Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1857-10-23

iecay OF Elinor powers. MARY 0rant
had trembled long before the phantom
Of this very fear, but every nerve quiv-
cred when it took to itself voice and
stood unmasked before her. Elinor saw
it, and soothingly laid her hand-alas,
so very thin and white now--on the
one OF the old woman.
Yes, dear grandmother we may as
we'll meet il bravely. have known it
long time but, thank God, shall die
happy now. You win explain all this
mystery to Walters and he viii know l
am worthy of his loving, he viii be mins
in heaven"
There were a few moments of solemn
silence, and then Mary Grant murmured,
falteringly,
"Elnor, viii you, can you forgive your
grandfather ?"
" AS l hope God viii forgive me. His
punishment will be heavy enough at the
best His sinful pride will soon lay
second victim beside my poor mother, and
seeing this, he will repent in dust and
ashes. God forbid that word or look of
mine should add one pang to his self re-
proach."
While these words were trembling on
her lips. the door opened and the old
man came in, with his humble, heart
stricken face, and his bowed head. He
came up to her, and, for the first time in
all his life, Moses Grant knelt by wo-
mans side.
Elinor, child" he cried out beseech-
|ingly, lifting up his wiyhered, trembling
hands, " God has shown me my crime as
it is 4; can you, whom l have wronged,
forgive me 2"
Fully, freely, and love you also, as
your last child should"
He drew her close to him. He held
her in his arms as he had never done be-
fore, even in the days of her innocent
babyhood. He murmured blessings over
her-tender, caressing words such as no
one could have thought his stern lips
would ever utter-aud when he lifted up
tears which were not her own.
d" / will 90 now and write to Waiter"
he said, in more hopeful tones.
The young girl turned her face toward
the wall, TO hide the anguish which con-
} yulsed her slight frame when the beloved
name was uttered.
ct is of no use, now" she said, sad
ly; we do not know where he is, and
II we did, it is all too late"
"Oh, Elinor, you must not say that.
God viii not chasten me so heavily. 1t
r is not too late. It shall not be too late.
= You shall see him."
d CHATTER VI.
/ The letter which the elder wrote that
afteroon told Walter Fairfield the whole
" story-the fearful wrong-the penItence
e which would fain make feeble restitution
r. by confession. He laid bare in it his
d stricken, Lumbled heart.
W No one at Mayfeld knew Walter Fair
N fields present location. There was but
a one hope ofthe letters reaching him =
The elder directed if, on the outside, to
e, the care of the Principal Of the Theo
ID logical Seminary where the young mar
al had been fitted for the university. Then
b. he sent it forth with wild, anguisheC
prayers thai God woud speed h-that j
nd might find him-might be in time to saw
III the young life trembling in the balance.
/ That night, when Mary Grant told he
granddaughter that the letter had beel
by sent and in what wise il had been direct
ed, longing hope took possession Of Eli
nd nor that it would reach him, would brinI
e. him there before she died-that sh
e. might look once more INTO his loving eye
that bis voice, none but hi, migf
to murmur the last prayer over her grave
yht During the weeks that followed, thi
hope never left Lcr, and though uncor
it sciously to herself, it seemed to be lead
er. ing her feet backward little from th
ry- brink Of the dark river, over whose vi
lers she had thought 50 soon to jonrne
ert to the country Of everlasting life beyon'
he Her step grew little less weary an
the feeble. Sine lay less frequently, as day
bis passed on, upon the lounge, aad at oftn'
the 10 the arm chair by the window, wAei
his she could watch the road winding dow
,on the hill Il had been four weeks sint
in the receipt Of her father letter, and no
,on it was midsummer Tie little villa,
among the mountains va gay with bio
aid SONS and gerdure--yOcal with bird-soul
sweet with tie incense Of SUNNI
II flowers. How pleasantly the world loo
lge ed to EIin0f, sitting by the window q