Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1896-04-25

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past few weeks she has been stronger
and more like herself than at any time
since Bessie died. The climate here
IS building her. up wonderfully. 1t
was while We were a. Berlin that we
! met Mr.. Murchisou, who was class
mate Of Harry Owens. He remem-
bered having spent an evening at our
house with Kate and Harry several
! years ago, just before they were grad.
uated
He has beensso kind to us in many
ways. / cannot tell you all, diary it
would take too long altogether too
our rambles through Germany, and
had to 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 on to this dear old inn
on Lake Constance. The days have
seemed SO long to me Of late, and |
have often wondered why. Tonight
| | know. 1t was because-well, diary,
he calne to-day, and everything is
bright again.
Tonight, while mamma slept, Kat
rlne sat with her, and we two walked
upon the shore. 1t was q 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 SO much to
tell, SO many little instances to relate
that had occurred since we parted at
Dresden. Suddenly silence fell be-
tween us, and for long time we
! walked slowly Oh, with hand claspcd
] close III hand, beside the shining
water. 1t was SO solemn. diary dear.
There was such June intensity about
US. 1t was the time and place for a
betrothal.
At last ne spoke to me but what he
said to, little diary, / cannot even
write upon your pure white pages.
III love him more. more
Than eer wife loved before,
Be the days dark or bright
| September 10, 1871 How fast time
/ flies to be sure Mamma has been
! spending week with me, and today
we took long drive through the
! country lanes, where the feathcry
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 | shall
miss her SO much. 1t seems as if the
only blot upon my otherwise happy
! life is the fact that she caunot always
be near me. Today she said to me:
Rose, You ought to be the happicst
woman i'll the world, with your lovely
home, perfect liberty, and such n
! 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 been
too happy for me. ] fear this utter
peace, this nnchangin1 serenity can
not always last. VIII the clouds be
heavier when they 10 come IN con
trast with this beautiful sunlight? ? /
am afraid ain trlhe depressed to-
night, SO had better lay my pen away,
unit! l can inscribe more cheerful
sentiments upon Your pages, little
diary
April -, ls46. How the rain pours
down! All dav long, INCREASINGLY. 1t
has ralned and rainei Fred is in
Boston, and 1t is hardly time for his
train to be due, SO ] Will spend tue
time tina: must elapse before his re.
turn with you, my little brown vol
nme, that for 50 many years has bee
my contidant. |, will not be long
now until my thirtie.h birthday. 1t
doesn't seem possible. does it? Some
way. | amiioneiv tonight 1t has been
such long, dreary day. and the mo-
rneats now are longer and drearler.
Little Bessie lies fast aslesp in her
crib. TIE darling The falling rain
cannot disturb her sweet, quiet sIum.
Der. How 1t dashes against the wiz
dow. 1t is time that Fred vas here.
Hsrk! | hear bis step Goodnight,
diary.
July 3, 1856 --Oniv few davs ago
was fifty days old | seem so old,
. old am all alone IN the world.