The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1894-10-03
] I.

Now the lives of us both had gone so
far happily; no great heart-shakings be
yond the first sweet rage Of love. and
twas a good time and wholesome to
look back upon. We thought It should
last forever. only the vague CLEAN Of
promise become a constant steady light
Of perfect bliss. But a change came
which 1 must tell you Of, though il fill
me with the perplexity and almost the
grief these long-past events occasoned at
the time. l think 1 said that during the
week Toby was mostly away making
himself a name by his singing in almost
every great city OF the kingdom: but
each Sunday he was in his place among
the choristers of the old cathedral, and
for the rest OF that day we were used TO
be much together. Lively is the remem-
brance of our cheerful suppers Truly
there was a flavor about such bachelor
entertainments, modest noctes ambrOsi-
ance. We had a lightness OF heart then
that surmounted every obstacle to a
careless unthinking felicity, an ard0r in
talk, a harmless enthusiasm for certain
sweetly compounded liquors, an anti
quated love for rank church-warden
pipe-'tis all past
/ come now to a Sunday. the day Of my
betrothal. II was but a word on the
road 10 church. a question answered by
a look, a pressure Of the little hand that
lay upon my arm. and we two were,
dare say. the happiest people in the
cathedral that day. Behind our seat was
from view that way. and when every one
stood up listening to the anthem 1 took
out the flower l had in my coat, being a
sweetbrier rose. and gave II to her. and
she took ii with a shy blush and laid ii
between the leaves OF her hymn book.
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who was gazing upon us intently from
his place In the choir, where he stood In
readiness to sing the solo. Methought
from our position and his look. TOBY had
guessed the whole. for 1 had never be-
fore had the privilege to sit beside her.
Truly that was the sweetest voice ever
heard in man or woman. and there was
a quality in IL that daY that brought the
tears 10 my eyes. Ny companion, too,
was not unmoved. 1t died in such a wall
Of piercing sorrow yet chastened and
infinitely sweet, as even now seems to
echo down to meet me when tread those
lone gray aisIes. Indeed. I think some
times sounds also have their ghosts
IN the evening ] prepared for Toby a
little more anonymously than my wont
could not recall Sunday that he had not
passed those hours with me, and although
the fine weather had changed 10 pour
Ing rain and wind that sounded more like
November than June, this did not much
dlscompose me. for such things were not
apt 10 stand In his way. Yet tonight no
tap came upon the glass. and no voice
asked mockingly II Master Hodge were
within: and tonight. OF all nights OF the
year, this detection cut me strangely. 1
was IN that state when man has an I'M
controlled desire 10 speak all his thoughts
into some friends ear, and found myself
deserted by this intended recipient, my
candles burned down, and all too little
festive preparations Gliding me with their
lnadequateness and futlllty. So I went 30
bed with twlnge OF disappointment al so
unmeaning an end TO memorable day.
IL was not Till the morning, over my
breakfast, that a ghost visited me. IL