Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-04-14

words choked him. t'These notes are not
worth one penny. All of Israel Yorke's
banks broke to-day
There was not word spoken for five
minutes or more. This news went like an
ice bolt through the hearts of the wife and
sister.
"And tomorrow, Well be put into the
street by the same Israel Yorke, who is
also our landlord" said John, breaking the
long pause. ''Put the window little low
er, Nelly-it feels close want air.
Nelly obeyed, and resumed her seat at
her brothers side, whose face now glowed
and shone in the eyes, with an expression
she could not define.
ooh, wouldn't it be good, Annie; would
it not be glorious, Nelly, if could gather
you all up in my arms, and take you with
me, whittier am going?'' he said, with a
sort of rapture, looking from his children
to his wife and sister. And then in a gen.
tie tone, "kneel down, Nelly, and say
prayer, and ask God to forgive us all our
way for us, so that we may all go to him."
Neither Nell nor Annie remarked the Sin
gular emphasis which accompanied these
words.
Nelly knelt in their midst and prayed
AS she uttered that simple and child-like
prayer, John fixed his eyes upon her face,
and muttered-
''And so he took great interest in you,
and would dress you gaily, would he?''
Then he said aloud, in kind of wild and
! wandering manner
''Now we've had our last supper and our
last prayer. 1t will soon be time for US to
go. Call me, love, in time for the cars"
He paused and raised his hand to his
| forehead.
''Don't cry, Annie; my mind wanders
little, that's all. want rest. I'll take
little sleep in the chair, and you and Nelly
and the children lay down in the bed. And
let me kiss the children, and do you all kiss
me''
The young mother lifted the little boy
and girl, and they pressed their kiss on the
lips of the dying man. Then the wife aud
sister, their tears mingling on his face, as
their lips were pressed by turns to his lips
and brow.
''Come, Nelly" whispered the wife, "we
will lay down, but we'll not sleep. He will
take little rest if he thinks we arc sleep
ing"
Present the sister and wife, with the
children near them, were resting on the
bed, with their hands silently joined. They,
conversed in low tones, while the children
fell gently asleep. But gradually their
conversation died away in inarticulate
whispers, and they also slept.
And the artist Did he sleep. By 10
m cans. Sitting erect in his arm chair, his
back toward the bed, and his eyes every
instant glittering brighter and brighter; he
listened to the low whispers Of his wife and
sister.
cat last they Sleep" be cried, as the
sound of their calm, regular breathing
struck his ear. ''They sleep-they sleep!
They sleep-Annie, Nelly, little John and
little Arria-they all Sleep
He burst into tears.
But his death stricken face was radiant
through his tears. Radiant with intense
joy.
John sat silently contemplating a small
image of white marble which he had taken
from one Of the drawers of the bureau. 1t
represented the Master of the Cross.
''Better 60 to God, and trust him, than
trust to the mercy of man, he muttcred
After much silent thought, he rose, and
from beneath the bureau, drew forth two
objects into the light-a sack and small
plaster furnace. He placed the furnace in
the centre of the floor, and half filled it with
lighted Goals from the CRATE. Then he
poured the contents of the sack upon the
burning coals-his hand trembling, and his
eyes, fiery as they were, suddenly dimmcd
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