The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1905-08-16

| w WIN NonuelUfnt III It's tnt0 race
at her look OF keen anguish. The letter
which caused Louisa so much sorrow
though under different circumstances
1t would have yielded her only joy and
delight-ran thus
MY Dear Chld-Mothcr and I. and
some Of the others are coming to see
you. 1t seems m age since you left
MS. If all is with sou US wc hope. the
coming anniversary of your marriage
shall be kept al home as we promised
The fifth should be. That seems too
/ long to wait Mother and your broth.
erS and sisters send their best love.
Your loving father.
GILES NEWCOMBE."
Louisa had read this first letter from
home till she knew It by heart. vet
she drew II forth once more as she sat
slowly rocking her babe to sleep. II
was 10 O'Clock, her usual bedtime. hut
Vincent had not yet come in. and she.
poor. patient soul. never thought of
going TO her rest. however weary she
might be. till he came. she heard his
footsteps soon not walking lightly.
buoyantly, as in the days that seemed
TO the heavy-hearted wife so far in
the past, but heavily, slugclshly.
He entered the room where. with the
letter in her hand. she sat One glance
at the reeling form and she dropped
the letter in her pocket.
In the morning she gave II 10 him.
Well he said. when he had finished
it, so they're coming to pass Judgment
upon me. are they? Better wait. I
should think, till | ask them. ask
no odds Of anybody's relations. and III
not submit to this Court-martlal sort Of
thing which these people propose
"Oh. Vincent
That was all Louisa said, but the
tears which filled her eyes might have
spoken volumes to the erring husband
had he rightly interpreted them.
The girl-wife-for she was but n girl
in years, though old in bitter expert.
ence-turned away her face. and lean
ing against the mantel. sobbed and
cried till even Vincent Lenolr's dulled
senslbllities were stirred.
There, Louisa. don't he a baby. 7
know I've disappointed you. and I'll
disappont your folks when they come
and see me"
But Vincent" bitterly sobbed Lou
lisa, you needn't
Needn't come home as did last
night, you would say? Well. Will
not. Only let me know when they are
coming
But cannot tel; you that. Vincent.
Father didn't state when they would
be here. Oh / might have been 50
proud of you, my husband, if you had
only"
Louisa broke down in a fresh burst
Of tears.
81 know you'll be ashamed OF me be-
fore them. Lon, and | shall be ashamed
of myself. But there's no use IN my
trying to be anything more than the
miserable thing am. Only I'll prom
ise TO keep straight while your rela.
tives are here. VIII they come TO-
day. do you thlnk?'
They may, Vincent: youl not for
get?"
The young wife put her arms around
her miserable husbands neck and
kissed him. He returned the kiss, say
inc:
NO; I'll be sure to remember"
He left the house for his place Of
business.
That afternoon. while Louisa. almost
happy in her husbands promise was
busy with her little one. the doorbel
rang. ana a troop of smlllng-faced
country people headed by the good old
deacon were ushered in. Tears were
shed, as they always are at such meet
!ngs. Greetings We're exchanged and
the baby was duly kissed and admired.
Tea was postponed that Vincent
might share 1t with them. Louisa east
uneasy glanccs ever and anon down the
street. but Vincent did not come.
rs he generally so late my darllne?'
asked the klnd-faced mother
And Louisa colorel ana stammered.
ana only made out TO say:
Sometimes"
The deacon and some Of the brothers
exchanged glanccs. The deacon's wife
and one or two OF the sisters wiped
their eyes.
I'm just walk down the street n
little ana meet him." said the deacon.
And he went.
The worthy man had gone n couple
Of blocks. when he recognized in man
staggering toward him the one who
had won from his old age its last cher
lshed flower-and only 10 crush It.
He turned, and was slowly rctracing
his steps, when Vincent Lcnolr came
up with him.
Don't know what Loull say" he
muttered TO himself. "she's mighty par
ticlar;" then laying his hand on the
deacon's shoulder; "What d'you think
bout II, old man-dou't you think she's
mighty par-tic'larY
"What about?' asked the deacon.
huskily.
Bout me an my in'cent in-du'-
gences"
The old man made no answer. His
heart was too heavy for speech. He
had hoped TO find his daughters hns.
band all that could be desired and how
had his hopes fallen
but I'll tell you. old man there'll
be an uncommon time tonight. You
see she's lookingfor her folks-slraight-
laced set--and she's 'fraid / won't
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