The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1857-04-09

40 not look very kindly upon me but some
thing must be done or she will die before
morning. She carried her sister to the bed.
which was in the corner, covered her with
the only blanket for moment she stood
looking at the invalid and knelt in PRAYER.
"Oh, father" she murmured, spare her
to me, she is all have, the only one that
loves me in this wide. unfiiendly world !;
spare her, and l will no more murmur at
my lot; oh, If it be thy will that she 90
hence, / submit and the cup thou preparest
enable me to drink"
She went to the door of an old woman,
who lived on the same floor with herself.
and besought her to come and stay with her
sister, who she feared was seriously i'll. while
she wen, for n physician. The woman rails.
ed herself from her chair. and replied
"1t is late in the night, and | cannot be
broken of my rest"
4" But she is dying, she will die before
morning comes;" and she reached out her
hands, imploringly.
The woman at length arose and slowly
followed her conductor, who run wildly on
before. She gave one glance at the sick
child, and shook her head ominously.
Mary rushed into the street, she needed
not the wild raging of the tempest, or the
drifts of snow which impeded her progress
she stopped not until she had reached the
physician who had attended her mother in
her last illness. She reaches out her hand,
graspes the bell handle, and drops powerless
on the large stone steps.
DR.. L. has just returned from n
visit to one Of his patients, and there is a
shade Of annoyance for an instant upon his
brow but it's quickly vanished. for he is a
kind, humane physician, and has, long since,
learned to practice self denial. lie opens
the street door himself, but starts back for n
moment as he sees the girl stretched mo-
tionless on the pavement. He raises the
senseless creature in his arms and carries her
into the sitting room, after few moments
she gazes wildly around at the attendant
and physician, and then suddenly remem-
bers the object for which she had braved the
iaging storm.
Come to my sister-she is i'll, very i'll.
but perhaps you can sme her-do not delay
i am well, now-come, and heaven will
forever bless you."
To procure warm shawl and have his
horse IN readiness, was the work of n mo-
ment and DR.. L----. and his Young
charge, were soon on their way to C
street.
He assembled the rickety stairs behind
Mary Prentiss, and glanced at the couch
where little Carrie was tossing wildly in her
fever, sometimes moaning pitifnlly, and then
again, wild, bright fancics would fit across
her brain. She reached as her sister went
to her bedside, and said,
Mamma has been here, Mary. she want.
eel me to go with her to beautiful home
to heaven-you know could not 90 when
you were gone, but she will come again and
we will both 60 then; will we not, sister
MaryT
Mary Prentiss looked anxiously in the
physicians face, with fearful eyes, while he
took the little hand in his own and counted
the throbbing pulse.
is there hope" she family strove to in
quire; but the sound died away on her lips.
The doctor seated himself aud took her
hand within his own.
"There is one who doeth all things well :;
your sister is in his hands cannot give
you hope, for fear there is not much but
can you not bow in resignation to Fathers
will Z"
For a moment there was a look Of unut
terable anguish on the orphans countenance,
and then the priceless tear Of resignation fell
down her cheeks, and from the parted lips a
prayer, in noble strain, broke upon the
midnight stiffness.
1t is morning; the sunshine streams
through the attic windows, and there was an
All.seeing eye bent Gown on the youthful
mourner. The child is very still and white :;
no smile parts its lips, no wailng cry, caused
by pain, breaks forth to sadden sisters
heart. Her infant soul has winged its flight
to nobier, purer world, where sin and sor.
row and want never come, where she shad-
ows Of poverty and unkindness never enter,
and where desolation may never gather
around the weary pilgrim. Could thou
wish to call an angel back A Heavenly
Father has taken her home, and there is
new gem in the Saviour's crown.
The Drunkard's Death.
What a spectacle is this What lesson