Year: 1874

were of color with his morals, and re
ported some very nasty stories, quite
bad enough for even the best society tC
swallow, and George Wettemore conse
quently became judge and remained
Judge up TO the present time. Gle was
not 9 sweet man by any means. lie
ever led young ladies or marie d ladies
into cosy corners, and whispered tender
things nto eager ears, but he was much
sought'afte nevertheless, and no one
could accuse him of favoritism, and
after awhile the stories died and the
Judge became g moral man, If not q
married one.


Aud the years passed on, rs old time
has habit of casting them behind him
| INTO that vast ocean OF the past, leaving
| the bitter scraps OF memory along the
wayside called experience
Miss Harrington had one of these
! hurled at her rs she entered the ''Work-
| ers' room.


Seated before her writing desk in her
own home she was vainly trying to over
come the pain.


Hot, sore tears fell on the letter be
fore her, obscurIng the writing, but She
knew eVeTy egyord. 1I1es ila1 g
delibly fixed IN her heat Tor yeaIs.
They had cheered her dark and lonely
life. that her woman's pride had forced
upon her. 4 hundred times had that
seeming cold and stately old maid
pressed them t. her ! ps in passionate
love, crying


Darling. my darling -


Aud yet the writer and been passed
with cold bow, and been in the same
company with her many, many times,
and she greeted him with perfect IN
difference.


Her love was undyinp, and her sor-
row was secret, for she was woman.


Judge Wettcmore was i'll the doe
tor said he had no hope.


judge Wettemore said something to
the doctor, and that gentleman drove
with all speed to Miss Harrlngton's
cot age. In few moments he drove
back again with that lady at his side.


He led her TO the sick mans door,
and softly closed himself Out-stand-
ing, or walking guard ID the hall, with
q curious face under his white hair.


Ollie, Ollie. At last you forgive p


Almost tOttCFiug with the intensity of
her emotion, towards the sick mau she
turned. One little moment and the
years were wiped out his head was
resting over her weary, hungry heart,
the respleudeuce of her eloquent face,
giving him the longed for answer.


When the doctor entered the room
again he received another commission,
and before another day was passed. old
mother Grundy was IN highest glee,
telling her extensive family the news.


Judge Wettemors and Miss Har-
ringtcn are married y


Widow Meuken knew all about it.


Judge Wettemore got well the doc
tor couldn't help it; he said 1t was not
his fault.


When the new made husband was
well enough TO travel, he took his wife
to the city, and they went 10 the eerne-
terry and stood beside a little mound,
and she took some. .tear-dimmed letters
and made an altar of the grave, and
burnt them.


Some portion Of their contents may
interest the reader.


Would you c4uelly sacrifice two
lives for an indiscretion, where the sin
was not premeditated and the blame as
much on the other side / was not
myself-the other party designedly
5ottaeaa st Itlbes ItlllbaegsaiiSsss.lssas,5r
mercy on me. [ love YOU h-rond eysss
God, beyond every thing OIL ea7.,i = N.Y.
souls salvation, [ have made what
atonement was IN my power. With
this terrible lesson before me do You
not b live me, when I tell you my sins
ara Of the past X thu my mothers grave
haunting me sleeping or waking viii
ever forget again or place myself ut the
mercy Of the tempter? God hear me,
NO.


Ollie, my pure darling, DO not turn
from the repeutent.


'' George Wettemore-Do you dare
cast the burden Of your degradation On
the woman Po II despisable Adam, ii
there was bat the least pity IN my soul
for YOU, this attempt to Tighten your
crime at She expense of your unhappy
companion would Kill it. Our life Is
apart. Never dare insalt me with re-
newal Of your proposals. Yourself and
your future are dead TO me. l despise
you, destroyer of innocence, let this be
your answer.


What q queer contradiction wo-
man is.


Miss Harrington, or rather Mrs.
Judge Wettemore, never thought It nee
essary to inform the community that
she had particular-if painful-int er-
est in the little founding she took un-
der her protection, or that she had the
waif brought into the village, or that
the secret OF its parentage belonged TO
her husband Judge Wettemore.


- And still to love, though pressed with i'll,


In wintry age to feel no chill,


With me is TO be lovely still.


Ny Mary