Friends and Neighbors eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 294 pages of information about Friends and Neighbors.

Friends and Neighbors eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 294 pages of information about Friends and Neighbors.

In a far-away, sunny clime stands a stately mansion.  We will not linger to describe the elegant interior, to hold up before the reader’s imagination a picture of rural beauty, exquisitely heightened by art, but enter its spacious hall, and pass up to one of its most luxurious chambers.  How hushed and solemn the pervading atmosphere!  The inmates, few in number, are grouped around one on whose white forehead Time’s trembling finger has written the word “Death!” Over her bends a manly form.  There—­his face is towards you.  Ah! you recognise the wanderer—­the wealth-seeker.  What does he here?  What to him is the dying one?  His wife!  And has he, then, forgotten the maiden whose dark lashes lay wet on her pale cheeks for many hours after she read his parting words?  He has not forgotten, but been false to her.  Eagerly sought he the prize, to contend for which he went forth.  Years came and departed; yet still hope mocked him with ever-attractive and ever-fading illusions.  To-day he stood with his hand just ready to seize the object of his wishes, to-morrow a shadow mocked him.  At last, in an evil hour, he bowed down his manhood prostrate even to the dust in woman worship, and took to himself a bride, rich in golden, attractions, but poorer as a woman than ever the beggar at her father’s gate.  What a thorn in his side she proved!  A thorn ever sharp and ever piercing.  The closer he attempted to draw her to his bosom, the deeper went the points into his own, until, in the anguish of his soul, again and again he flung her passionately from him.

Five years of such a life!  Oh, what is there of earthly good to compensate therefor?  But in this last desperate throw did the worldling gain the wealth, station, and honour he coveted?  He had wedded the only child of a man whose treasure might be counted by hundreds of thousands; but, in doing so, he had failed to secure the father’s approval or confidence.  The stern old man regarded him as a mercenary interloper, and ever treated him as such.  For five years, therefore, he fretted and chafed in the narrow prison whose gilded bars his own hands had forged.  How often, during that time, had his heart wandered back to the dear old home, and the beloved ones with whom he had passed his early years!  And, ah! how many, many times came between him and the almost hated countenance of his wife the gentle, the loving face of that one to whom he had been false!  How often her soft blue eyes rested on his own How often he started and looked up suddenly, as if her sweet voice came floating on the air!

And so the years moved on, the chain galling more deeply, and a bitter sense of humiliation as well as bondage robbing him of all pleasure in his life.

Thus it is with him when, after ten years, we find him waiting, in the chamber of death, for the stroke that is to break the fetters that so long have bound him.  It has fallen.  He is free again.  In dying, the sufferer made no sign.  Suddenly she plunged into the dark profound, so impenetrable to mortal eyes, and as the turbid waves closed, sighing over her, he who had called her wife turned from the couch on which her frail body remained, with an inward “Thank God!  I am a man again!”

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