Greenfield Evening Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 14 May 1895 — Page 4

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I A N S

ONE GIVES RELIEF.

The Rector of Abemthiiey.

This was said so slowly, so measurealy, that it caused ine to look tip into his face. "We have loved each other for a long while, Leonard. I am very, very happy! How could you possibly lower yourself in my estimation by such tin avowal? How I wish that words of mine could restore the summer in your heart." "It may never be. dearest Jenny. I am like a blasted pine upon a dreary heath a Pariah, more of an outcast from his own soul than from the world without. In this hour you will curse me, Jenny, just as I shall curse myself. In this hour I may sear your heart just as mine has been seared, turn it to stone, just as mine has been turned. It is the hour of my sin, and I shrink away from the consciousness I have of the purity of your inner life. Jenny, I have loved you long and well. The passion swells my veins with fire while I speak. My companionship with you has taught me much— much of hope and faith and love. "God does not create the intelligent

mind with its powers and faculties fully

formed at the beginning, with all the principles of truth apparent to thought, and all the elements of experience infolded in its consciousness. He creates it infantile. He makes the very commencemcnt of its being dependent upon others, and then he leaves the forces that are lodged in it and that are innately prophetic of a future to be unfolded, trained and matured by the action of other minds, manifested in speech or books, by the exercise of thought, by the

ministry of experience—above all, by contact witli effort and disappointment. I have learned more by my companionship with you, by the action of your mind, than by effort and suffering and experience combined. But why should I speak of this? I have told you that I love you. That is very sweet. What I have to add is very, very bitter. Jenny, you can never be my wife!"

His face was very white. There was a dull, icy glare in his eyes and a perceptible shudder passed over him. Perhaps we were alike affected and alike manifested it. I felt a sudden chilliness in the air, and I caught at the window hangings for support. I did not speak for a little while. Then taking both his hands in mine and looking steadfastly into his face I said: "Leonard, what does all this mean? Why can I not be your wife?"

He took my arms and made me put them around his neck. Then he said, in a low, husky whisper, "Jenny, I am married!"

One quick, passionate embrace, one

door. Oh, the wretchedness of that hour! I never thought that one's heart could bear so much and yet not break. I felt tenfold more wretchod, more unsatisfied, more sick and tired of life and the world than I did when they laid a beloved mother in the grave and later still the invalid Alice. There were no tears in my eyes. It was a grief too deep for tears. I crept up to my chamber, frigl

I camint sci that I teas afraid of her.

Now I was able to account for many things about the rector that had seemed singular to me. Ilis frequent absence from the parish his sullen moodiness his alternate warmth and coldness toward me. I was certain that he loved mo very much—warmly, passionately. Those words that he had spoken had long been burning in his soul. They must have found vent sooner or later. There are some things that the heart must either be relieved of—or burst.

Well, months wont by and tho winter set in again. Mr. Jackson ceased to be attentive to me and even avoided my society. It required a mighty effort. I could read it in his melancholy eyes and in his more than common restlessness. In part I felt thankful for the course of action he had adopted. While it male me admire him all the more, it also gave me time to fortify my own soul and reconcile it to i:s first great sorrow.

I have an incident of another night in March to relate. It was not a clear, starlit night, though. It was a dreary, wintry night, wondering whether it should relent into the capriciousness of April. A disagreeable rain was falling, one of those wretched compromises between snow and sleet. I was sitting alone by the fire, my pupils had retired to bed, and Mr. Ashley had gone to the adjoining village.

Suddenly the door opened, and there entered, preceded by a gust of wind almost visible in the mistiness, a young woman. Sho walked straight up to the grate and held her hands over it, neither speaking nor looking around her. It Was 1hi,s silence that made me feel so uncomfortable. A chilliness crept over me .•is I gazed upon her it was not tho chilliness of the rain, but. the chilliness of dread.

She was scantily attired, though a heavy blanket carelessly thrown around her had in a manner protected her from the storm. Her hair was disheveled and very black. Her face was ghostly white, and her: eves dull and ghastly.

long, burning kiss, and I was alone. I seemed only conscious that the rector ing the daytime to ask how the strange had staggered across the rqftm, out of the woman with the white face was, just as

ened at my own ghostliness. I prayed for strength that I might endure, for patience that I might wait, for.life that I might live!

line tnose or a drowned they are found open. I cannot say that I was afraid of her. Che seemed perfectly harmless, and theie was an air of refinement about her that told of better days. -v "It is cold," I said.

She turned around and bent her eyes upon me—no, flashed before they were so icy, but now how they blazed! "Who said it was cold?" she asked fiercely. "I did," I replied in a mild tone, though I was conscious that I trembled. "You. eh? Well, it's nothing to you or to me if it is cold! Who makes it cold? It is a nice night to those who never get out into any night at all! IIow bright the fagots in this little hole Blaze on the hearth and warm the pict"r*d wall! Did Campbell say that? Well, there are no 'pleasures of hope' for me—I have no hope. What makes you stare at me so? But I oughtn't to speak so gruffly you are a woman and may help me. Tell I me, do you think me crazy?"

I did not answer directly. It required I an evasive answer, and one so framed that she could not detect that it was such. I still kept my eyes upon her, and said quietly: "Who said that you were crazy? Take a chair. I want to talk with you." "Ha! ha! ha! Just like I answered you awhile ago. Well, I ain't crazy, I though they say I am. I have just broke out of the madhouse. Ah! I am a good hand at stratagem! There now, send me back!" "You need not fear me. I have no reason for sending you any where. You can stay here. ou are no more crazy than I am."

A warm light came into her eyes at those words, and with a little persuasion I got her to lie down on the sofa, where she soon sank into a slumber. My thoughts were varied as I gazed into that face, pale and careworn, yet beautiful still and framed in with its wealth of raven hair. My life had been a life of toil and struggling and suffering. One by one my relatives had passed into the shadowy tomb, and just then there was a great sorrow brooding in my heart, but I felt thankful that, amid all, God had still vouchsafed unto me my reason. A prayer went up in that lone, quiet room the wind still howled dismally without, but there was a calmness in my heart. I parted the hair from her white forehead, and there were tears in my eyes as I watched her low, childish breathing.

She remained prostrated a week, subject to attacks of insanity that at times really frightened us. Mr. Ashley took JUS much interest in her as I did, and the children often stole up to her room dur

if the faces of other women were not white. In a week from the night upon which the came to Abernthney Hall she died, It rained on that night, too it rained on the day .we buried her: it rained on tho day she was married and no doubt on the day she was born. So had been her life, always listening to the "fitful sighing of the rain

The rector was absent during the time our strange visitor was sick. He reI turned On the

eArening

The rector was somewhat startled when he beheld me sitting in the study instead of Mr. Ashley. He, ho\ t\ reached out his hand quite cordially "You seemed troubled," I said, "I have much to trouble me, Jenny," he said sorrowfully, "yet I am still thankful that God gives me strength to bear it all. You have been writing?" "Yes, I was writing to you. It is not necessary now. Vou are wanted to oiiiciate at a funeral." "Is it possible? Any of tho parishioners dead?" "No, it is a strange woman who died here—a erarcy woman."

Oh, how white his face grew! lie caught at the table for support. "Died where?" ho asked huskily. I "Here, in the house," 1 replied wonderingly. "She is lying in the parlor, arrayed for the tomb."

He looked at me for a moment his eyes grew veiy much like hers in their vacant stare then he took up the lamp, forgetting that he was leaving me in the darkness and passed down stairs. I followed him. impelled by a thought that made me shudder just then because it thrilled my veins with a sort of pleasure.

The rector was kneeling beside the corpse, kissing the cold hps and niurmurin... "Gli, Elsie!

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wife! 1113'beauti

ful one Again that, thought flaabod through my brain. Sho was indeed the rector's wife, and tie thought would sooner shape into a certainty. There was a choking pen:-at ion in my throat, but ere I could turn away the rector saw me. He motioned me to his side, but without petting up from his knees.

nat

person wnen

before she was

buried. I heard him coming up into the titudy. The crazy woman was lying in her shroud in the room below, with a calm serenity upon her face and with a few choice hothouse flowers looped among her dark curls. The kind hands of little Carrie had done that.

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"She told me nothing about herself or the past. I heard you call her wife." "Yes. she was my wife. She is at rest now, and it is better for her and for me. No prayers need be offered up for a soul so kind and so good as hers

He said nothing more just then, which in a manner surprised me. He rose up, foh'ed his arms and gazed steadfastly hsi" the face of the dead. A scalding ce:- fell upon my hand. He seemed to aav'- forgotten that I was near him, and

I stole up into my room to weep. But in the pulpit, when ho preached the funeral sermon of his own once beautiful wile, he explained it all. Many eyes filled with tears then, and the hearts of the people went out further than ever toward their suffering pastor.

The remainder of the story is soon told. Insanity had been hereditary in the family of the rector's wife. She knew it, but had not dared to tell him of it. The dread presentiment that sho would eventually fall a victim to the horrid disease draped many hours that otherwise would have been joyous ones in the blqckness of night.

At last it came in the third year of her marriage, and the poor, almost heartbroken rector was compelled to send her to an insane asylum. He visited her often while there, providing many comforts for her and leaving no means untried to restore her.

Sometimes she appeared perfectly sane, meeting him with all the pleasantry of yore and asking to be taken to his heart again at other times sho would be perfectly ungovernable and charge him with the most violent abuses, and this lasted five years.

But she was dead now she had gone to her home at last—to a beautiful home decked with stars and gorgeous in the unspeakable richness of Christ. "And you and the rector wero married in the end?" is the suggestive query.

And very meekly yet contentedly I answer, "We were." THE END.

How TJlue Paper Was Discovered.

It was by the purest accident that the simple process of tinting white paper was discovered. It was the result of sheer carelessness in a woman. The wife of an English paper maker named William East, accidentally dropped the "bluebag," a small bag full of bluing with which she was about to blue her washing, into a vat of pulp, where it lay long enough to give the entire iss a bluish tinge before, to her consternation, she recovered it. So terrified was she at the result of her gross carelessness and its disastrous result that she dared not mention the fact to her husband, whose dismay at what he considered the discoloration and destruction of the entire lot of paper made from tho mass was his worry for months.

He considered tho paper spoiled and an entire loss, but suffered it to remain in an out of the way place as unsalable stock for four years, when, in order to get it out of the way and to make room for better stock, he sent it to his agent in London, asking him to get rid of it at an}- price. To the paper maker's utter surprise, in a short time he received from his agent an order for a great quantity of the bluish paper and found upon inquiry concerning the sanity of the agent that tho bluish paper being a novelty had taken wonderfully with the public. But East was in a dilemma, for he had no idea as to how to give tho blue tinge to the paper ordered by his agent and wearily tried without result for many days and nights.

Mentioning his trouble to his wife one day she admitted her carelessness and told of the wa3r in which the pulp happened to become spoiled by the bag of bluing. Tho paper maker was overjoyed at the revelation, found it an easy ta.sk to give the tinge to his white paper and until tho time of his death, which oecurred many years after, he was unable to supply ho great demand Cor blue pa-.. per, so acceptable and relieving to the eye of tho writer. —Boston Herald.

An Old AVoJiiriii's ('uro For Dyspepsia.

"The most remarkable thing that has ever occurred to mo in my earllily r.:-i reer," said Lugcne r-.LcXolsoy, "occurrsome years -go when I was aiuirted wi.ii I dyspepsia. 1 had a ease, as.-urj you. (.)!:, I nil up. Food was disgusting. 1 had no appetite, and 1 just walked around looking for some 1 place to lay down and die. Homo time passed, anil I grew worse. I saw myself a physical wreek, and try as I might 1 simply couldn't r"vive appeiire nor ambition. Finally 1 ran intoanoid woman, a kind of witch 1 guess—old women are always witches when they dress in fad garm-'iits and predict to you—who said I that I would gat well if 1 should go to a certain farm and three times day cast an ear of corn to a white pig and then listen to it eat. I do not believe in sneh rites: but, dear me, I was so sick that 1 was willing to try anything. "So 1 bought a white pig, secured a pen for it within the mentioned farm limits, and dail}-made three journeys with an ear of corn that 1 threw in and then watched the pig eat. Well, do you know the sound of that pig crunching ami sucking those corn grains made me hungry.

Oh, I enjoyed the sensation so much. It mado

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ravenous. When I returned

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walk I wanted to eat. So 1

continued visiting the white pig and eating three good meals a day until I wa.s myself again and as healtln* as I am now. I don't caro to understand the whyness of it now. I am only too glad to bo well."—St. Louis Globe-Democrat.

Ii\s. itlmirc 111 I'olitirs.

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etta, (.i. JMooie has heen selected as 1 eiHporary chairman of ihe l-'rohib.tioii state convent

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Springlield. ()., Juno II to J.'J. Mrs. Moore is a Universalist nreaeher, residing at Springlield and well known throughout Ohio and adjoining slates. She is tho first woman ever selected to preside at a slate political convention.

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