The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1891-05-21
was that cheek which had looked so
healthful, SO pale? Before her she
saw her youthful lover, George Lives

! healthful, SO pale? Before her she
saw her youthful lover, George Lives
| ton.
The words were pronounced which
fettered them for life. They left the
dwelling, she not daring to ask why
that change from a youthful drunk
ard to a minister of the Church. To
| ahotel they FASTENED, for not yet was
he prepared to take her to that home
which he had before pictured as being
so full Of hope and promise.
Weeks passed; she grew weary; long
ed for her fathers mansion, the dear
ones at home. He who had sworn to
remain forever true now returned late
at night with no words OF cheer from
lips that savored of wine.
Time passed. There in her chamber.
lonely and sad, the wife waited anx-
lously, waited long; but those well
come footsteps cheered her not. She
fell asleep, and awoke only as the
morning sun stole in through the win
dow. Why had he not come? She
learned too soon that her husband
was gamester, and was confined in
gaol for forgery. Yes, for forgery!
How could sherelease him-inmocent
! as she believed him to be? She inquir-
ed Tor the most celebrated LAWYER in
the place, and was direct
ed to a large, handsome house;
thlther she FASTENED, not knowing
hardly what she was doing, and soon
entered his private office, told ner
story and entreated his assistance:
She looked up, daring to hope for
aid. Before her stood Harry PercivaI
the ardent lover Of her youth. To
HIM she had been kneeling, supplicat-
ing, and entreating. What if he, as
she once did, should disdain her suit
treat her with scorn and contemptH
No, he accepted.
Upon the day of the trial he entered
the courtroom. Behold his client!
BY his side sat his sorrowful bride:
Dark the case seemed, stern and severe.
the Judge, still more stern and hard
hearted appeared the jury. At length
he pleaded, with all the eloquence of
former years. 1t was but words idly
spoken then; what if such should now
prove the case?
The jury retired, and on their return
amid deathlike stiffness, pronounced
their verdict-"Not guilty."
She knelt before that vast assembly
to thank her kind benefactor. She
rose; by his side stood his friend and
class-mate, the Rev. George Liveston,
who, fearing the worst, had determine
ed to be present to console her.
The evening she had last stood be-
fore him, had he desired to speak
words of caution; but we'll he knew,
from past experience, reproach and
scOrn would be returned for the kind
ness. All he had to do-all he could
do-was to unite the bonds and ask
Heaven to bless their union; that her
pathway through life might be strown
with flowers, and never be called upon
to partake of Marah's bitter waters.
The trial over, the scene forgotten,
that wife earnestly hoped it would be
a change for the better. Vain hope!
delusive fancy! as we'll might you try
to stop the onward flow Of the Aissis-
slppi by wooing it with pleasant
words, as to seek by human Influence
to change the career of one so stepped
in crime.
But there came some comfort at
last; a babe was born-the image Of
it's father. How she watched, Wept,
and prayed that it would cheer her
pathway, and on the great ocean of
life avoid the shoals and quicksands
upon which his father had been hope
lessly wrecked.
Lonely and sad, one Sunday morn
ing, sorrowful at heart as she heard
the merry chimes Of the Sabbath bells,
memory led her back to the sacred
past, and she determined to seek the
house OF God, with her little one by
her side she entered one of the large
churches of the city. With her head
bowed in grief she scarce dared look
around, until at last the minister
arose and announced his text. Such
eloquence before she had never heard,
and with breathless silence that vast
assembly drank in his words.
And who was it that admiring
crowds thus loved to listen to?
None else than George Liveston, her
former lover.
After services she FASTENED away to
her hotel, for as yet she had not found
that home which her ardent lover had
pictured to her as being so full Of
beauty and promise, and for which
she had exchanged her fathers man
sion.
Years had passed since then; her
aged father and loved mother had de-
parted to a better land, where the
"weary are at rest"
While she was thinking of her youth
tul days, a servant entered the room,
bearing a note.
She hastily opened and read; the
worst had come at last. Ina moment
of passion her husband had struck
fellow-gambler, injuring him to such an
extent that his life WAS despaired OF,
and he was again confined in Jail.
She FASTENED to him with words of
comfort and devotion, then again
sought the mansion of Harry Percival,
to plead and entreat again for his
services. sa-.r, '}..s s, Fas-
Alas! will he again, without fee or
reward, engage in so dark a cause?
She rangth door-bell; aservant APP
peared. With trembling lips she in
quired for Harry Percival. No such
person lived there. - > 80
"Where does he live'"
The maid did not know, and the
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