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gate held WIN hor Nnd. 'nere, Nv neT
fathers death. couch. Her heart was per-
vnded with sweet and Invisible influence
n cal blessed feeling. such a. human pen
can never describe took possession Of her
spirit and she, who had knclt down IN her
agony. arose gncd-nay. happy. The
Iiuht was sill on her fathers face, aud
smile. pure and holy, such as his mortal
lips had never known, lay like a promise OF
heaven upon il. Grace stopped, and pres
sed her lips To he cold clay. As she raised
her head, another shadow fell athwart the
corpse. 1t was her cousin who stood
before her. Very pale he was, and his
coup'enance looked solemn and like,
IN the DIM light. Grace moved not, nor
shrunk as he laid his cold hand on hers.
She knew that he had killed her father;-
but she knew also, that his will had no part
in the deed. He spoke, and his voice was
low and very mournfnl.
i did not think TO find you here-,hev
told me YOU were I'LL came tn look on The
dend. while my keepers slept Tomorrow,
| 90 10 be tried for his murder --you can
not think me guilty of an intent to XIII your
father Grace.
No, replied the orphan. 'no-cond you
be here by his side, had you harbored a
thought of murder,'
I thank yon--trom my broken heart !
thank you, said he. trembling violently and
leaning against the window frame for sup.
port.
As his hand grasped the easement, it
crushed a towering branch of the honey
suckle, which had fallen in at the open
I ,I,,ll
removed the bruised flowers: and when he
looked up, his eyes were full of tears.
They are fresh and blooming yet-a day
has not wltherpd them. he SAID, in sor
rowtnl voice. accompanied by one Of those
} painful smiles which spring from the very
dregs of misery; then, with a sudden gcs-
ture of despair. he turned to the body out
stretched before him. and exclaimed. with
burst Of bitter feeling, oh Grace, Grace
: can this be real?-partcd forever; you
, atherless-I-l-a murderer and all in
; a few hours. This morning-bnt this
: mornlng-and we stood there, so happy. SC
D full of hope oh. my God! why was
e permitted to work all this woe?'
, Grace laid her hand on his. She yielded
D to none of the regrelfnl thoughts which
[ CIo"utu ~ utI HcdIt. u is uUt luc Uut u
t of prayer to strengh hen the soul for time
: as does human resolution, and then lay j
j bare again to the ravages of the passions
! No faith and resignation may neet
guarding, but their strength is equal to thu
, need Of their possessor. Grace, | have
e sand, placed her hand on that of her cousin
G She, the bereaved, was about to admlnste
. consolation to the bereaver. The light o
r pure spirit broke upon his face: he
e black hair fell back from her pale forehead
: as she raised it to look upon him -an
e she appeared, in her spiritual beauty like
e mlnlserng angel. rather than a mOurne
g sorrOwlng over the dead. Her lips wer
e parted to speak. when heavy tread and
y rough voice was heard in the passage.
g Il am missed exclaimed Blair; : 'the
II will intrude even here. Grace. you hav
II gwen me comfort-me who--' his voc
y was choked with grief he grasped he
I'd hand with cOnvulsive violence, and lett III
g. room.
The morning sun shone in upon ii
t, corpse, and Grace Suihgate was still knee
n ing BY it. She knew not that the daw
had bruken--she cared not that the tlowe
rs were awake, and rejoicing in their dev
k The rattle Of the wheels which had borI
~ Henry Blair to prison. was still soundlT
ID IN her ears. She was praying tor hlI
=, and her entreaties went up TO the Mo
n High as rich incense; for they spruI
to from heart, which. like flowers, yield
IN lis sweetness in greater abundance, VIII
At it was most severely bruised. She unc|
Ter sed not her eyes; land her voice. Ii
hYol
at ascend, ill the promise of strength a
RI faith was vouchsafed to her.
~, Those who came to prepare fOr the fun
W, raj, looked on the calm brow of the q
IRE and wondered.
lot Mr.. Suthgate was buried on his o'
lay ground, ust beneath the preclpce. at
TX back OF the house. A large maple ov'
art Swallowed his grave. and wild roses BIZ
net somed thckly about it. One thing "
ng remarkable regarding the iuneral--old \
IRA Human was not present--nor had he be
ut at the house since The morning of its IN
the ter's death. II was said that he was
ha but, when Nancy returned TO nurse hi
ard he reproved her sharply for deserving
TO poor orphan, and commanded her to retu
ar and not leave her again until she was s.
pse for. In vain, Nancy, who truly loved
vas father, besought him to allow her to rem
IN with him. Grace was calm she So
by and kept about the house all the til
ey' never appearing as If any thing had b
'om pened, only once in a while, when some
cart her fathers books or things came in
had way; and then she would 60 about
ng' work. with the tears dropping from
WIN eyes, for an hour at time and her ST
Z. as had strange kind of look about it,
'red as if II would say, 'oh how my heart ache
the O'd Human sat in his great easy CHI
her with his hands clasped on his knees,
NV large tears rolling one by one down
o 1t cheeks, as Nancy gave this simple desc
her ton of her friends suffering, His dau
her ter looked in his care-worn face, and