Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1858-11-18

~ on0 0oW JnoS IN tnot mOmeut to0ro 00o
entered into him . new soul. '-
I elssped the little one In ny arms. ]
told her that her father was my only broth.
er, and then Vaitsd humbly 10 zee her re-
coil from the loathsome convict. But
with childlike joy she hugged me closer
around the neck, and cried, "Oh I am 90
glad I am 90 gladl Poor papa has been
talking about yeu these four days, and
saying-but oh, he must not die III can
not die till John comes home.'"
With . reverent step, and bowing low,
I ssne into The room u my dying broth
or. His pale face flushed and paled again
- he saw me, and then hiding it in the
pillow be cried, Look not on mel God
is wrsaking his wrath on the devil who
wasted your life"
"Not 20, my brother" I answered, sol-
emnly II from ny soul forgive you.-
How much more shall he who pitieth his
childreu1 For me, He hath this day
wiped oot the past ike tablet and look.
ing up to Him q bo:h Of us condemned
in His sight, let 10 Join hearts, making no
difference. Ny brotherw
Iheld him on my breast through the
waxing and the waning Of that strange
niRht-my 6rst night Of liberty-my fret
night With the new soul. And he sorrow.
ed with the borrowing that needeth no re-
pentance. With . kiss which brought
hack the days Of our childhood, at dawn
his spirit departed from me. Then. beside
the little girl who had fallen asleep from
~eariness, I 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 oil
collected in the parlor, where my dead
brother used to sit, pining remorsefully
through the long evenings with his moth
erless child. Yet they all sat apart from
the returned convict, looking At me with
an evil eye. But l bore it meekly, with
little Rose, in her mourning dress, nestled
against my breast, as if I were the last
thing she had on earth to cling to.
The lawyer opened the viii and began
In the name Of God. Amen. I, George
Markham, banker Of Hartford, being Of
feeble body, but of sound and disposing
misd and memory. do hereby constitute
this my last will and testament
II bequeath my soul to the in6nite
mercy Of God, If it be possible. ! bequeath
my name TO the oblivion Of oil true men
who shall know the truth. That l be-
queath to my brother, John Markham,
not Of Bounty, bat of unreasonable indebt
edness, in my confession that alone, and
unaided, am the author Of that damnable
sin which brought the shadow Of a prison,
the loss Of all things on his innocent head
And finally, ! give and devise to John
Markham all my estate, both real and
personal, to have and 10 hold, to him, his
heirs and assigns, forever, confident that
he will so far have mercy on my guilt rs
to be in oil things . father to my only
child"
Then, like the friends Of Job, my &C.
quain,snce came back to me, beholdng
how was prospered. Again stood an
upright man in the face Of earth as well
as heaven, and none uttered IA i'll whisper
Of me. #..a 4
Now live alone With Rose, who has
filed the place Of the daughter nigh,
have had bu. for the fifteen years She i.
my child, my companion, my comforter
my pupil. And never on earth will
bring any other love between US, for a,
night, when ] look up into the stars, ! hea,
low voice saying,
~ am waiting for John Markham!"