Ethelyn's Mistake

The pink and white blossoms of the apple trees by the pump in Aunt

Barbara's back yard were dropping their snowy petals upon the clean,

bright grass, and the frogs in the meadows were croaking their sad

music, when Richard Markham came again to Chicopee. He had started for

home the morning after his memorable interview with Mrs. Dr. Van Buren,

and to Aunt Barbara had fallen the task of telling her troubles to the

colonel's family, asking that the affair be kept as quiet as possible,

inasmuch as Ethie might soon be found, and matters between her and

Richard be made right. Every day, after the mail came from the West, the

colonel rang at Aunt Barbara's door and asked solemnly, "if there was

any news"--good news, he meant--and Aunt Barbara always shook her head,

while her face grew thinner, and her round, straight figure began to get

a stoop and a look of greater age than the family Bible would warrant.

Ethelyn had not been heard from, and search as he would, Richard could

find no trace of her whatever. She had effectually covered her tracks,

so that not even a clew to her whereabouts was found. No one had seen

her, or any person like her, and the suspense and anxiety of those

three--Richard, Aunt Barbara, and Andy--who loved her so well, was

getting to be terrible, when there came to Andy a letter--a letter in

the dear, familiar handwriting. A few lines only, and they read: "NEW YORK, May--.

"MY DARLING ANDY: I know you have not forgotten me, and I am

superstitious enough to fancy that you are with me in spirit constantly.

I do not know why I am writing this to you, but something impels me to

do it, and tell you that I am well. I cannot say happy yet, for the

sundering of every earthly relation made too deep a wound for me not to

feel the pain for months and may be for years. I have employment,

though--constant employment--that helps me to bear, and keeps me from

dwelling too much upon the past.

"Andy, I want you to tell Richard that in thinking over my married life

I see many places where I did very wrong and tried him terribly. I am

sorry for that, and hope he will forgive me. I wish I had never crossed

his path and left so dark a shadow on his life.

"Tell your mother that I know now I did not try to make her like me.

Perhaps I could not if I had; but I might at least have tried. I am

sorry I troubled her so much.

"Tell Melinda Jones, and James and John, that I remember all their

kindness, and thank them so much. And Eunice, too. She was good to me,

always. And oh! Andy, please get word somehow to dear Aunt Barbara that

her lost Ethie is well, and so sorry to give her pain, as I know I do. I

would write to her myself, but I am afraid she blames me for going away

and bringing a kind of disgrace upon her and Aunt Van Buren. I cannot

say yet I am sorry for the step I took, and, until I am sorry I cannot

write to Aunt Barbara. But you must tell her for me how much I love her,

and how every night of my life I dream I am back in the dear old home

under the maples, and see upon the hills the swelling buds and leaves of

spring. Tell her not to forget me, and be sure that wherever I am or

whatever may befall me, she will be remembered as the dearest, most

precious memory of my life. Next to her Andy, you come; my darling Andy,

who was always so kind to me when my heart was aching so hard.