Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 6, Number 19, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 6 November 1875 — Page 2
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AMSTERDAM STATION, ILt.
A HKI PPEfl'8HTORY OF TH EE »A NTH.
They **ton the utep*of the station Anfl waited for trains to connectA colporteur eating hi* ration
A#!# nJr1rVH*r wuotwlcse hod bOfn wreck-
Andtthestrangers began conversation.
Theskipper was wrinkled and hoary, flu "kin was the coler of leather The other looked hungry and sorry. -And after dfe«aw*tng the weather Tlj« sklppej «Uruck into his story,« •niuu ye of three nalnU I've knovr'.l of.
pp their live* lor their broth-
sort you may not hev allowed of. But (Gik* that' .lie to save others I* beln's fer Goti to be proud of.
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beahipiswiUlcr. Cap'n James Bees., a fo* Offthe Hntterascoatft, Wu wrecked on a ledge to the lea
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like a rock at his post
And went down Jn a gulp of the Ken.
Ilehbowed bow to build u* a raft, And crowdwl her roll a* she'd float He nprung to the davit* abaft
And lowered and loaded each boat Then *tu*k to the battered old emit-
He saved every li fe but his ownWoman, children, the men and the crew, Cheered when the last d«ry was gono— ,s
No room tor bim In her, he knew. And toe went to the bottom alone! My friend," asked the colporteur grim /rHad Hwan uisde hi* peace with the
And ^uT^nld down his cracker. "What,
Kald t^e'hklpivr "I shouldn't s'poae God 'D he mad at« feller like hitn
Another was young Andy IJell, Who worked In the Cumberland con I
ITt *tood n\ the mouth of the well, The in« was afire, and the hole CLw.tl up like the furnace of hell! »«T"He men was Imprisoned belaw
The wotii. ii was screamln' above Tins box# ated, 'Who'll face tl»« loo, And ily to the rescue for love?" Ami Anuy remarked, '1 will go
«"I kin dlo ln the shaft, for I hain't Niirv father ner mother uer wife!' And down in the backet he went
Haved fifty bv lo*ln' his life I nay Andy Bell wi a saint
Did lie prav God," the colporteur erlrt*.
To help lilm to right wltli the flame?" Now 1 think on't," the akipnnr replies, "I've hmrd Andy mention HI* nameMore frekent Hwnwma would advise!" "Hid he love .Je«tn? Bow at His shrine?"
A*k* the colporusur "then it is well." The afclpperwtyn. "Thar was no ^gu— Hut ei Jesu* didn't Andy Bell 1 don't want no Jesus In mine! "The third one. Newt. Evans, my friend,
Took
Ins engine to Prairie du I'nlen
Saw speck on the tmck at the Bend, A »11 cried to the oker, 'Eugene! Ef that ain't
a
bmt I'll be denued!
•"Abnby-an'makln'niud pies! Mind the train.' To the shriek of tlio bell
Haved Uio girl? Yw but, pn. Both his legs were cut off at the thighs.
The skipper anno—1"Am-ster-dnm. I a* mejefct get ray bearln agin. An' sorter make out where 1 atu.'
ITo walked to the offlee-ws* mute When the agent asked what he desired,
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Uo—is—U»is ^retnu) gamic.
No nee or me home—as f.nc a lad as ever stepped. Nice news to meet a man with—'Hero's your wife dead: now, what's to be done with Ilii children?'' Ills vessel was wrecked, you know ami though she heard the crew were picket! up, that f*-Hah woman wai bound to have him .rfrowued. I tried my best to keep her alive, but she just fretted heraelf Into her grave."
fel
And her nusbund just come
All have not your patience, Phil, I aaUl gently. lie sat thinking far some minutes, while that ctlrn, resolved look came iato his face I so loved to see there. .The |iise« In his forehead smoothed them•alve* away. We often sat thus, each thinking of his own thoughts. 1 could comm what Phil's were. I knew the thought that brought that light of rest and strength.
What a grand, crave face my friend •had! Hla powerful franle bore very lightly the burden of It* threescore •years. Ills Mcp «as cutlet and elastic, ipd hit hand—soft and white as it woyet with a trriP like *te«l~wa* as «rm and stwuly as it had ever been. rrtmnOj ho wul began drawing till hla gloves, "I moat go now, Archie, Jay patients will be very im-patlenta Eu morning, fancy. You l»ve done 200d.Tr taught me bow to do myself 1 which is beU«r: and, Archfe, If
it, Arehlt
that
-waj ba long,^ li a: its cloae." Bo laid aside my sermon and began 'fciv labor of low. Need I say my sorwas laltl aside, tor what nobter ^ru oa can there :a«n a gt«od man a
lis proteriy. How like flctnre Ballertoe ^tn the years look bac^ ttpon it -m. Ilerc an op« meadow, with the slight!' oplnjf warm andbrtg
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•trong for me I had to let It float in away. iSventy-six years before, Ph'» and I had clsspWtfmd* ov^ourferewell, he to finish Tiis^mwUdaf wtJd'.ea abroad, I to enter the theol^caraemfr. nary. And now hero W»s I an pldmaO with failing health, •ntf!i*tW»phjtfclan of the quaint litti^i^sf© wborewe bad onde idled away dfcr summor vacation with many a jew^at t«p old-time wa and customs of ita%rituftive inhabitan Are lives ever what they hope to be7 How many tired feet fail and falter how manv eves grow dim with watching for tt»o dawn th«t never brvMnOb, may wo n* ttotw that in the hereafter, blighted buds may swell and btanom into the i»erfbct flower
Kind and hearty as over. "If any man can give mo strength and happiness, it is Phil Kodent, I said to my-
Early in the next week the train left me at "the quiet station, little ditlerent from what 1 rememberhd and no sooner had 1 stepped upon the platform than achenrv voice exclaimed: "Welcome, old fellow come at last," and Phil clasped my hand in both ol his. I saw the orakeuian smile as we two old men walked off togother, Phil's arm thrown across my shoulder—a boyish trick of his—but 1 thanked God in my heart for this strong, faithful Irlend, who had kept the riiomory of our boyish days still fresh aud groen amid the frosts ol age and the chilling winds of shango and absence.
One balmy September morning I was installed pastor of the old-fashioned little church, and then I went to housekeeping. Phil and I were busy all one weel getting my houso ready, and then I wrolo to Abbv, who, poor girl, was glad enough to leave her boarding place and come to keep houso for me. iny years ago she had buried her ho itw of happiness ia the grave of young Richarct Phelps, and since then her fo had been a rather cheerless one. We had two brothers married, but though "Aunt Abby" was very useful if the children had measles or scarlet fever, there was no place she could call her home so now we two, the odd ones in the family, planned to end our days together. Phil and I were much with each other, and one evening in the bo-
flis
Ifc ran fi rward sprang out for the nrlws. gether, and no was yes out,.parson, lie fell— Improvements be li
ginning of December wo were sitting in sanctum smoking a quiet pipe tois telling mo of some meant to make on his place, when I said jestingly: "What a pity it is you haven't made some wo-
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Wfti» ho w{V5lioi *n uie oioouoi mu uuuu. r"* ,A Asked the preacher, "antl eleanse»l fnm man happy with tho pift of your hand htaain?-' and pleasant home, with all its etceteras of lame horses and charity patients."
Twenty Years.
«r AMAUH LA FORGE.
When hoar -»p1o talking ftbout romance having Hi a natural death in this busy nineteenth century, auil how pri -rdc and uninteresting our lives have le«-oiue, I alwavs think of my old friend Phil llodent. I don't think I over heard a storv quite like his. Twenty years of a man's llfo spent in walling! and waiting the hardest kiud of work.
The other day he caino Into my studv, looking worn and anxious. "What is tho matter, Phil?" I asked, as he threw himrndf in an easy chair.
UIHtll III Why, that Johnston woman is dead, ed of her dying any moro than you
Phil puffed a cloud of smoke into tho air, and sat watching tho soft rings in
«i«i «... silence for some moments then he said When the agent asked what he desired, quietly, "I have been waiting these Hi tapped on bi« pate in salute, twenty years, Archie, for my wife, and .. I stilfbelieve that she will come, though
& & Un he ropeatecl mu.
slncrly. Was mv friend dreaming? I said nothing, but sat waiting somo further enlightenment.
You never knew my brother Paul, did you, Archie?" Phil commenced in his lull, quiet voice. "Poor fellow, he met with an accidet when a child which in:n him for life. When he was—let
nv s»©—about
twenty-two (bo was eight
years voungcr than'myself) I took hitn to Germany to consult a famous physician, In whoso skill I had great faith. Just belore our sailing threw passengers came on boartl, who altr.ictod my attention and interest from tho firft. One wfts a man between forty and ft fly, handsome and stylish-looking, but with an unpleasant air of bravado about him,
and a furtivo way of watching pconle, which Impressed me very unfavorably. He was followed bv a man some .years younger than himself, on whose arm leaned a young and As they passed Into
eaned a young and very pretty lady. passed Into the cabin many ©yes were turned upon them. The men were talking wholly in French, and paying little or no attention to their silent companion.
Paul had his meals brought up on deck, and at dinner I found I was wealed next the young lady who had so novv. j~~, Jtner yon cared to hear this long story my heart was so full of it to-night that I began almost without thinking. If I weary you, vou will try to pardon me. "Well, that night many glances of admiration were cast upon my neighbor, glances not unmlngled with pity the pale, beautiful faoo was so very sad, and the large brown eyes seemed heavy with unshed tears. As she ralaed her hand I saw she wore a wedding ring. The elder of the two gentlemen waa evidently her father, the likeness between them'was »e strong, and the other, I became convinced, was her husband, although he seemed strangoly Indifferent to her comfbrt or convenience. As we left tha table the dropped her handkerchief, and when she raised her eyes to mine hi thanking me for restoring it, whether she aaw the Interest and »ympathv I felt revealed in my face I conld not iell, but a sUgbt blush tinged her cheek at she ttirneit away. "The next morning when returned from a soarch for Paul's books and rug, I found ber *eate4 beside him. She apologized venr sweetly for her "lntrunfon,' then Mid, with a glance at her husband wbo wan leaning on ih» bade of her chair, 'Mr. Lambert had somo books which be tiolight your brother might like to see.' •-Mr. tambert acknowledged my thanks with ***, *5^. with a scarcely petwplll .« aneei voice, aa he trolled away, 'My devoted to alida.
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attention from Kathleen, to call her. She would o_ deck looking pale and troubled f6w. to M||es begicl*
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I have heard of you, my friend, wrote Phil. "You are out of health and spirits. Come to me, I will cheer you up. I have a room ready for von in my bachelor's hall,' and we need you here. Our minister, good old man, has gone to his weli-eamet» rest, and we area shopherdlose flock. We have had a young man proocbing for lis, Ulenled ana good tntentioned, but he soared among the clouds too much tor us our heads grew diray watching his ©rial flight®, so we shut our eyes and left him, thinking that, as he seemed to know the way, ho would sometime reaoh terra tirmaagain. But that is not what we want. We want to He baptized and married in the good old wav, and you must do it for us. Hay when you will come, and Ned (my horse) and I will moet you at the station."
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wit waa of that sarcastic kin wounds oftoner than it pleases. Many a time havo I
Been
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'I havo beeu lately, sir.' "'I bellevo you, my boy,' her father said, hastily 'uiav it do you more good than it has done me. Then he turned away, and followed, for I thought Kathleon* would rather'be alone with Paul for a time.
When I returnek Paul was saying, 'I)o you know, Kathleen, with all your dear little motherly ways, I am four years older than you 'In years, pernaps, but oh, Paul, not in sorrow. No,' she continued, in nnswor to this reproachful look 'how gladly I would bear your sorrow, hoavy though It is, no words can toll.' "Then I withdrew as quietly as I had come, knowing that my gentle btother could comfort her better than I could. One day Paul mentioned our destination, a German watering place. Her face lighted up. 'We are going there too, at least I think so. I havo heard them mention it.' Then she stopped abruptly and changed the subject beforo either of us could reply.
Paul used to lio and talk of her for hours after I took him down stairs, and one night when he had been telling me how loyally Kathleen's lips kept secret tho misery any child might read in her face, he looked suddenly at mo with a
Sho smiled grateftilly.
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TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.
vPaul
here
gnWt soft \otlrfw6maniy te anf lhe atnile thitt playod ufcon be «I all the swlitek foe tha tears JJurt drip of the falr^ h3 prtw^ded jr lltfipwo cdfliQiPns dreary yoi§m#'li seemed to leave her almost entirely to the next «kys sun herself, and before the voyage was over and kathllenwflM talking In low tones, I strongly suspected that in tho inter- and now tN&PPbl could hear a few minable games of cards always going words: ... on in thefr cabin, a good deal of money
Then he Poor answered
penetrating, startled glance laid his hand gently on mine. Phil.1 'Poor Kathleon,1 I wandering at his words.
When we reached Liverpool Mr. Lambert suddenly decided to go first to Paris, so Paul and I went on alone. We did not speak much of Kathleen now, but my ooy missed her sadly, and as his health began to fail I knew he longed daily for a
Right
of her sweet face, a
touch of her cool, soft hand, "My little sister
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I heard him say onco when
ho thought he was alone, 'if you knew Paul was dying, I think you would come to him.1
His words wrung my heart with a terriblo pain and fear. If I had only known Kathleen's address I would have written to her, but I had no means ol learning it. Paul said nothihg to me ubout his wish to seo her, but when the doctor advised change of air he asked me to take hi in to Baden linden. 'Why, Paul, do you think 'I thfnk Kathleen may be there,' ho said quietly. And ho was right. Two days after'our arrival a earrlago passed me in the street. Glancing up, I saw Kathleen leaning, pale and sad looking, among tho cushions. As sho caught bight of mo sho started violently then stopping her carriage sho made me a sign to enter it. Tue street was crowded, so Iobeyed her. 'How is Paul?1 sho looked anxiously, as I seated myself beside her. When I told her how rapidly ho had failed sho said eagerly, 'Will you take me to him I have so longed tos*? him again.1 'Now I questioned. 'Yes. No ono cares where I go,1 and the tears rushed to her eyes. 'You are 111, I fear,' I said gently. 'Youaro much paler than you were at
Mki dreamily.
quiet '..'ay* it aJ»
aSSater«»t with that lfttie ham ng the hills. ined
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long,1' And Kathleen, glanoin face promised him. $9" "In the afternoon a flne,^|lrifezling: rain eommwiced to fall, and Whpu tha twilight began to wranMreet in ita soft gray Wifls, Efteatec one of the wfadems limniQg tfrtbe
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belonging to somo of the other passen- Then I shall know her. Now tell me
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were both manners, and
very gentlemanly in their antlthe paWi set ttwmi^ my Mr. Lambert was espie- feet, like hers, will one day clslly witty In oonversatlon, thongh nls goal.' Then her voice broke, and she
W mother like you.J^ eenT
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Kathleen's cheek
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"that eaid sobbingly, «Ok, Paul, my brother, you not take me too?' Hla answer too low to reach my ear,. but prea
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ently her sobs ceased and then he called
flush and her eyes fill with tears, at ently h^-------some careless sneer of this man who faintly, Philip. I was beside him im had sworn to love and cherish her, and mediately. Kaise me op, Phil. No, then, Archie, I confess I bad to clinch don ring for lights. I wish you could my hands to keep from collaring take mo homeJcMiUip^ aud^y^me h^be and pitching him over the rail. The churchyard Kathleen speaks about, mystery of that union I "never fathomed he seemed utterly indiffereut to her,and that she did not lovo him I was certain that Bhe feared him I was almost (Kjual ly sure. Her father seemed kinder, and for him sbeevldonly entertained great affection. One day he joined^ our little
Hush, Kathleen dear, and Philip, you must kopo and be patient. The beginning of the end seems vory near to me. Then his voice sank. Presently he stir red—'Kathleen—Philip'—and when laid him down the smile that had Bettied on his pale young face was the smile with which he woke in heaven.
saving as he laid his hand upon lis daughter's shoulder, 'Trying to roplace poor little Parisian, Kathleen? bad to attend to Kathleon, whwe grief Well, thatVright.' Then he added, half nwdly alarmed me. Leaving tho dead sadly, half jestingly, «I wonder if the body of mv »n the au:e of our good deeds of an antrel can blot out the klnaly i«Jl! h!! t^L sins of one of the evil ones? as that pale riage. Then, lioy, Kathie he looksas if familiar with companied lior home, fel was quite sitlie wavs of anirels
Perhaps It was well for me that
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Kathleen bent her head with a vivid »gh ehudderingly. As we neared her blush, but Paul reached up and took her hotel she turned to me .th an age hand, saying, with his own bright smile, ",Mnl
every little while she would
ln
her dark evus: Now
gone I have no one—no one. Then said to her quietly, with the shadow of our great sorrow lying between us, 'Promise me, Kathleen, that If your burden shall become too great for you to boar, yoti will let mo horn you j1 and she Btillecl her sobs to say solemnly, 'Philip, I promiso.1
Well, Archlo, my story is almost done. Tho next year was terrible to mo. I missed Paul daily and hourly, and life, that had once seemed so full and bright grew only a weary load which I yet must bear. Then I read Mr. Lambert's death in a French journal. Poor Kathleen was released. Then I knew tho great hunger of my life might yet bo satis lied. A love, whose mighty presence I had not guessed, sprang up in my heart. I wrote to her, sending the letter to Paris. I know she did not love him, so my haste was no insult. 'I am goin§ to that village among the hils to wait. When you are free come to me.1
I have looked for herovery day since then. Paul, In the churchyard yonder, and I in the old house here, wait for Kathleen's coming. Her room is always ready. Would you like to seo it
I assented eagerly. Phil took up the lamp, and unlocking a door I had not observed till tlr.n, lod me into a large, handsome rooEi, bright with soft, warm tints, and made cheerful by the fire which crackled and played upon the hearth. The walls were hung with pictures, the tables covered with books, and in ono corner stood a cabinet filled with bronzes, exquisite statuettes, and here and there a shine of gold and gems On tho top lav a Bible, a prayer-book, and a beautifully bound copy of Thomas a Kempis. Opening the latter, I read "To my wife, December 17,18—
It will take her somo timo to look over her birthdav presents," Phil said in answer to my look of inquiry. "Yes. that is the last. December 17—it will soon bo bore." Ho stood looking into the fire and musingly stroking his loug gray beard. "She will be thirty-nine, Archie, and I am nn old man. My faith sometimes wavers, but il I lost it His faeo slmdowod suddenly, and he sank into a chair with a weary siph.
Seeing he for tho time was unconscious of mv presence, I continued my survey of the room. In one corner wero grouped soveral rare ferns and a tea-rose bush, covered with buds. In one of the windows hung a bird cage, Its pretty occupant curled up Into a soft, yellow ball. How pathetic to mo were the faded curtains, telling, as they did, of tho long patient waiting, the richness of hope deferred.
When I returned to the lire Phil eyes were fixed on a piUuro that huug over tho mantolpioco—a woman's face boautiful and sad. yet lighted with the radlanco of a divine liope. Beneath the picture was a brackp^|| wWc^irtood a vase of flowers.
Phil, Is that—11 "My wife. It was not meant for her,
flni"~a"nirv8ician vou know, so yot the llkenesa 1a perfect. With that yon must let mo prescribe for you.'
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i&J 11^ it tbaOKb*.&bnmJiUm#IrtooMlad** fe?wX. Heonly^ let her go on tUe Is it not the child that knowa thefiathara sfJinabercvery
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T^nlt ^nt^nal r^now treble
bave been where. mnst not dee^ur now, Archie,
I am better now. I think I am when she may be near. Tbon we aat down and had one of our talks, not about things "seen and tem-
Ph
iral," but 'things utween and eternal.'
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quire for her husbaml and father. She tfall startled my sober theology somecolored quickly, saying in a low, con- times with hia simply expreaaod ideaa, strained voice, 'Thank you, they are but when I thought awhile 1 always well. They are both here.' found that tbey wero pure, and true. "Then wo did net apeak until we
a^J^^w°"Y^™Vil°r^nt?
reached the qnlet lodging I bad procur- th^ vSS^e £3 dwelt ao
h«t ^i?wl?iSSd the hall ual things soemed very near to him that
re. ,"i£,w!rAz£ T^l EU14,.
at my might meddle. Presently 1 a sigh. "This ifca thought, sometimes oonws to tem
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t^u^f^thi^
and heart so well, that what Uimany is but
tbc^nlfrht when t!U toad ((vtaun wo- perwlventure, is to him the bllwrfnl cer--lodge*
Then he add- when bo took up the liule prayer-boek
to us p£i$- anl began turning over
etl more to^hlmaelf "liowamninl this sentence ia the other.1V Kathleen's fatbw wb*e beeatifnl marriage senrtee Tboee n« Mma in and stayed a whom God hath joined together let no brought her. put aaundir.' What God hath P&fSl^wnrieoustome hla manner joln^Vtb^ no
yawn
tssssas
tltat twill he and her buaoanu weiw piv- Than aome fancy rule* them, and than in after years they find that
^^^^nl.^'^^fher vl* aiie'happen- 3h»u in after years tboy And that they «L»r»t a «r week* are only unit* In the mhfhtv whole, who "It Vff siih rhsm»v, *o mistake and lhwartdod providence. «I»1 Then there are haads drawn ontotane
titen there are haads drawn owl of one tmnQmr. changed lipa that apo^c their farcwelL God never joined tboae together, that waa man\ *ork. It ia true flod aometfmea parts hla atota, it" spirit may hold bkws1
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veiHt* i.tt st* mourning mat*.*, pr:- r. |t% house of clay. Ho-I er t.''- i:v Ui-/Wes what be hath join be HI* will thai shall nev-
Kathleen'a ftm aptain» yet 1
:. •. Him and tire on until upon mi elf t'. rWt!« »ha« w«£or' her phM'a rri** SlttK a:..i l,'i« art'W hntt '.t/t.lv old
with
ie. that e.bot," back out
and the bright, iheerfjil look came to hia teco.~»hoae always bio«Kma agaitkjand I MlieVe that God 1*6 y^l^mo will, jhoro^ earth,
Then he led me into the warmth and brightness of the neat, whoso bird bad at length flown home.
A figure was lying on the low couch drawn up before the fire. "My wiffe!" Philip said fondly, then I saw her face beautiful with the beauty of Heaven, and brightened now with a light like the aftei-glow of the sunset ner hair was white as Bilver, but the eyes and smile were young. Beside her Philip bad placed tho little cabinet she had been examining its treasures—several lay ln ber lap. On a little table at her feet, where ber eyee could rest upon It, Btood the tea-rose, ln full bloom now.
She greeted me with a smile, then as Phil kneeled beside her, she said, with a glanoo at the picture above the fire, "You were told that was like me. Ah! Philip did not know what a poor old woman was coming bouie to him at last."
Kathleen, you say nothing of .the old, old man you found." The look she turned upon him was the most beautiful I ever saw on any face. "If I say nothing. Philp, it is lx*c»uso my heart is too full for words."
Hearing Abby in tho ball, I went out and left the two together. When I came back, Phil handed me the prayor-book open at marriage service. "Do you mind using that form, Archie? Ivatbloen likes Tt."
Herspoke so quietly, I looked dumbly at him, with the book open in my hand. "Yes, Archie, that is what wo want she has been my wife these twenty year?, but I want all men to know it now."
So. In the presence of Abby and Phil's old housekoeper, I marriod thom. How white tho still face on the pillows had become but when the rite was ended sho turned Philip with a radiant smile: 'Till death us do part.1 Death will not part us, Philip."
I saw Kathleen every day after that. The storm and tempest of her life was past, and now ber fragile boat was anchored in the haven of Philip's love. She often speke to me of his years of patient" waiting: It was only the thought of that that made me able to live sometimes," she Baid one day. "The only timo I doubted him was when I came up the walk from the gate that night I stood a moment to gather strength and courage, and I paw him come to the window There he drew the curtain and looked out, and I saw the warmth and brightness within, and I feared to see somo one in my plaoo at his side then I cried out 'Philip,1 and he came to me, my faithful lover, and he brought i»e in, and then I know God hears our prayers."
Those days of quiet, tranquil happiness sped swiitlv by. and in tho gloom and cold before'tho dawn 011 Christmas morning, Phil sent for me. I found Kathleen lying pale and faint, upon her pillows, and Philip bonding over her with tho seal of a great and holy calm upon his face. I took my place beside her in silence sho smiled gently, "I am going to spend my Christinas day with Paul and mother. I wish Philip could como too, but perhaps it won't bo long." She struggled a little for breath, and Phil raised her in his arms. "Waiting again, my poor Philip," she said fondly: "nut I will bo near you all tho time this dear ro*m your hands prepared for me, God will lot
The gray was leaving tho sky, a faint rosy flush crept over the snow. Phil s'gned to me, and I repeated softly some of the texts she loved. Sho thanked ine with a smile, then ber face changed no shadow fell on it, only a wondroua light. "Philip!" sho whispered, then tho light grew stronger, and in tho first flush and brightness or that Christinas morning her soul went home.
Now tno summer sun shlnea brightly on the churchyard grass, tho birds sing sweetly overhead, and the trees rostle their green boughs in the soft air. On the green alope behind the church the [rass Is greenest, the flowers brightest here tho birds coflio latest in tne fall. The aun bas shot a beam of light through the leavea, it trotables over the fair, white marble cross, and by its light you read the name "Kathleen, and uneraeath the words, "My wife."
GOING FOR A A MASON 1» (Detroit Fr*e Pmas.} What manner of man are you, Peter Door, te get drunk and fall down on the ntr&i car track at midnight
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Being Abby with, yoa-r aha ia a aenalhla woman, and can bold bertongqo." Seizing my bat and cloak, and telling Abby to follow, 1 hurried over. Phil met me in the hallf be clapped both my banda and drew me into his oftlqe. She came to-night, in the early darkness she has followed her father from city to city, the only link that bound him to a purer life he died a month ago in London. She has been cold, hungry, desolate, but she has come at last."
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it often, I am sure, l'ou will not grievo much, Philip. Denth is not parting for us, my Philip, It is only waiting."
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No, air I puts on mortar." And you are ftfllty of the cnarg* Yea, but it's the last time. I'm awful sorry air, and I've got a job which must be finished to-day."
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