Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1845-09-17
JOB PRINTING.
Executed with neatness and dispatch this Office.
The Eait In e IS w I q
OR, WOMAN NOT ALL EVIL.
A TALE OF THRILLING INTEREST.

The evening sun shone freely into the room
where Edward hurry sat By the bedside Of his
dying child. Her suferings had been long aud
severe, but now she slept calmly as an infant, one
hand clasped in her faiher's, while her pale cheek
rested on the other, half hidden by the long soft
hair that foated over the pillow.
God could only know the bitterness Of anguish
thar wrung the fathers heart, as he looked upon
that beloved face aud felt it would soon te hidden
from him forever. He was man of reserved
manners, and few knew the story Of his life. Il,
was whispered that wife. whom re adored, had
left him years before, was-wOrse than dead: and
it was well known that he seemed to care for no.
thing IN the world, save the daughter over whose
infancy and youth he had watched with tender.
hess like mothers. He had never left her even
for day he had renowned intercourse with
friends and relations to live only for her, and now
there lay hi, idol, dying he knew it. he fe!t it,
and yet his eyes were dry, and h lips did not
iremble as he murmured, slowly, "God bless her !!
she is my all, she has been my good angel: God
bless her." c
He 'rejoiced il her calm sleep, and yet he long
ed for the time when she should wake aud speak
to him, for he fel. her derium was past. Oh!
how cruelty the wandering of her pure and inno>
cent mind had opened afresh the secret sorrows Of
her father! i, was ever of her early childhood
that she spoke, of her first home she remembered
: Of her long lost mother, Often would she start
from her pillow, exclaiming that her mother was
come, and mingliug words Of welcome and endear-
ment with reproachesfor having delayed her COM
ing SO long. Little had Mr.. Murry dreamed OF
the fondness with which his Helen had cIuug to
that name SO long uuspoken; little rocked he till
then of the deep and passionate affection that
made her unconcious tongue eloquen, in address
ing the vision of her fancy. Hour by hour he sat
listening to her fond details of heI past events
how she sat with her mother in the shadow of the
old lime tree watching for him; and again her
joyous laugh rang on; as she told Of his coming
aad Of all he said as he clasped them both to his
bosom she told him she had knelt between them
90 pray, and again she uttered the very words oil
The first SIMPLE prayer her mother had taught her.
twas nearly sunset when Helen woke. Her
eyes rested long aud sadly on her fathers altered
face and at last, drawing him towards her, she
laid her head on his bosom and wept silently.
what ails you. darllng!' he said, you are
better, surely
Yes. yes, am better but see it all. Ihave
almost broken your heart
No Helen, it is not you, dear child you have
been my comfort and my joy he exclaimed; 'yor
are so still
Il have been derious Know said Helen 'ant
have spoken of things that must have tortured
YOU
1T matters not dear child. Do you think day
passes wherein do not think of those things
What else has made me whatI am! have beer
a sad companion for you, Helen; but God know.
have loved you we'll.
1t was after loog silence thai Helen spoke
again.
Let me,' said she. 'once, only once more speal
other. A day may come when, in bitter sorrow
she may ask your forgivness. Sometimes think
OF her-pale, dying broken misunderstanding yo,
10 say one kind word 10 her before she dies. Oh
father dearest father! If that time should eve
come, promise, for the sake of your ch,ld, whe
will then be in her cold grave, promis to forgiv'
herp
His voice was hoarse. but he replied calmly
sHelen have long since forgiven her! but
promise you by all | hold most sacred, Ii ever
hear of her in trouble or sorrow, will do all sh'
has left me the power to do, 10 comfort and re
lieve her.
God bless you for those words! have pray
ed for her all my life, and now, in my DEATH my
last thoughts are for you and for her. Fathe
will you not pray with me"
He knelt down and covered his face, while MI
child, calling up all her dying strength, poured
forth feryent prayer for the erriug wife-thc los