Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1858-11-16

MARKHAM, and, viswiessly lowering over
him, the long cherished dead smiled Bliss
fally M she saw in thai moment there had
entered into him q new soul, ,t,,e .a.rn
clasped the little one in my arms.
told her that her father was my only
brother, and chen waited humbly 10 see
But with child-ljke Joy she huggeL me
closer around the neck, and cried, "Oh,
am so gladt I am so gladl Poor papa
has been talking about you these four
days, and saying, But. oh, he must not
diei--I cannotdie till John comes homeP "
With a afessrend step, and bowling low.
/ came into the room OF my dying brother.
His pale face flushed and paied again rs
he saw me; and then, hiding it in the pill
How. he cried, Look not on mol God is
wreaking his wrath on the devil who wasted
your lifeP' yl t4.1
"Not so, my brother" answered SOL
emnly. II, from my soul forgive you
How much more shall He who pitieth his
children? For me, He hath this day
wiped out the past like tablet, and look
ing up to him as both of us condemned in
His SIGHT, let US join hearts, making no
difference. my brotheg." .-.....
held him on my breast through the
waxing and tile waning Of this strange
night--my first night OF liberty-my first
night with the new soul. And he sor-
rowed with the sorrowing that needeth no
repentance. With kiss that brought
back the days of our childhood, at dawn
his spirit departed from me. Then, beside
the little girl who had fallen asleep from
weariness, / laid him who slept the calmer
sleep--the sleep of calmness and peace
The day came for the reading OF the will
Relatives, friends, neighbors, were all col
lected in the pa.lor where my dead brother
used to sit, pining remorsefully through
the long evenings. with his motherless
child. Yet they all sat apart from the
returned convict, looking at me with an
evil eye. But bore it meekly, with little
Rose in her morning dress, nestled against
my breast, as if were the last thing she
had on earth to cling To-. .. .'t l.,.
The lawyer opened the will and began:
ain the name of God, Amen. l, George
Markham, banker, Of Hartford, being of
feeble body. but of sound and aisposing
mind and memory, do hereby constitute
my last will and testament: , .f TLF5
| 81 bequeath my soul to the infinite
mercy of God. il it be possible. l be-
queath my name to the oblivion of all true
men who shall know the truth. That
bequeath to my brother, John Markham,
not of bounty, but of unreasonable in
debtedness, in my comics sion that alone,
and unaided, am the author Of that dam
nable sin which brought the shadow Of a
} prison, the loss of all things ou his inno-
cent head. And, finally, give and be-
queath to John Markham al my estate,
both real and personal, to have and to hold
to him, his heirs and assigns forever. con-
fident that he will SO have mercy on my
} guilt as to be IN all things father to my
) child" -.a .. .., l,.
Then, like the friends Of Job, my nc.
} quaintances came back to me, beholding
how was prospered. Again stood al
upright man in the face Of earth as well
! as heaven, and none uttered an i'll whisper
of me. 1 81.
Now live alone with Rose, who had
filed the place of the daughter / might
have had but for the fifteen years. She
is my child, my companion. my comforter
my pupil. And never on earth will bring
any other love between us; for at night
when / look up into the eiars, hear &
low voice saying. II am waiting for John
Markham!" =