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Full Title	The Portland transcript, v. XIX, no. 42, Saturday, Jan. 26, 1856.
Contributor	Linwood, Anna.
Date Added	22 July 2021
Format	Newspaper
Language	English
Publish Date	1856-01-26
Publisher	Portland [Me.] : Gould, Elwell, Pickard & Co.
Source	Dime Novels and Popular Literature
Alternate Title	The second wife / by Anna Linwood.
Topic	Popular literature > United States > 19th century > Periodicals. Portland (Me.) > Newspapers.
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The shadow ofa passing clouds?“ “, A season of abated breathy> °-!). 11, ‘A dismaat vision of a shroudj— ‘A pang—a pause—and then the wer a oe Bursts into ono eternal day! «Soe 55° ye stood upon the ovean’s marge, “S"When storm and madness ruled the wave, ~. ‘And seen the breakers fiercely charge, 7 * © hs In mighty volume, stoat arid brave, = 00: vO Ana thas in life, if wise oué toll, And firm the purpose of the soul, * ne May all the waves that Found ‘us boil, _ Bat drift us onward to our ‘While gloating o’er its brimming aravey_ a », All haughty as a king in stato, a Piles the tall mount from whose fair height Ais ‘The soul springs upward into light! 1, is bas Thus she, my heart's beloved, whom thou But, welded by the weight they bear, * “Borever strengihening as they we - Original Storg. Transcript and Eclectic. 3 “The ‘SECOND WIFE, Distt. hipy ANNA Li A LINWOOD.’ “Examination at ‘Seminary \ was over “and there was thé usdal excitement; the un- : Gaining of restless tongues ;' the pattering of ‘light feet ‘and the glad heigho for home ie Thare was also laughter, clear ‘and -m _ find tears, too, for that day the asuociations of years were to be forever broken.’ . “Elsie, why don’t you ery?” exclaimed @ merry maiden,” ‘When I graduate, T intend to shed a quart of tears. You'll see me ste « ping modestly forward to receive ‘my diplo- : Ma, and then farewell to musty books and mulls bread, forever.” y’ chimed i in Lule Say Ame , Well 1 “Hush, Susy!” whispered a score of voices.” -£ ‘But, Elsie, won’t you be lonesome down there all aloue with that—” shé hesitated, mai “Did you cver see me lonesome 27°” ° £ No, you are always provokingly bang? » Well, girls,’ said Elsie, just hark once.— x Want to ifvite you all to comé and see me— - do’you bear, girls?) I am going to live with ~ my grandfather i in a Titdle cottage down by the seaside.’ *Ig that™ your, postofice address? v inter: * fupted a little rogue. Whew ! don’t took for ‘usin the inter? _ exclaimed. Susy.” ‘Tean assure you it is‘a . very romantic place, where the + » Winds scream and the wild waves dash high ‘Stop, Elsiey till I get my pencil’ and pa- per. I'll make that figare i in tmy next year’ 8 graduating compo) °F “<‘Hnsh, girls! in five minutes Ym going. — Now I'flclimb up in this chair and you may all pass me in regular procession and kiss me good bye.’ Elsie perched herself in the chair, from which’she was soon pulled by the noisy | a1 girls, and then came kisses and kind good byes and tears, too, for she could not tear horself from so many loved cones with an up “ moistened eye. » & '| proudest, happiest day of his life. ‘There Elsie, you're erying Po "7 oie ‘And what’s to be the name of that firm down there by the seaside—Grandfather dnd his Pet? If a” junior ‘partner is admitted, please let us know. ‘! . “iw “Yes, yes; } now all bs Good eth and don’ t ot| forget me.” ‘A few minutes after; Elsie Wood had pass- : "lea down the graveled_walk and seated her- self in her grandfuther’s carriage, 'the ‘old man gazing upon her as ‘though it ere the ‘Dear Elsie, I, have come’ for ‘a second good bye,’ said her favorite teacher, Miss B,, gliding down the ‘avenue. ‘I am. sorry to give up my, charge,’ said she to the old man. Tor five years she has been with me almost daily and she bas been cheerful as a suabeam. She will make your home hap- py. "Yes, yes, man, ‘T’'ve so missed my bird—she can make any place beautiful.’ . “You will find many friends, Tlsic. One sojoyous is sure to be loved.” My essing, ~ darling and farewell.” * Elsie watched her kind teacher as she Ye- turned to the house, nodded to. the . school- girls | at the window, and was away—away - ‘a crapren’ r - * - Ona low ottoman by the window ‘sat Et- sie Wood. A little bock had fallen from her lap and Jay at her feot. ¢ Shallwe unlock the | golden clasp ? It is Elsie’s thought book, wherein she had recorded the experience of . her young and bird-skalig. we ethane -May Gratis cottage grovts beautiful ® me every ont Have ‘commenc- ed, : t by breaking a whole tray full of ‘ shes. "Trad Betty, my “| maid of all work, done the deed, should ecr- tainly have thonght he? careless.‘ ‘There isa deep old forest neat here; a very poetical _| looking 1edge of rocks and 4 beautiful cove in the sea.. I bélieve Grandfather could nev- er be happy | away from the ocean. ‘Have hai a a call from Mrs. Ival Gray, bat ‘was not at home to receive her. Iimust retarn it soou— hope she’! won't bé ‘at’ home}? T’m' gures I shan’t like her, everybody i is so eloqueht! in her praise, Anything but a pattern woman! May l6rn: Lave seen the lady, but first the sarrouaiingh-=i fine old mansion in the midst of a regular English! park,’ gorgeous garpets; magnificent paintings ; and the la- dy—not,'a bit as If supposed! * Beautiful, graceful, commanding éven, but’ so gentle. — She sat down by my side’ and ‘ said)“May I eall you Wisie? I think we shall be friends? I forgot all’ my boarding school fore and came near crying.’ She seemed instinet- ively to know that my heart had \its inner sanctuary, Yes, Indeed} though [ have been a gay; light-hearted girl, I feel that my soul has depths that even I have never fathomed. From the moment her eyes were first fixed upon me, I perceived the. magnetism n of. a su perior, mind. 7 Juxx loth.” Have bea to Bee sr: Tral Gray. Sho bade, mé call her Mary.”: "There is.a strange’ isspiration in her very ‘voice and I sit at her feet as though I’ were a’ litde ehild.! She seemed in sorrow’ to-day‘ and petted me more than ever. |She toyed with my curls and said she loved every thread of my brown hair.’ I do not know why she was 30 sad—she that is so idolized in ber’ beauti- fal home, I fear it was | foreshadowing, for she led me to the window and ‘Pointed to the grave-yard across the park. ,- : vray » Joxy 16th. ’ My * dream / is‘ over.” Last night I was wakened from yoy slambers by the heavy tidings that Mary ‘Gray was dying. T ascended the “marble steps but no Mary flew to greet me. ! There shé lay on her pil- low, but she smiled as I came in and said, ‘1 was afraid I should never sce you again.” I m going away. | Will you love, Ival for my sake and little Mary? You have been so cherished, and even nbw it'seems that my spirit were passing into yours, making you stronger for the great bated of life. So the dear “child, ” “said the ‘old parted from her.. When first ‘I Jooked ‘on that face three months since, a halo of glory seemed gathering around “my. being—invisi- ble fingers were weaving my debtiny, bat wow the cloud is falling—falting.” Poor Elsie! Still she sat by the window in the gathering twilight and then the bell be- gan to toll—one, two, three.’ How clear the ait was} how solemnly the death knell float- ed to herear. She counted on—twenty-four, twenty-five! and then she bowed her young |) head and sobbed, ‘Poor, poor Mary, Mean- while the old ocean ‘roared én‘ as though it had no heart, of sympethy | for the weeping ones.” ~ O78 na. oe 7 CHAPTER ir. +3 * Yes, Mary. Gray is dead. There she lies in her coffin. Would you. look within 3— Raise the lid gently, for poor Ival Gray, ) who sits crouching by tho window, with his black hair matted around his forchead, starts every time he hears the moving of that narrow lid. Poor Ival!, He docs not heed the starlight nor the sunlight—it is all one to him as he sits there hour after hour. Now he bids them all goaway and leave him elone with the dead. He parts away the muslin. from Ma- ry’s face'and moans aloud in his sorrow.— Such a face to bury beneath the clods! The dark hair waving around the brow in gheenly curls and the fringed eyelashes, resting on the marble cheek. She smiles on, . Angel Mary!” And down stairs came tripping little feet and into the parlor, aud Ival folded the little fairy i in his arms. » (‘Here is a tly for m mine thé child. * . “Where did you geti esting > ‘Pilsie gave it to me%* “Elsie 1 Poor Teal returns to his sol seat by the window, . ‘Why did you put me down 80 0 fom your arms, papa? ‘Don’t you love mie? "6 cof? says clasping her, ‘the image of your lost moth- er—the same £9 eS the same hair, the same rich yoice ! *¢Then put the flower in the’ coffin, papa.’ 'Ival took the lily from her hand, and un- clenching the icy fingers, laid it on Mary’s bosom.’ ‘Then be seemed to sce those white lips parting and to hear hor whisper, ‘Dear- est Ivol, love Elsie whea I am gone—ask ber to fill my vacant place—promise me.’ “Why should she bave asked it—that ‘an- other should come between his heart and hers.’ But he had given her his hand, soon to be chilled boneath her touch, and faltered, ‘a will Iwill? ‘ CHAPTER IY. eye “Months ss passed away, but poor Tval ‘could not be comforted.’ He wandered to the gar- den and beneath the maples, but soon return- ed to sit jn, the chamber where Mary, had died. Ic was a grief that grew as time woro on... "May came again—the gladsome May. Elsie was sitting in her grandfather's cottage by the sea-side,, Her face was. childish as ever, hereyes as blue, She was singing , ag the birds sing from very joyousness... Had she forgotten the dead? ,, No; for when a mo- ment after, she went to the window, she seem- ed to see*Angel Mary smiling upon her from among the clouds. . Then sho heard .a rust ling among the rose bushes—a tap at ‘the oor, and Ival Gray entered the little parlor, He sat down beside Elsie and said. in a brok- en voice— ‘Dear Bist Thave come to ask you ity you will’ not fill the place of the dead in my des- olate home aad be a mother to my little one, I-know that you are young and happy, while ]—it sometimes seems that my heart is wandering to the grave before its time; but your presence would be sunlight in my awell- ing. -Itwas Mary’s wish as well as my own,’ added he, sceing her still hesitate, : A tear gathered in Elsie’s eye as “she laid her hand in his and said, With my Brande ther’s blessing.’. “A fow weeks from that time, there waga magnificent bridal.’ Gems flashed on Elsie’s “Love you? ' Yes, indeed/ says he, again |) brosy;and the old mae smiled through his tears ashe said, ‘My prayer is: answered ; I could. not have sage long to comfort my tain 3 Elsie tried to fll Mary’s ‘place in that princely home.’ She comforted little Mary when she cried, she strove to infase her own blithe spirit into thé heart of Ival., And he tried to smile for her sake. Ile wgs always gentle, but hig heart’ seemed wandering far away. ; She sat beside him on Mary’s grave, together they talked of , her and then only he ‘The grass grew, on the’ mound and then a longer one. stretched . beside , it, covered with fresh earth, for Elsie’s grandfa- ther had said farewell to his pet and gone to his rest. - At last a babe was »born, and Ival clasped his cherub boy in bis arms for the first time, Elsie hoped it would win him from his sorrow, . The child was a perfect miniature of ,his father. val was never un- kind to her, ‘but he would sit for hours by her side, unconsciously gazing’ ia her faee, and sometimes by mistake culling her. Mary.— Months passed. Each day the infant cherub grew ‘more beautitul, but alas! poor Elsie A as | nowhere to be, seen. had ceased to laugh and sing.. It was amoon- ight night and she had riscn from her couch so filled with wild unrest that. she could not sleep. ‘Poor Ival!’ she sighed, ‘he does not love me. .. It was merely in obedience to Ma- ry’s dying wish that he made me his’ wi Ilo should have wedded some one ‘more Jike her, Yet I have loved’ him passionately, but now I must leave him, ,He ‘will tink me dead. , “Tt matter not if, be can only, be happy? Softly “she “gent to’, ; Mary’s little bed. There lay the beatiful ‘face, the per- »| fect image of the dead.. How she loved that child! Ir seemed that she had lavished her whole wealth of affed¥ion on her,and in return had been tenderly beloved.’, Then. she went to say farewell to her sleeping hushand,— ‘ She could sce by ‘the, moonlight that he was dreaming and half waking, he whisper- ed, ‘Mary, don’t chide me; I cannot love her, she is so. unlike you. -O why did: you make me promise.’ » Poor Elsie grew faint, ‘As I fearéd,’ she whispered, ‘as*I feared. O that I could die,’ and taking her sleeping boy in her arms, she left the house; How calm the moonlight looked,!’ She turned to gaze on the old mausion aid then on the tall maples, and something said, ‘Ilagar likewise went away in sorrow. God will take care of thee. 2 Hers was no hasty step,: nor’ did she go unprepared, for in her pocket was a large roll of bank, bills,, her grandfather’s last gift... She went out in the ro&d.: Everything was still save the restless sea, and walking on until she come to the graveyard, she climbed over the stone wall, now mantled with ivy, and threw herself on Mary’s grave. . | O Mary,’ she said, sinking down on: the green twf, ‘pity me,‘ pity me!.:You were ever good end true. Smile on poor Elsie, take’care of Trail and little Mary..I have loved them too well; and bless. my boy.— ‘The dear little babe does not know how Ha- gar’s heart isaching:., Mary, dear, angel Ma- me come down and sit beside’ me and come g Dut She sobbed onelone, ana, then passing to her grandfather's grave, she whispered in a low tone, ‘Elsie’s very sad—nobody loves her—nobody smiles on her.’ Won’t you come and comfort her ?.” But there came no voice nothing but the roaring of the’sea ; no an- el form, save, the moonlight shadows flit ting among the graves. . So she climbed over the wall back into the road, and walked on, talking to her babe. Dear little Ival, you won’t goaway and leave me—you will al- ways love me, won "t yout. There are you're father’s eyes, covered with the Jong-fringed cye-lashes Ife bis and he won’ "t be lonesome any more, for Angel Mary is coming back to live, and papa docs not care for us to stay. Ain't you tired, ‘darling?’ Well, we .shall soon be at rest; Meeping—slecping.” : . , CHAPTER ¥."” Ival did not wake till late ia the morning tronbled dreams. At first he did not observe Elsie’s absence, and when he missed heraty + breakfast, be thought that perhaps she. was” taking a morning stroll, or bad gone to vis- + it the sick ;: but as the hours wore on, he be-. . came alarmed. Taking little Mary's hand, , they visited every nook around the place, hes 2 + made strict inquiries of the servants and Sn, ‘ found that none of them had seen her and also that little Ival was gone and the front door had been found wnfastened, so that she must have left the house before any of the family; were astir. ‘Perhaps she has | gone down by the sea,’ thought he. ‘There waa always some-: thing bewitching to her’in. the play of the- * waves.’ He visited the cove, but Elsie was Greaily alarmed, he’, inquired of an old fisherman, if he bad seen» anything of Mrs. Gray during the morning."* ‘No,’ replied he, his: eye Nndliog up: with intelligence. .. . “Philip Doane!” exclaimed val, suddenly. rn terror-stricken, ‘for Lsaven’s 's ake tell me" what you knew!” ay | It was—nothing—i Jast night, Jacob Foster was over, bere and Ta he got to tellin’ his long yarns about Visitin? the wrecks | of ships when he was out cruis- a? were ; ‘But my wife,” "exclaimed Tval ‘impatiently, . uo ‘ “Oh, ‘nothing, only. Jacob Was telling that. mt *round that old wreck, even in dark nights, |. there were spirits dressed in white and be had ; : seen them, moving their long arms and sort. - ; of moaning. , sir, it is | dreadful ghing. —" a SA But, Elsie,’ ioterrdpted Ival. ° _ ' Well, after Jacob went away, I was fidge- ty like and couldn’t get to sleep. I heard the gate open—it creaks youknow—and then © somebody said in a crazy tone, ‘I'm so ead, I’m \so sad!’ and flitted by the window, * and then I heard her say again, 1’; ™m 80 sad,’ ” and thea the clock struck two.’ ‘tt ‘must’ have been Elsie,’ exclaimed” ia Ival: “Be quick man, is that all you know ?- it “Bout, only a little while after Ibeard the’. gate open again anda “great, dark, looking.” man came skulking around under the bushes.” <- He crouched down under’ the window’ so I ‘. wouldn's are bimt and hen strack of to the 8 g | 0 Bio? groaned out “Tval. Alarm ‘was instantly given.* Philip’s story was repeated we in mysterious whispersand search’ was com-* | } mencéd.. In the first place, they examined : thé little footpath snd at length Ival perceiy-* j ed asiender foot-print and close beside’ it,’ were those of heavy, hobuailed boots. They? | , followed ,the tracks ‘directly to the cove, | where they were made indistingnishable by + © the rising tide, but on the shore they found a ' little shoe, which Ival! instantly‘ recognized * 3 “ s belongs to his child; “What was to be «A woman and child were lost. They * ee ‘ideny found a grave beneath those ! waves, but whether by fonl means or by fair: was the question, The news spread farang" « wide, ! The fishermen left their boats, and i” their wives, barcheaded, wore running bither™ and thither on the beach. : Ivalstood watch. + ing the sea, expecting every wave would s+. bi wash up the lifeless form .of his Elsie, and:’ ‘ oh! the tumult of his heart—the .sad,’ stern * voices that haunted bim. oon there came ; additional information, A ‘fisherman,’ who + had’ been ‘out till after midnight, was just _ fastening his boat in the cove, when, he saw}. a slight figure ‘moving on the. ‘shore andi ot heard her say, ‘Pity me, pity me!’ and then ; . she glided back among tha rocks,’: He went’) '-" to find her, but she was nowbere to be seen. i . Hadid not like td go-home, because he » So thought maybe there was somebody there £ that needed help, and then he beard a man clambering among the rocks and he hollows 5 edhalloa! to him but be didn’t answer, and , at last he got tired and went home. The i next morning, the following paragraph ap- i peared i inthe daily Paper of the neighboring: ’ tawn— ; {Mys terioas disappearance. ‘We have juss. 4 the. wife of the. distinguished . and then'he rose with the recollection of learned that

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