Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 25, Number 14, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 29 September 1894 — Page 7

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"A THOUGHT OF HER.

1 know the violet* are sweet— 1 know the bills are fair.

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Until we meet—until wo

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I know God's hills have greenest -th. And ihou hast made a heaven of eai

I know the mocking birds sing ewejt Through all the summer night* Anil fairy sound* of fairy foci

Fall through the dark ar.d J'ut what is swecicr, bvc, to ma Than thy dear, tender siejs could be? I know the rose is ml, dear heart—

Ayol red with crimson pa n. Bat till God knows his rvddcst roue Hath kissed thy lips in twain! And by God's loftiest, lordliest grace I kisicd that rose from thy dear face! —New Yurk Advertiser,

AFTER FIVE YEARS.

"Six years today! What a long timo!" •sighed Maud Merlin, sinking iuto the low seat by tho window and pressing her sad •white faco against tho glass. "Ah, me, how happy 1 was, but it is ail over. I shall never be happy again."

Her dark eyes overflowed with tears, and her memory went back to the old homo of her childhood, the great, rambling country house, with Its spaoious rooms and blazing fires and large hearted hospitality. She oould see the old garden, with its winding borders and cool retreats, and catch the sweet odor of the pinks, and the drowsy murmur of the bees, and there was the woodbine arbor, beneath which she and Harry had sat so often together. How well she remembered one evening above all others—an evening in royal June. The air heavy with spicy odors and a full moon pouring down Its glorifying light upon the snowy billows of orchard bloom, and the long hedges of crimson roses, weighed down by their own Intense perfume. On that evening she had listened to the story that has been so often repeated, but which never grows old. "Maud, my darling, I love you. Will you be my wife?" She recalled the very words, she seemed to hear his dear voice and see his tender eyes. Ti© betrothal ring was still upon her finger, just as he put It there that night, and beside It another, even yet more sacred, her wedding ring.

And this stormy, desolate night was the anniversary. Six years ago and the old homestead had rung with musio and revelry. Every window biased with light, and every broad hearthstone1' glowed with flaming logs. For on that night, robed in white and adorned In blossoms as spotless and sweet as her own virgin heart, Maud, sole daughter of house and heart, and beauty and belle wherever she went, became a bride.

Bidding farewell to the old home and the old friends, Maud went forth with her husband, thenceforth and forever to be the light of his home and the inspiration "of his life.

One year—one 6hort, sweet, happy year, that went by like some rare, rich, melody, without a single note of discord to break Its divine perfection, and then the trouble came. The bare remembrance of it blanched tho wife's cheeks and made her breath oome in quick, painful gasps. At the close of that short, happy year of her wedded life her husband received information concerning the Illness of an only brother residing in California. He was dying of a slow but sure disease and wished to see his brother's face once mote. Harry Merlin did not hesitate an instant. The path of duty was plain—be must go. Maud entreated to be permitted to accompany him, but he was inexorable. The risks and hardships were too great.

Left alone, Maud was not the woman to give way to despondency. It was her nature to keep her face to the sun. She kept herself busy with the duties of her household, and at last the dreary days went by, and tidings' from Harry came. He was safe at the Journey's end, but his brother was dead, leaving Harry, however, the inheritor of a considerable fortune. Just as soon as his business matters could be arranged, Harry wrote, he would start for home. Soon after, a seoond mail came, bringing intelligence that Harry, in company with quite a party of brother travelers, had set out, taking the overland route.

Maud counted the days with throbbing lmpatienoe. The parting had been so long. She pined to see his dear face and bear his voioo onoe more She worked from morn till night, filling the rooms with little ornaments and getting up little stirprises against his return. She cultivated the flowers he loved and sang the ballads he admired. Never did woman count the passing moments with such loving expectation. At last the day came. She had received no further intelligence, but she felt sure that he would come.

Tho evening was in spring, genial and hahny, their little home a wilderness of blossoms. She prepared his supper with her own hands she adorned tho rooms with the flowers he loved and even laid cut his gown and slippers and drew his armchair beneath the window. Then she wont to her chamber and put on the dress he liked to ewe her woar—a mauve silk, with dainty laces at tho throat and wrists, and jot and gold ornaments, her flossy brown hair held back by sprays of hellotrope and sweet verbena. Surveying herself In tho mirror, she smiled and blushed, remembering his words when she had first worn the dress. "Oh, Maud, you are so beautiful! Always woar this dress, darling, when you Wish to please me!"

The May sun wheeled lower and lower and at last went down, leaving the earth wrapped In tho dusky mists of twilight. Maud began to grow impatient. She lit the lamps in the parlor and then went out to tho porch- to wait Ho surely would como be would not disappoint her! The golden tints of day faded like the colors of a dream. The stars came out one by one in tho hazy luster of the sky, and then the moon arose, doming np grandly above the purple steeps. Still he had not oom& and the poor wife's heart began to git Vsick with hope deferred. Another boa Yand then, above the murmurous musio the night, she hoard a sharp step upon the gravel and started to her feet, flushed and breathless, but the next instant she fell back, pale with disappointment, for the step was not his—she knew that long before the person came in sight. He had ad vanced toward the porch where she sat with a slow, uncertain step, observing which, and reoogniaing him as one of her neighboa's, she advanced to meet him. '•Mr. Busl orford, Is it you? I am looking for my husband. What do you think can detain him?®*

The man stood still, his faco full of silent, unspeakable pity. Something in his expression caught her quick eyes, and she sprang forward and grasped his arm.

4'Mr.

Rutherford, you bring me tidings.

Speak don't keep me in suspense." Still the man was silent '*Oh, sir," she en treated, "don't trifle with my feelings. Do you know anything

concerning my husband? If you do, tow mercy sake speak out J" ''Madam, I havo heard—that la, there is bad news," be began, his voice husky and broken.

Her faoe grew as white as death, hut her eyes were clear and calm and her hand strong as fc:o grasped his arm. "Sir, if you pity me, toll, me tho worst at once. I can bear it," "Well, madam, your husband and his party have been waylaid and murdered by the Indians. "AH? Did none escapo?"

"Not one!" She turned sharply, leaving him without a word, and he saw hor enter the house and close the door after her, and that was the end. Ho would never come back any more, no matter how patiently she might wait and watch. Ho would never know that be had a son, never look upon the little chubby faoe, with- Its bold, blue eyes and sunny ourls, so like his own. From henceforth her heart and home were desolate.

And this was the anniversary of her wedding day. Six years ago, ana she was a happy bride. Five years she had been a heartbroken widow. Her boy Blept In his little bed, and she sat there, thinking, thinking, and gazing out at the low, leaden sky and the wind tossed trees. The night was closing rapidly—a night of storm and darkness. The rain oaine down In great smoking sheets, and the wild, wailing winds rushed round the gables and went shrieking over the hills like human souls in agony. Her heart ached with a desolation that seemed almost insupportable. Life was so hard, yet for the boy's sake she must endure and live on.

She looked down at her sable g&tftoents with hot, blinding tears. Six years ago, and she was robed In gems and blossoms. His face, his very voice, seemed to oome back to her, and shefanoied that his spirit must be near her. No matter how high above her, how happy, she knew that he loved her still, and his glorified spirit may have left its home of bliss to keep with her that sacred anniversary. The fancy consoled her beyond expression. She glanced over at the sleeping boy, with a dim hope that his father loved and watched over him. Then a sudden Impulse shot across her mind. She would not keep the anniversary, of her wedding day In the garments of widowhood she would put on the robe he loved. If he knew aught of her poor, sad life, he should see how saoredly she remembered and observed his simplest wishes.

Stealing up to her chamber, she took out the mauve silk and the dainty laoes, growing yellow and timewom, and a pretty Jet and gold ornament and arrayed herself as in days gone by, and the old bloom came back to her cheeks and the brightness to her eyes, and she seemed to drop her years and her widowhood and to spring out afresh into the rare beauty of her early maidenhood. Thus arrayed, she went down softly and seated herself before the blazing fire, her faoe tearful and expectant. If his soul were near, and she clung to the hope that it YRa@ as she dung to life, he should see how tenderly she remembered him.

The anniversary night wore on, wild and dark with storm, and still the poor wife, half dazed by her terrible sorrow, sat by her lonely hearthstone, robed in her festive garments. At last there came a step without, a sharp, impatient step on the gravel, but she did not hear it A weary, travel worn man, bronzed by exposure and pale with long endured grief, came up to the front entranoe and pause beneath the low window. Through the parted ourtains shone the ruddy firelight, revealing the warm, attractive room—the old, familiar room, with his hat upon the wall and his books and meerschaum on the mantel, unmoved, as he bad left them. Revealed tho kitten purring on the rug, and the little curtained bed in the distance, and the dear, sweet faoe, we* with tears, and the dress he loved in happy days, that seemed too far back to the poor wanderer to be real.

Was it all a dream? Was that the wife from whom he had so long been parted, whose face had been present with him through all his lonely hours of peril and imprisonment? Was she waiting and watching and keeping his home bright for bis return?

He left the window, stole softly to the porch and approached the side door. He raised the latch. It opened, and he stood upon the threshold.

Intent upon her musings, her own sweet memories and

Bad

reflections, Maud heaid

no sound. Her heart was far back with the husband she loved so well. The old dress had revived old associations, and his very presence seemed around and about her. Sho looked up, with olasped hands and streaming eyes. *'Oh, Har-y! Oh, my husband!" she murmured, "if you knew how I love you, how I mourn your loss, surely your soul might speak to mine and tell me that you are noar me!" '•Maud, my wife, my darling!"

Sho started to her feet, with a wondering, startled face. There he stood, worn and weary, changed from the man he bad been, but the wife recognized him In an instant. For^i moment a solemn awe filled her eyes, and her love hesitated and trembled in the presence of a spirit from tho other world, but the next instant she held him in her arms with a wild cry. "Oh, Harry, my husband! You are Dot dead you have come back to mc!"

His passionate kisses on her faoe, his strong arms and throbbing heart answered her as no words could have done. He had como back to her from imprisonment amid the wild western mountains, from perils and dangers and death itself.

For awhile, after she had heard his story and fully assured herself that he was really flesh and blood, and not a spirit, as sho had first believed him, she lay quietly weeping on his bosom. Then she arose, with a solemn tenderness in her eyes, and leading him to the little couch drew aside the curtains, revealing the little faco, flushed and dimpled, In slumber, and the email chubby fists fast clinched together.

Harry Merlins looked on without a word then, bending down, he kissed the little sleeper with a joy and thankfulness in his soul too deep for utterance.

And on this stormy night, after weary years of imprisonment amid barbarous hordes, after having endured trials and hardships and almost death itself—this was how Harry came home.—Pittsburg Leader.

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AN EGYPTIAN BANQUET.

A orowded life, where Joy perennial starts The boy's pulse beating 'mid experience swre.

Countless sad secret# learned from weary hearts. New thresholds gained as each full hou? d* parts,

Long years read singly, each an opened pae*t Love's bltosf«1 dreams and friendships prloeJess Rage, A name urown famous through the streets and mart* Knowledge advancing, thoughts that olimo and climb,

Aims that expand, new pinions that unfurlf Age that outstrips all promise of its prime, Hopes which their prayers at utmost heaven nurl— Ml in an instant in a point of time,

Daniel Marstln sat down In' the old jrockor by the west window It was early August and almost sunset. Beautiful shafts of red light threw themselves over his thin, small figure and his head, with its scanty gray hair.

He tore open tho envelope with his finger, but the letter would not come out. "I'm afraid I shall tear it all to pieoes, Hannah." "Waal, let me take it. I'll try'n see what I can da I'm dreadful afraid somebody's dead." "I s'pose somebody is somewhere," said Daniel, with a quick, short lived twinkle lightning up his pale blue oyea. "Good land! Who do you think wants to oome 'n see us, Dannel?" "Cousin Angienette?" said Daniel in a low, timid interrogative. •-. "Now, how oome you to be thlhklri o' her?" asked his sister, with considerable asperity of manner. "You ain't been readin right through the letter, like some o' them folks up in the oity the papers tell about, have you?" "I came across a little pioter yesterday in the green ohist up in the garret that she sent me a good many years ago, jest afore she got married. I guess she was kind o' in my mind. She used to be the ohlpperest girl't I ever see in my life, 'n she had such pretty curly hair." 'Twas red," said Hannah. "Waal, 'twan't real red, kind o' pink."

"We're too old to be chipper now, any of us. I don't see how I can have her, no way, Dannel. We ain't seen her this 10 year." "Wouldn't she kind o' liven us up?" asked Daniel timidly. j|\We don't see many folks, you know."^ "Waal, ef you're tired o' bavin your "pbre old sister round, I s'pose I can write 'n have a stranger oome 'ntake my place."

Hannah's voioe trembled, and her eyelids grew red, one tear gathering force to trickle slowly down her check Hlrn a slender rill which has no great source behind it. "I guess I wouldn't think anything about it then—perhaps she might make you some work. I didn't know but she oould help along with the qulltin. Sho nsed to be a master, hand at sewln. I oould twlrto up 'n go to the deepo for her as wcil as not, now I'm through with the hayln."

You'll havo to write the letter, Dannel. I don't seem to feel like it my stomach's eo weak. I s'pose I shall be sorry I had her oome I don't vvant her meddlin with my cookln." 4

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& "What you got, Dannel? A letter?" les it's somethin for you, Hannah." Uood land 1 Who's been wrlfcin to me? I hain't had a letter I can't tell tho time when. I'm a'most afraid to open it, Dannel. Mebbe it's got bad news." "Bad news! Who from, I'd like to know? You're alwus expectin somethln gloomy." "Waal, there's a good deal that's gloomy In this world. Yv a know that's well as I do," "Yes, Hannah, 'n there's a good deal that ain't too." Ho seldom spoke with so much vigor and decision when differing with his sister.*?"^* "You'd better open it 'n read it to me. I don't feel as ef I oould, somehow."

That day week tho three cotisina wete seated in the best room, which led out of the kitchen. It was a mere box of a room and had a musty odor, It was so seldom opened. Two large, old maples shaded the windows and grew so near that they seemed like grim sentinels forbidding tho entrance of Leaven's light and breath. "I don't see's you look much older 'n you did 10 or 16 years ago, Angienette," said Daniel as he crossed one leg over tho other, and trlod to make himself stationary In the slippery horsehair chair, with its hard, unyielding seat. "Waal, I don't know's I feel old. I've

»t good health 'n seven nice children I ain't nothln they don't try to do for me sence their poor father died. But I'm 56 next month. That's older'n you, Hannah, by threo years." "I hain't never hedsech health as you've hed," said Hannah as she left tho lotv chair and a seat in one the back of which was tt.il and straight and stiff.

Her figure was lithe and firm, and her ooxnplexion, though oolorless, had the hi,r of health. "Why, you never was sick but onoe, Hannah," srid hor brother, 'n that was more'n 20 year ago." "Well, I ain't been real sick, but 1 don't seem to feci so strong as I was. 1 git dreadful tired washln 'n iron in the same day." "I sh'd think you would," said her cousin. "What makes you do it?" "Good land! lalwusdid. You don't s'pose I'mgoin to have it round two days, do you, for jest Dannel *n me 'n Hiram. 1 want to sot down Tuesdays. I'm pieoin calico to make some quilts. I'd ought to make three this fall ef I can." "I'll take holt 'n help ef you #ant Mie to, Hannah—ef I shan't be in the way. I like to sow." f'^ "Air your eyes good?" "Eyes good? Why, yes, of oourse, they be. What's to hender? I don't never use glasses nuther. I was always sort o' nearsighted, you know. Some say them kind of eyes is stronger'n others I don't know. Why, you ain't feelin like an old woman yet, are you?" "Trouble makes folks feel old, Angienette. We lost a cow in the spring, 'n our chickens ain't done well this summer. Five died or more. We'd ought to hev 60 ef thev'd done well." "We've got some beauties left," said Daniel, *n the man that keeps the hotel up by the lake says he'll take all wo can spare 'n giv a centa pound more'n anybody else wilL The money's all Hannah's, though. I don't want none of it Sb works hard enough runhln affcee'em."

He did hot say that a good share of the running after was done by himself save on tho few isions when be chanced to be from homo.

The seoond week in September had •one, and Cousin Angienette's visit was

almost over. She was to leave the next but one. 'I wish yena'd ride up to the lake with me tomorrow mornin,M said Daniel. "I'm goln to see about a shoat Sim Perkins has got a terrible nioe one, 'n I want to hev It ef he don't charge too much." "I hadn't ought ter leave Hannah. She's got tho bread to bake 'n the kitchen floor towash, 'n I don't know what else." "You go right 'long!" said Hannah in what -was for her a very cheery ton® "There ain't any more work than what I kin do well enough. You've helped me so much sense you've been here that I feel more like what I used to be than I have this 10 year. I declare for It, Angienette, I'd got to be so down hearted I didn't •oem to bo one thing nor anuther. I thought I wanted somethln, 'n I believe In my heart 'twas you I wanted all the time, 'n Dannel he ain't been so ohlrked up I don't know when." "I s'pose you want to start early Dannel?" said his oousln. ,, "I was calkllatln ef we oould hev breakfast by 6:80 or so we might get off about 6:80, while it's cool. We're goln to hev a hot day, jedgln from tho signs. The sun set awful red tonight."

A thin mist hovered over the eprth, and tho grass was heavy with dew. The air, already autumnal, enclreied the mountain tops with ashen veils, softening the tints and blurring the outlines. The old wagon, with its worn buffalo covering hanging over the back of the seat, was drawn by Daniel Marstin's 80-year-old mare. She jogged along, with the reins dangling moro loosely over her neck than 'ever, if oould be, and the little frequent jerk was missing this morning. The wisdom of this laxity in discipline was apparently questioned, for the oonsolentlous animal at length stopped short and turned her bead to* look at the oOuple behind. Seeing that her master was in the usual place, she broke into a gentle, satisfied trot.,

The lake was in view, and the air grew more invigorating. As they noared the water's edge the sun burst forth and poured down on the glassy surface a shower of dirmonds.

Tiny waves curled upon the segment of beach, and a soft breeze stirred the little ringlets under Angienette's straw bonnet, which had been trimmed by the village milliner only the day before. "Go 'long, Jenny," said Daniel. "She don't oare much for what I say," be added, looking across the water to the dark old mountain beyond. "That's 'oause you're gentle with her, Dannel. I guess you never abused a dumb animal." "No, I couldn't do that." Than, after a pause, "I alwus thought, Angle, that somehow I'd ought to 'a' bin xnerrled, ef I'd only found wnybody that would 'a' oared about me. But I s'pose it's too late to be thinkin o' th^t now." J-'f\ "You ain't 60 ylt, Dannel." "No, but I'm close onto it Go 'long, Jenny." "You ain't called me Angle before sence the day I told you I'd sent you my ambrotype. I never knew whether yon got it, Dannel." "Waal,. I couldn't seem to make up my min to say anything about it, but It's rolled up in a little silk handkerchief I meant to 'a' sent you for a weddin present. My courage hind o' give out, so you never hed it. Go 'long, Jenny." ,v "Couldn't I hev it now?"

"Do you want it, Angie?" No answer came. Daniel looked from oat the tail of bis eye at the round oheek, with its pink tinge, and saw two generous tears pouring down "Whoa, Jenny. I don't know's you'd doit, Angle, but—oan't you oome back 'n live with us in the old bouse after you've bin home 'n seen the folks? Hannah, she would be dreadful pleased ef jou would—to be her sister, you know, Angle." "I was jest thinkin o' that, Dannel—I didn't know bow she'd take it." "I know—she told me yisterday."

A robin teetered along, and with a glad chirrup circled up in the air, like Richtor's lark, "with aloud day in his throat" "The birds'll all be goln now before long, Cousin Angia" "We'll see 'em together next year, please God," said Angienette. "Go 'long, Jenny," said Daniel Marstin.—Boston Transcript

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