Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1846-08-05
yPs1LANTI, (,lich) WEDNESDAY AUGUST 5, 1916.

the body, were wasting her away. 1t was apparent
that without change she would soon be beyond the
griefs that were preylng upon her bosom. Yet she
murmured not. Amid the want that poured upon her,
and the reproaches of her husband, she was uncom-
planning.
ooh, mother, what shall we do! Is there no hope
for my dear fatherr said Agnes, laying down the
book, and sobbng as if her heart would break.
yes, my child, there is hope in God. He has said
"Call upon me in the day of trouble, and will de-
liver you." In him have confded, and In him do l
still hope. He has never forsaken us altogether, nor
! will he while we trust in him..
Dear mother, how can bear it! You are dying
every day, and when you are gone what will become
of me and my poor little brother Willie? Oh, moth
er, can't we get father to sign the pledge r.
tBe calm, my child. The Lord is good, and should
he take me. he will provide for you and your brother.
You must go before him with your wants. Take
your fathers wants before him through Jesus Christ.
Remember that the promise is, that if you ask, you
shall receive. Cast your burden on him and he will
sustain you.
my dear mother, let US 60 to him nov. Now let
swer our prayers. kno,c he will. Oh mother, let
us try and prove him now
And in that lonely hour, while the wild wind was
moaning pitiously without, and GOODNESS was pinch
ing the sufferers within, did that girl and her moth
er bow before God, to test his faithfulness And
never did purer aspirations ascend to Heaven than
the pleading of that suffering band. Never did
gel watchers assist by their mysterious mnistrations
in holier cause. 1t was the agony of breaking
heart groaned under the accumulated wrongs of
years. The vision of the past swept before the
wretched Idella, and her soul seemed to embody all
its hopes into one; and staining it with the blood of
Christ she laid it before God, and plead for its rea
zation. She wrested, struggled, and wept, if her
heart was crumbng beneath the intensity of her ag
ony. She prayed for the reformation of her husband
for it to begin then-that ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS he
might be. Her words seemed to be the raising of
faith far above unbee-the sundering Of its letters
the laying of the torn bleeding heart before God
% thou righteous beIngv she exclaimed, 'who hast
promised help in need hear from thy holy habitation
the wretched inmates of this cold hovel. Thou who
hast in thy mysterious dspensations banished me from
the protection of parental love, and who hast for
thine own wise purposes, left and my little ones
to struggle in misfortune and want; oh, look upon
us In misery, and answer applications. Oh,
reclaim him around whom my heart still cings,
in his degradation, and him from eternal wo.-
Oh, righteous God! do believe, help thou my UNI
belief! Bring him back to the path in which we
once walked happily together, and, -
At that moment the door opened, and William
Pemberton rushed into the arms of his kneeling wife,
exclaiming,
ooh, my suffering angel Idella, your prayer is an
swered have this night joined the Washington |
ans, and if there is grace in heaven to aid poor suf
fering worm, my pledge shall be kept.
Amen,' fervently responded the bewildered weep
ing wife.
Oh, Idella! can you, will you forgive all-my I'M
cruelty-and from this night forward, |
God being my helper, l will be a sober man, and
will seek to make you happy
Dear husband! let the past be forgotten replied
the happy wife, while she cried aloud in the delirum
of her joy; 1et us trust in God for the future
agnes, my daughter, will you forgive your faith
ers unkindness, and pray that may never depart
from my resolution!
ooh, my dear father, will love you more than l
ever did, and will always pray for YOU said the
sobbng girl, and she threw her arms about her ia
theirs neck and kissed away his tears.
Sand Father said Willie, who stood by weeping |
at the strange scene, you will let love you and
kiss you, as do mother, won't your
sYes, my son, and strive to be worthy of it too
said the father, as he pressed him to his bosom.
The wind in its wild careerngs that night, swept |
no. over happier home than the lonely howell of
William Pemberton. |
Five years have passed away, and William Penn
berton, by sobrety and industry has reganed his cot
tage home, and there with his pous Idella to whose
cheek the bloom of health has returned, and their
children he is spending his days in quietude and de-
voton.
Is your husband drunkard? Be gentle with him
and pray for him. Are you drunkard mode
rate drinker? Remember the wife of your bosom, |
the children of your love- and the soul you possess
which is of incalculablc worth. May God bless this
narrative to your good.
INDIAN "SMARTNESS."
ga few Indians, some twenty or thirty, have been
hanging round camp for some days, begging holding