The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1890-04-24

"sHE HAS NEVER DEEM ACROSS THE WATER"
Of what he felt "Did you go to Goupil's TO-
dayi" he said.
"whata Goupipsa" sold Rose. "Oh, yes,
Ibid; but that painting by Kratzer was
gone"
; Then with the fatal blindness Of we poor
rnortals when we should see, she saw moth.
ing, but rclapsed into vague and dreamy
reverie of life and love. And life and love
were right there within her grasp, and she
knew it not.
) Jacob sat, and looked and looked. Grow
ing restless Mt last, he arose aud walked up
and down. Rose was accustomed to this,
and did not move. Then Jacob stopped his
tramp, and resting his elbow on the mantel-
piece, stood-a man Of whom any woman
might be proud.
"Rose," he said
eyes, Jacob" she answered, with the
wistful look that was now her habitual ex-
preston. "Yes, what Is itl"
"I have been thinking that it would be
good thing If you and Alice went to Europe
this spring, and spent year abroad. Sho
has never been across the water, and it
would perfect her in her French and help
her in many ways"
Roses heart sunk with heaviness. She
felt lonely sense Of desertion, that made
her think duly: 81 wonder If Jacob felt
like this when 1 left him long agol If so, I
do not wonder that he can't forgive me-"
1t was some seconds before she could re-
ply, then she said, gently: 'If you wish 1t,
Jacob--if you think 1t best"
eyes," answered Jacob, misled by her
quictness into thinking that she did not
mind leaving him. "Ycs, l think it would
be u good thing for both Of you. 1t would
widen Alice's horizon In many ways by let
ting her see more Of the world, and itwould
be q change and a relief to you to get away
from here and all past associations"
"It might be of good to Alice-yes," said
Rose, slowly.
"And not to you!"
my only good is to be near you," an
swered Rose, softly.
"What Is that" answered Jacob, quick
ly. "Don't make polite speeches to me-
just to please me, Rose"
~ am only speaking the truth, Jacob
you know that"-geutly still.
"Rose! Do you mean to soy that you
don't want to leave met That you prefer to
remain here where am9"
"Yes, Jacob"
II he had not looked at her just then and
seen the hopeless droop of her head, per-
haps what happened would have never come
to pass. But he did see 1t, and, kneeling
down in front Of her chair, he put his two
hands on hers, and said, passionately: |:
"Rose, look at mel Here am at your feet
again, asking you II you-'
"Oh, my husband" cried Rose, while
sweeping wave Of color made her face
aglow with light; "you could never love me
again"
~ have never stopped loving you, my
darling" rising to his feet and clasping her
close to his heart. "Why, Rose; why, my
wife, did you think sol" kissing hair and
brow and lips. my wife, did you think soa'
"Of course, Jacob, and could not blame
you! Only have been SO hungry for your
love, dear, and longed 80 to be In your arms
like this" smiling up at him through happy
tears. "And now"
"And now," laughed Jacob, ''you will be
here forever, won't you, my dear"
''rd like to be, but when you send me
away to Europe" said Rose, mischievously,
''l'll have to come out Of them, I suppose" !"
"You humbugl You know better; as II
I'll let you 60 out Of my sight nowp' put
ting her away an instant and looking at her
fondly. "Ah! my wife! You are little
older! A little silver mixed in among the
gold-but you are more beautiful than you
ever WERE"
"May your eyesight be always as bad as
1t 10 now" laughed Rose. Then suddenly
raising his hand to her lips, she said, hum
bly,: "Forgive me all the past-can you,
dcarl"
"No; love never forgives,'' putting. her
arms about his neck with smile; sit only
loves. VIII that answerF'
"Oh, my husband! I am not worthy Of
you'll am not worthy Of youw
"Hush, dearest; do not say that. II father
could only see us now how happy he would
be-"
II hope, my husband, that he cam" whis-
pered Rose, softly.
There lives now ut No. - Fifth avenue Q
rather elderly couple, whose daily loving
happiness Is . revelation to all who meet
them. Their oontentment and Joy is infec-
tous, and no one goes to Mr.. and Mrs.
Jacob Lanes without feeling the better
forit.
IT. what we are that affects those about
us, and there is no better sermon ever
preached than that Of happiness.
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