Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1896-07-09
LOVE is EVER :YOUNG.

Senleu ueF uAuuSOme, anxious faCS aC
the window.
When he handed out the post to her
and she found not the letter she longed
for, an angry face 1t was that peered in
at him, and stern-albeit well bred
voice that demanded of him TO hunt
through every box, lest perchance he
had made some error in distributing.
The deserted, neglected wife must
blame somebody, and she would not
blame her husband She did not at first
even dream of blaming Joseph.
By the middle of the week her whole
mod changed. She felt hurt, deeply
nurt. There seemed to be no reason, no
excuse for such neglect. To think that
this, their first separation in so many
years, should be unbridged by a word!
She could not have the consolation of
writing to him, for be had left no ad-
dress, there being an uncertainty about
the very part of London in which that
| troublesome Perley was living.
1t was the way of men, and he, 1t
seems, was not better than the rest of
them. Once out of her sight he forgot
forgot all the love and daily devotion
of forty-two years.
By. Saturday morning Mrs. Allestree
was ill-ill enough to go to bed. jim
my had to fetch both posts, and, after
delivering in person the first one, he
vowed to Molly that he would not ap-
proaCh Mrs. Allestree again while Mr..
Alestree was away.
All day Sunday Mrs. Allestree lay
silent in dark chamber Molly could
not get a word from her, nor would she
eat. 1t was almost restful to be so
weak. True, she was in despair. She
had given up all expectation Of seeing
Joseph again, but, compared with the
bewildering tossings of vain conjecture,
her present state was one of quietude
and peace.
But by Monday morning she was suf-
fering torments once more. She felt
that If Jimmy returned without either
Joseph or letter she would surely die,
and, indeed, she nearly died as 1t was.
When the wheels sounded again upon
the gravel, Mrs. Allestree sat up in bed.
She was whittier than her hair No voices
were heard below She clutched her
heart and gasped. But presently a
door opened and step came up the
stairs. 1t was the step of Joseph. As
he entered the room she fell back
among the pillows.
"My dear Henrietta, what's all this?"
He looked around almost accusingly
upon the two frightened women, as If
he had caught them in the act of assas-
sinatlng their mistress.
Didn't Jimmy tell you?" she MUIR
INJURED.
You know Jimmy never tells any
thing. He did say you weren't well.
But have you been very i'll, dear?"
The women had withdrawn, and he
seated himself upon the bed.
Joseph, you might have sent me one
little linew
"Wh-what? I don't quite compre-
hend. A line?"
Yes, it wouldn't have hurt you to
write line"
Henrietta, wrote to you every day.
and sometimes twice day"
They stared at each other.
But never got solitary letter"
she said presently. Il sent to every
dellvery-went myself until became
Ill. Mr.. Fmmwell said there was moth
ing from you. 1t nearly killed me,
Joseph"
However" he muttered, they could
not have all Observation-Disclosures
| have it! Wait; I'll be back in twenty
minutes and the gentleman fairly ran
out Of the room.
lie laughed all the way downstairs
and she heard his ha. has between his
shouts for Jimmy to bring back the
trap. In a few minutes they ratified
out of the grounds, and within the time
mentioned they ratified back again.
Mr. Allestree tore breathless up tho
stairs, bursting boy-fashion into his
wife's room He carried a package of
letters, which he spread out in n circIa
on the bed. There were fourteen of
them, and every one was addressed IN
Miss Henrietta Shower.
For a short space nothing was said
and then the two aged lovers began 70
laugh and they laughed until they
cried.
Joseph she said, its very funny.
very but 1t was almost the death of
me. How did you come to do it?"
why, Henrietta, love, when onco
got out OF your dear familiar presence
the old days came back completely. Yon
were little Retta Shower, and"
Joseph Allestree blushed; he did No,
often quote poetry '
And our two and forty years
Seemed mist that rolled away.
-Pearson's Weekly.
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