The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1855-02-03
extended almost from the ceiling to the


floor.
"Have you any business with me, sir p
said Mr.. Carlton, in an impatient tone.
eyes, sir,' said William, producing the
pocket-book and handing it to him. 81
found this yesterday, and as it bears your
name, have brought it to you"
" All then you found my pocket book.
| am glad to see it again, which never ex-
pected to do"
He carefully examined it.
i" All right, he said "and am obliged to
you for returning it, for it contains valuable
papers, then carefully placed it in his
pocket.
William had no more 10 say. He arose
and with no further evidence of gratitude
or obligation. he was suffered to depart.
'' am sorry you did not give the poor
man something, father, said fair girl, as
she seated herself on an ottoman at his feet.
Did you notice how pale he looked, and
how he almost staggered as he arose to go
away"
did he? No did not notice it.
would have given him something, if had
thought Of it-but he is gone now"
But, father, you might send it to him.
You know him do you not? fear he is
very poor
Yes, had some dealings with him years
ago. Now | do remember that heard he
had lost his farm
How far did he come this cold morning
to bring you that pocket book o.
He lives at B; he must have
come fifteen or twenty miles. | ought to
have paid him we'll for it and will not
fail to do so yet
Here the dinner bell interrupted the con-
versation; and the father and daughter pro-
ceeded to the dining-room
While the rich man was enjoying his
pleasant repast, William Carter, with sink
ing heart and weary frame, turned his
steps towards home. He had not tasted
food since early dawn, and now full fifteen
miles lay before him. He felt disappointed
indignant, grieved at the cold and Indifferent
manner in which his services had been re-
ceived. Resolutely putting down, however,
the evil thoughts which all this occasioned,
he raised silent prayer for help and resig-
nation, and pressed on his way. was late
when he arrived, and he had scarcely strength
to cross the threshold, and throw himself
upon his bed His overtaxed system had
given way, and before morning he was ra-
wing in the delirum of violent fever
Then did his wife feel that the hand of the
Lord was heavy upon her; but her faith
failed not. As she watched day after day
by the sufferers couch, bathing his burning
brow and soothing his wild frenzy with her
loving voice, she was able to say" Though
he slay me. vet will trust in him." Oh.
blessed sustaining power of faith and hope
faith not in man, but in God-hope not for
earth, but for heaven Cling to thy faith
poor woman-make thy heart strong in con-
fdence for God will not forsake thee !-I
Even now he is preparing the reward. He
will not break the bruised reed nor crush the
humble heart.
Did the rich man sleep sweetly, as he lay
on downy pillow? Were there no re-
morseless thoughts when he remembered the
careless act of injustice of which he had
been guilty?
1t was the fifth day of William Carriers
sickness and the physician said that night
would be the crisis if he lived through itI
he might recover. He then had fallen into
a lethargic sleep. His pale wife sat holding
his hand, and gazing anxiously on his sunken
features and half shut eyes. The children,
with sad faces and noiseess steps, crept
around him. TheIe was rap at the door
1T was opened; gentleman entered. Mrs. |
Carter looked with surprise on the unexpect-
ed visitor. His dress and bearing, so differ
ent from her humble neighbors, at another