWS
of Orzaba. New Orleans Times-Democrat.