Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1895-12-05

asked her to his wife.
Why! Because his heart was still
true to his love for Dora and the fall
sity of his suspicious was proved by her
rejection Of many others who offered her
their love.
Once more he went to her and asked:
Dora. will you not come to me
Will you not reward all these years
of constancy? love you only, Dora 7
u cannot she answered.
Why? Why? Tell me?'
Because, better than my own life l
love one
What more she woule have said, he
heard not; for, starting up. he said -
Enough, Dora. May you be happy.
I will 90 now and strive to be grateful.
at least. to one who I know has loved
me long. can offer her poor recon-
pence for years of devotion. Farewell 7
He was gone, and poor Dora had
drained to the very bottom her cup so
ove.aowing with bitterness.
>Oh, when will this weary journey be
over? Pity, pity ME, heavenly father :
she sobbed.
A coming step fell on her ear, and
she knew Willie was near. And her
heart grew calmer, and breathed the
grateful prayer:-
Forgive my murmuring. Father.
Through my sorrow have gained
blessed boom
Yes, her brother had kept bis vow.
remaining firm against all temptations.
Julia Garnet was triumphant at last.
Her marriage was fixed for an early
day. But when only two days remained
before the time for which she had so
long hoped, she was stricken with fe.
yer, which proved to be Of contagious
form.
This reached Doras ear while visit.
ing a sick friend. From the attending
physician came the intelligence, and he
added:
u fear she will suffer. All have fled
except her mother, who is too feeble
herself to do much for her. Do you
know, Miss Warner Of competent
nurse 1 could obtain?'
u do. I will find one immediately
Hush she is stirring. She will
awake to consciousness, said the doctor
as he bent over the prostrate form of
the sleeper, who, in a moment after
opened her eyes, looked inquiring an
insta Mt into his, and whispered -
Have | been asleep? ! was 80 tired!
When Julia was sleeping 80 sweetly. /
must have lost myself
A pleasant little smile was on the
doctor g face, when he said to himself:
Yves, my dear: You lost yourself for
Just three weeks
Willie came in and pressed his lips
to hers, so pale and thin. And then
gradually the truth was given to her,
Beside the suffering Julia she had
stayed, despite all the entreales and
commands Of her brother and the doc
tor. And when the fearful crisis had
passed, the noble girls strength failed,
and she too, was stricken with the same
fearful fever. Long days and nights
Willie and the nurse watched beside
her couch, and Julia Garnet teebly how
cred near, praying-for she could pray
then-that the noble, suffering girl
might live.
May come IN, doctor?' asked a
voice at the door, so low and sweet, that
Dora looked up with surprise, as in an
swer to the permission, Julia came to
her side-Jula, whose sharp eyes were
softened, and glowed with new and
holy light, as she bent over and whis
pered:-
Dear Doral Good, noble, forgiving
Dorar
YOU do not hate me now, Julia? On!
I've had such happy dreamsv
v love you Dora. But there is one
who loves you better than l. Your fu-
ture life shall be one long, happy
dream, Look at me, Dora. Thank God,
the wicked girl you used to know died
in that dreadful fever, and you nursed
her back to life another. better one,
whose aim is now only to prove her
gratitude to God and you. Harry
knows all. He has forgiven me, and is
waiting now to gain your permission TO
come to you
'And you-you love him. No. no;
he is yours!
Dora, l do love Harry Noble; but
l have learned to love justice better
than him. l can return him to his own
true love without struggle I
A few weeks after there was quiet
little wedding, when Julia and Willie