Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1858-01-20
CHAPTER ".


CHAPTER w.
1t WAS not long before they found the
spot indicated in thenote. A narrow lane,
lined with miserable huts, broke in upon
their view, and caused sigh Of pity to
emanate from the bosom of the kind-hear-
ted old gentleman. They reached the
house, and after scrambling up frail stair,
they heard the sound Of voice proceeding
from room, the door Of which stood part
" open. At once Mr.. Rogers recognized
it as Edwards and motioning to his neph
ew to keep silent, he cautiously entered
But what a scene presented itself-how diff :
ferent from what they anticipated. 1t was
indeed the>abode Of poverty. A few bro
ken chairs were altered here and there,
child asleep in cradle while an old wo-
man was striving to excite the Goals into
flame, by which pot Of broth might be
boiled. At the bedside of one, whose days
on earth were numbered, sat Edward Lucy,
reading aloud passages Of consolation from
Holy Writ. The entrance of the visitors
were unnoticed by him. as he spoke the
words of the "Book of Life" TIE face Of
Henry bore mingled look Of disappoint-
ment and rage, and making motion to
withdraw, he was seized by his uncle, who
led him forth to the couch of the invalid
young woman in the last stage Of con-
sumption. On hearing tl.em approach tbs
poor girl fixed her eyes on Henry, sprang
half out of bed, and cried out
'Henry, Henry, have you come at last
They told me that you had left me, but
believed them not. | knew you would
come. But, oh, my God it is too late
| am dying fast
Wonderful indeed was the change in the
appearance of Henry Bee, but summonia,g
up all his hardihood he cried out
"Woman, | know you mott never saw
you-you are mistaken"
4 Liar" responded q loud, stern voice !;
Arand-e-s = q tzssge2s stooa be-
fore him. liar, / say Iii Look at
your murderous story. Sarah Grey, two
years ago, was the happy child of poor pa
, rents. Womanhood found her stranger
to the world, and unstained with vice. 1t
was then that Henry Bee saw her, conceiv-
! ed a guilty passion, and every hellish art
to ruin her. Deceived by a false mar
riage, he left her, with a promise to return,
, It need not be told that the villain never
+ redeemed his promise, but she believed
] him, and fondly awaited his return. That
:: child was born, and she-forced to flee from
her stern fathers wrath-came here to con-
: suit me, an old relative Of the family-and
: you know the rest"
5 During the recital, the dying girl would
; give way to hysterical sobs, and claspine
f her pale hands, would cry
i "Cruel, cruel-and loved him so. Bu
! | am dying. Harry, | forgive you-may
# God also"
!. Suddenly her eyes were rivited on some
thing. Her hands dropped by her side
a and uttering moan, she fell back Th
Angel Of Death had done lis work Witt
| one accord, the stranger and Mr.. Roger
rushed to the bedside but assistance wa
not needed. Vitality had fed AtIengt1
et Mr.. Rogers turned to Edward, who had nc
" yet spoken, and as he held out his hanc
said in voice husky with emotion.
d. "Aiy friend, I have deeply wronged 70
this night, in suspecting your integrity.
u. was too hasty-but now | have learne
u. that God sooner or later brings the deco
id of darkness to light Forgive me"
lis Il have nothing to forgive-we are bl
nr mortals. But where is your nephew ~
Henry was gone.
y "Well, no matter; may this be to hil
lesson. | was about to upbraid him fc
re his yillainy but the chamber Of death
ut no place for angry feelings. You, Edwar
will forgive an old mans weakness, for b.
d. ieving report against you. It new r
ali mains for me to make PREPARATION, and
shall be DONE"
Is. The reparation was made, and most a
ceptable to Edward The hand of Mar
rv together with her heart, was given him.
,e- They were married, and the sKy of the f
or ture was undimmed by cloud. Frien
in thronged in their path and as the wido
7as Lucy would gaze upon the happy, smilil
N. faces of her sons household, She wouI
50 from the deepest recesses of her hea
re thank God who had so bountifully answe
,sk er mothers prayers and in the hearts
all did shestrive toplant the seeds of fait
ed which always bore golden fruits of hap
or ness and contentment. Thus were they
ans the enjoyment of bliss; for God has SO
Ed dered it, that vice may for season Sc,
ION to prevail, but sooner or later, virtue m
)ne and viii be triumphant.
mi 80 --
ms A SHORT SERMON AND A Coon One.
The Rev. DR.. B., of Philadelphia.
cid noted for brief, sententious savings in
ted pulpit aud out of it. As he was com
uri- down Chestnut street the other day. o
$50 tleman asked him, sSir, can YOU tell
/ of how to find the sheriff.s Office p Y
SIR was the reply, every time YOU {
all fye dollars spend ten I Saving this
mo Doctor walked on, leaving his ouest;o
cam gaping upon the sidewalk. He was a str
,un- ger who had come to town on business.
oled asked for information bnt the more
pondercd the moro he was convinced
She his unknown informant had answered
wisely. York Observer.