The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1896-05-08

The doctor thinks che Is improving,
and II has seemed 10 mo that IN the
past few weeks she has been stronger
aud more like herself than at any time
since Bessie died. The climate here
Ia building her up wonderfully. Il
was whAe We we're 81 Berlin that We
met Mr. Murchison, who was q class.
mate Of Harry Ovens He remem.
bered having spent an evening a our
house with Kate and Harry several
years ago, just before they we're grad.
uated.
He has been so kind to as in many
waya ] cannot tell you oil, diary il
would take too long-altogethor too
long; but he was with us in most Of
our rambles through Germany, and
had 10 leave us when we concluded to
stay in Dresden awhile. he had to
return to Berlin on business. That
was six weeks back, and only ten days
ago we came en- to this dear old inn
on Lake Constance The days have
seemed so long to me Of late, and 1
have often wondered why. Tonight
know. II was because-well, diary,
he came to-day, and everything is
bright again.
Tonight, while mamma slept, Kat
rine sat with her, and we two walked
upon the shore. It was a perfect
night Nothing but still, intense light
upon the surface of the water, a silver
haze upon the mountain peaks, and
shadows here and there upon the
slopes. Beneath the arching trees we
walked, and Oh, there was SC much to
tell, so many little instances % relate
that had occurred since We parted at
Dresden. Suddenly a silence fell be-
tween us, and for long time we
walked slowly on, with hand clasped
close in hand, beside the shining
water. 1t was so solemn, diary dear.
There was such June intensity about
US. 1t was the time aud place for a
betrothal.
AT last he spoke to me but what he
said to, little diary, 1 cannot even
write upon your pure white pages.
"I'n love him more, more
Than e'er wife loved before,
Be the days dark or bright"
September 10, 1841. How fast time
flies to be sure Mamma has been
spendinga week with me, and today
we took a long drive through the
country lanes, where the feathery
plumes of the golden-rod wave beside
the fences. 1t hardly seems as if it
can be September Mamma goes to-
morrow. The dear woman / 1 shall
miss her so much. 1t seems as if the
only blot upon my otherwise happy
life is the fact that she cannot always
be near me. Today she said to me;
Crosse, you ought to be the happiest
woman in the world, with your lovely
home, perfect liberty, and such a
good husband.
And am happy. During the three
years that have rolled by SO fast since
the June day when Fred and [ were
married among the roses, life has beer
too happy for me. fear this utter
peace, this unchanging serenity can
not always last. Will the clouds b.
heavier when they do come in con-
trast with this beautiful sunlight
am afraid am a trihe depressed to-
night, so had better lay my pen away,
until l can inscribe more Cheerful
sentiments upon your pages, little
diary.
April Is, 1916. How the rain pour
down! All day long, increasingly, l
has rained and rained. Fred is il
Boston, and it is hardly time for his
train to be due, SO 1 will spend the
time that must elapse before his re-
turn with you, my little brown vol
ume, that for SO many years has beer
my confdant. 1t will not be lon
now until my thirtieth birthday. L
doesn't seem possible, does it? Som
way, I am lonely tonight. It has beer
such long, dreary day, and the mo
ments now are longer and drearler
Little Bessie lies fast aslesp in he
crib. The darlingl The falling rail
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