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Vol. VIII.
4) Nonata 1. MUNRO,
(14 and 26 Vandew:
At the Grave of Alice.
IMARED
nO NEW YORK, JANUARY 10, 1881
Woue yot the leafy June was here,
And fresh in loveliness rat en
Sang in slumbrous t
And purple beched theewenenie
My young life’s darling, Alice, died,
‘The passing world shows no s
Xor sorrow, when a maiden
Avarice puts forth his gr
rise
eee aaein a,
‘They cannot mourn—with such as they
Hers was no sympathetic way.
tema grand old woods, whose
shade
‘weet calm \within her bosom made;
Tos yrere the binds the flpwers, the
5
‘The mist-crowned, everlasting hills.
Nursling of nature, who co:
Raught dull or wrong oui, asst she;
Bur something fond of new and g¢
In noisy street or silent wood;
And from all things the lessons dre
‘hat made her good and kept her true,
Amid the solemn solitude
Where ‘chastened sorrow comes to
Where grinite shaft and marble tomb,
And plants “and’ flowers relieve te
haunt the Tenty shade,
Full forty years have passed away
Since passed that unforgotten day,
‘nd thoughts af her have grown (6 be
my, tender memory.
Asi long exited from the iand,
Have come beside her grave to'stand,
How vividly before my eyes
All things of eatly days arise;
‘The meagows green, the fields of corn,
Tue, schoolhouse where we went al
‘The chestuut trees upon the hill,
‘The long deep pond at Sinker’s mill,
‘The husking in the later days,
Where, ail tnshitied in lovers!
‘he Jong walk homeward through the
Comes freshly’ to my mind again,
Where, in the white moon alivery shine,
Lwon ier promise to be mine ——
Nopledge is, but sweeter still,
id glance that made each fiver thrill.
Let all these vanish! why should T
Bring them from where they’ quiet et
En iu my youth once more;
A scream
oes up from the
daddy,
ay
Linay not hope by these to ‘win
From ts deep grave, the might-have-
FOR MOTHER’S SAKE.
A HEART HISTORY.
BY T. W. HANSHEW.
Author of “Handsomest Woman in America; “ Teddy O'Shawn ;"
“Strangers to the raves” "Little Churtotte Tenants
A Mother's Devoti
No Man's Wifes" « The Living Witness;”
“arco, ‘The Street Singer;”
CHAPTER V.
CROSS PURPOSES.
Sovomon Biano does not remain long by the
door after he has ejected, Agn
utters again to-
the woods with th
And bis head si
pile the fustt of ‘the firelight quivers across his
it, under the roof of the hut in
Ho nows fall sell tha the unhappy w roman | the pipe falls from bis lips, and lies unheeded,
will mot disobey his orders long; for ius he not | sunttered and ruiied in the aches at his feet,
her child in his clutches? and Agatha Band's life | "The smoke of the half- burned | {ohacce ripples up
5 a Netle Ren
is wound up in ry
i Heknows hak a i
fhe mente fo play. upon end use for the fare
rate. of his own dastar rdly schemes against
Reginald Danton
cruel game, 8 cowardly lot, but these
things are nothin, to Sol glom jon Bland—so that
inald fers, is content, for the
isa hidden motive to his ‘alice to toward this
‘a motive time alone can make clear, for it is not
iy provines to lift the curtain yet,
‘here are things in ets man’s past non 8 Know,
save his cruel self, an the memory, fot tesa
all hearts to reach
es
to him, and fades away in the
‘The embers drip iira blazing shower Into the
ashes underneath, and once again he utters brok-
enly
othe
‘The storm howls wilder and madder as he
breathes the word and the flash of the lightning
real i with a veil of whitened flame
Tor one brief moment, and. then” the dar
comes again,
\s jtist such a night as this,”
ing hig head ‘aud looking toward. the. window,
srlero the candle burns like a feeble, golden star
“just such anight as this, all those years
3 aiother, and the vengeance ‘comes in storm as tre
rguish, Jong and deep. injury was born in it too. Oh, mother
upon‘me ‘tonight ‘and sco thet Lhave "Fettntany |
Kept the trust—thiat I bring woo and I suering t9
is wealth of mother-
the hi a and the lot lesh of the flesh tht t th
flashes of electric fire qhiver across the c fest of the ie ave nt them bo
from pote to pole, It isa dreadful night, but it| for your rk aud the thought lends ine
as ke pushes the conta."
So tt is a game of cross purposes, and he t00
od int ti nc the worman ke sand ‘tt Warne works is. eruelends for a mother’
he ates with a bitter, unrelenting mal not think of the vow Bd Rene hae
i
taken <o do the same, for the memory of
\e draws is stool up closer to the replace, and | has wrapped itsm mystic mi mane around win a te
les hinuself down upon it wlthaattted grunts) is blind and deat to a the echoes
ightne his pipe wit! nk mel responsive cl Shond ‘within
ing his elbows upon his knees wits his head bo- his heart; for, bad ashe the love of his mother
Eereon ins palms, and looks into the flare of tbo soi clings to him, an f fair flowers
ood
Dugning we we among t tie thorns of me terribie life,
‘a glance he is absorbed in thought, |" God’has given this passion with life, and be the
for he site quite il, letting the waite smoke <ul |e pire apna aren lovey so back, the
pp. above him, while bis year’ fixe the! golden thread of mother-love will steal in, and
re in a dreamy, thoughtfu
And theca ood neue ‘ross the weof with one bright, redeeming strand,
©
‘on, rearing castles of flame| that js all the fairer, t the rer ‘and sweeter for
+ in its ruby glare—castie crumbly as all the thousands of d t cluster around it,
dres me cranes fading 2 as the ‘ire grows dimmer onie time that Salo sant will gleam 80
pnd dropping ont h, wrecked and shatter- Brgy that its radiance covers the darkness of
ed, with the cold, ere) y ashes,
He sighs once as they fal
letting a tear trickle slow
en lids, and into
Companions, and leaves room for no other to be
closes his eves,
iy from beneath the vial
is with Solomon Bland to-night—the
the opty _aepucher of ashes %
An
light of the golden strand is bri rightest, and he for-
moment
his feet; the ashes that ai ‘and crumbled as| gets all else, and for one brief and hol:
are the hopes of the dead rye nfor oan past he he is a child again at his mother’s ‘knee
cherishes even yet, an atthe as] | Tho candie in, ‘he, window burns low, the wi
fie utters, brokenty, the mame of Smother! for| drips tne. pean the santledl floor,
cold, pitless ‘aero that he is, memory comes to but the weird Tight of tho fagote fils the
conjures up from | room and quivers into eerie shadows in the
the dead te oiowed Spestars of the it the | ners fart va ‘ond
face of tho woman whose life gave him his life,| “He takes. tiny picture from an, inner pocket,
Yeans forwarl'a little, looking ito the paige
ou face by the light of ‘fue burning wood.
when bis childish fips first ultered the nante he
lips of the child, she struggles from Solomon Blan:
can see! Tcan see.” ‘Then falling across her dead mother's body, cries
he says, lift- ang
x |itisbard te. be stricken by @ band he lov
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It is a dainty, little trifle painted upon ivory |
and framed in’gold, and his eyes fill as he looks
dow n upon it.
‘The faco is the faco of @ child woman—rarely
peat ith lip: thes smile sweetly, and hair
and e @ thos ittle Rene; the one like a
mish of colton sunlight, the otter like great wells
Of liquid violet-bines only that they have seen
Srorld from which the little one is shut. out, and
have known the eauties that are cruel, endless
bike to her,
g.moment, and then lifts it suddenly, pressing his
lips to the senseless ‘y it rent
awe,
‘Mother, poor mother!” he say:
bows is Heat im the glow of therediy tow lovering
flames, and the eyes of the miniatare seem
upon him with a loving glance,
‘he man looks into the dainty, painted face for | only a child after all!”
i tira on ber cou
‘Be he who h
looking up, she sees lights flashing
indows
toand fro in the w: of Dan-
sp breaks from her, and the
pallor deepens on ber face,
broke 33. re
0 the trnth, I
have eiled hee with my words!”
stare upon the man s
andy. there, griet-stricken,
with that other woman in his arms,
that could be in her place,
be mbanse “Oh that Thad died
and be held meas ashe holds ber, next
thy
>be.
o
al
ried Se :
at She feel
pei. eee 1@ feels
‘h
faintness come ope
i r head seems to swim, her
senses reel, one broken, agenized
ery breales from her and with iteut-
t @ falls prone to the earth,
and lies quite stil
The lightning rends the sky above,
the thunder roars and Tumbive i ‘in ihe
gloom, and the rain beats down pe
ilessly upon her, but she does not
move.
An hour bas passed away when
sense and Feason vant to ber, and
| she staggers to her feet,
| The lights in Danton House are
ne—ouly one feeble, glimmering
ray burns in the westert win and
jghe i knows that he is alone
len
| Sie moves forward to the bay
| window, pushes it open and lifts the
curtain,
The lamp on, the mantel burns
low, and {ts bluish glare floods tbe
arms, and stands beside her mother, crying: “ Oh, granddaddy, grand- | rooin, and a grean p from her
“Til hunt the man-wolf down now, mamma, for I can see at last!” Tips, for Rare, Sta ark and ana i re on her
couch, lies
oath of the blind will be forgotten, Yes, that is] Danton, and her husband incls Beside ber with
the w big face buried in ube clothes
iifts the expiring candle trom the window | He hears her moantn
ledge, pushes the door open gently and goes into
nid comes to his fect
iat once, facing her as she stands thus trained in
the blind girl's hig window with the dark beckground of storm,
She sleeps pon on her tiny couch, one arm thrown and Joo) error comes Over is face,
over her head, and the billows of golden hair| |“ utters hoarsely. “ You have
bin
streaming about her. : lone your. worst; do not pollute the dead with
And the love-light comes into Solomon Biand’s jour hnideous presence:
exee.ns he looks upon that innocent chil phe Jets the curtain oreps and staggers toward
“She will forget by morning,” he say:
Reginald,” she moans, d, my hus.
band, iat that you forgive me o for tnvefuel deed
ind utters in her sleep: Hor strikes across his face, his lips set in
ay, I will hunt him down, for nara! Fatraight Line and bis nostrils dilate,
she
And as though God wills it so, the little one
"kd while he looka pon it the soft light leaves
bis own orbs, and there comes into them a hard
and pitiless glare that mars his face with its
blo power.
“Curse him!” he says spharply 'y, the words comin
with almost a hiss a8 they leave his parted lips,
a thousand Ute for all ‘tho agony he
wn, 1 mother, and
trmiliion curses upon the heal of tis son, Sleep | ,
i€ youtcan, Reginald Danton, but some time let the
specter of my mother’s dead face rise 1
His taco bas growa livid with the fury of his
we nervously, as he plunges
“Agatha will not dare to disobey me,”
ters savagely, Setting his teeth toxether, Pi :
grating sound, “and this night e
fim fartheroff than ever trom. the hap,
have blighted already. She loves Rene, Rea soon
the human wolf who makes
hep life a hell.
of that moment when the child
called God to witness her words comes back up-
on him, and the whiteness returns to his face,
Il forget?” hesays in a husky, tremu-
“She
lous whi
p before dot
You, and tell You that her son takes up the wrongs | 2o¥!
will be some
wretched and taiserable, and alle clutches at
it because there ie no
the gale Nncelced af her despair and bid her hope
made on
who te ick od die ind steal, look upon her with
TOF AS &
Cohel mistake has blastel her whole Tife, and sear
ed her conscience for all ti
* For er! Ask
ae ee. breaks from bis lips; the candle falls yourself ityoun en rgiveness, madam before
from his trembling hand and, goes out, and In the] vou seek IY at my an Cruel: pi mon,
ning against th there, look tpon debian work wid
Sra on panting: der. "Was it not enough that you haa broken
“Oh, God, she speaks ie stil) She will never
ny heart, without Killing’ that pure sarthan
forget, she will never for w
gel
hho has gone to meet her God, from w nee
~ Sou are eternally shut, outt "Oh, Tiliian, Lillian,
you have killed iny love at Jast
HAPTER VI. His looks and netions Pray 4 the words,
oe , ra tell her that he lies; that his love fer her has been
N the love of ha ie will ive om in epite ot
0 hitnthae it will dio ® only when he dies, and. go
with him to the
The light of the Iaip fails ina pallid shate
across t be 8 aul, bite fg ure bet m, and a
n her cheeks, ant to
your father did to her, and hunts you down in kill ding over the woman her eruel words have intness
ayment. Ab, God! if the dead could only come | *illed Goa Regi inald he 1 moans in, “oh, in
bey k to life, L would Fenounce all joys to, close my Oh, ahe utters once, and stands with | say that you forgive me, and. Iwill Pass out of
tigers upou Arnold Dunton's throu an look a 6°48," uuplie nba with her dead love] your ite forever now. Forgive me, forse
his eyes while death came again to hats to hear | 3% her fect, why fone T ae | Regroal layed mi
hina for merey ringing in my ears, ‘and an- why don't I ar “I have mura an innocent ele loved J you!”
“This is for Cleora Biand’s wrongs.’ woman wae my cruel, wicked words, but it God! can can pou doubt itt iTerertovedy wy $ “aE
there is no reven ce left me Be ye eet ian, you were my life, my soul, my all, I’ knew
is $on suffer, and to mock hi out by a Bi
t ‘worship save you, and iy love was as
Hikmitabte ast the boundless land and as deep as the
Ask meif
ve ne , before
st Go
She feels that it will be very” ‘ict, ant she
Titverq vies uestion th
wl
passioy
“ S Butte whing man clutel You question my love. Oh, Lillian, Lillian, wi
tho patted f face eno his pocket, and MELONS | crowing i sat feeble, les bot etettging to aid you leave me?” an, Lillian, why
pon | Sie reel wi
9 cling to upon ing ie reels away and leans against the wall, pant-
jecattse I was blind,” she answers him, « and
red nian snake into
our muidat tiii’he monde ong Baers hell on earth”
though the furies of
than be 7m, her, she will stoop to the {Pt fon she is beyond hope “ peal of Philip 1 Denarrr* he
very lowest bi e nes.” yeh? leans back against sian oat upon the} «oT *? bore that y fame ot
lawn, an locks her white, morn lous: fingers over o anew ns im. “Oh,
neon ree quty vere a Tittle ae i teh as taken | her eyes as though to shut out every trace of the | nald, my wusband, he brought: me proof = =o
to hunt him down, knowin, om visions: ‘that taunt her so, thought in my madness) th OU were fal:
fo oan ee bunt | ‘by Sho knows it is only human 1fe: has |@nd in my despair ere fed with
hhisn to misery and
to shame! Incensed by what I thought your
treachery, I took an oath before God to hunt you
down, but I learned too late that ail the proofs he
brought me were empty, cunning lies
jeeprooted Vengeance iipon You. T would: heve
se step, and men—erael, pitiless men,
fallen’ creature whose one
memory of thge vow wi boasted out forever in | i
a fow days, Resides sho is blind and cannot dis-|p
"He assures himself thus, and yet he feels uncer-
in,
Rene t like most children; she is wiser and hoe
bet ter ona some points.
What if she does remember the vow she gave
hey mother, after all?
shudders as that thought comes to him,
and his breath breaes inbrokene forced gasps, for
of use
away, where they will never meet again, aud the |
may leat
truth, “I Sould sooner she “should
A gulf has yawned between by renounced that_¥. 2 eS
‘and tie | go 8 beppinecs and her | Fencunced that, Vengeance an eget my, rows
ow aa the abyss is; how easy, ‘tocreate but how | Us, and he threa tenes a this hitele - “future io I
; dared finch from the task. Ged
tinguish a goe ma man fn ano ot er a 8 Jools pyon it for Rene’s sake shi most; what waite me ther ne
Tanddadige who will do anyiiing for i ‘ r - "
het Nannies, aay train en eaind ower | Mal the child think w when she is old enough to un: | "For my child's sake, I took up the cruel cross,
and these things, and learns the bitter truth jand while” loved you with a love that is greater
iis a an tte iat A sinlessa| equ oltiner, name” than my life, with a lov
less waif upan the wide world’s: cruel, dreary | struck down y. . i
waste: a ereature branded witha shamethatis not | brok ‘and ne peace aid yr io 0g heart
en
woman suffering for a sin she has no| the cruel
Pofillian Danton groans as sho thinks of this and
utters brokenty:
“God grant she m
va the cruel |as wi
would iw
sooner she should never see, than to have ber look
somnn my cate have ed has torn your
Jove for me
“ No, no!” he utters huskily; “Rene must never misery for one, brief moment!” you,
area ‘at vengeance from her is to pon me} She leans her head back upon the rugged ts blame you. ae
avo. hen [will save myselt from that, [of the oak and reyes, letting Bee ae do Taniteran :
mee let me be ture that e Agatti has dove the [Dent down upon et apt upturned face, and Sell beak | 2 love, and I will go down to my grave ownin;
worst to Reginald Danton, that she is no longe it not. f Oe ‘
tool to me, ant'T Will take iene tar (Above the rumble of the storm she hat a tig sole king’ of my heart She fire 0
the | that love will never die out,
hea fect it with my own
arco and broken marmne of many ‘votoes, and | life and tive lame constunde 3a
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