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Helon Latimer

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before us now, in the varied phases of hope,
happiness, and grief. The one noblo aud
manly, aspiring and hopeful. his soul seek
ing TO cast off the fettcrs of passion and
sense, caught through the vistas of iynor-
ancc and wrong, gimpscs of the truth that
should eventually enlighten the world The
other n girl, Of seventeen, came from bcvond
tho far blue hills towards the setting sun,
heart laden with love for the beautiful and
sublime; nor was this wealth of love lavish
cd upon few creations Of the great Artist,
but gushing forth, full and free, till in its
onward flow 1t embraced all that the God
head had pronounced "good I"
80, Helen, you can never love me :" said
the youth, rising to depart; "thcn let our
pathways separate, and as we go forth amid
the scenes OF life, let US labor for tho RIGHT,
believing that our trials arc necessary to
the Inheritance Of the kingdom and the
crown: May you be happy, Helen. Fare
Thus they parted Helen knclt and be.
sought the Father who had SO tcndcrly
guarded her, to guide and watch over the
interests Of her friend, and direct her own
footsteps in the path Of duty.
Edward l-aiimer returned 10 his room;
darkness and gloom cns!,rou,lcL his hopes,
banslcd was the liz ht that glded his bri yht-
est Visions: but in that hour he made re-
solves, which gave the form and pressure"
to hi, nolcst deeds.
Orphaned and alone. God pity such /.
Returning from the graves vf buried love,
darker, lonecr seems the way before us,
weak and fail the bonds that united us
here and as Helen looked about the va
cant rooms, as her eyes fell upon "tlc old
arm chair" beside the stand whcreon Iay
the well-worn family Bible as she eaz,l in
to the future, shadows deepcned into the
darkness, even as they had done unon the
fair bosom of the lake in her school DAYS
In these hours OF Loneliness, came there not
rcmembrances Of one whose youth dreams
had faded at her bcGucst? nor wish for
the guidance OF that spirit which had met
her own IN earlier days? 1T might have
been Was it strange, then, that amid the
lowering clouds, llcIvn's chief desire WAS,
for an early entrance into that world With
er the loved had gone.
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Weeks have passed by. In an eastern
city, surrounded by elegance and wealth,
we find the gentle Helen. y maternal
uncle, who at the home treasury had feast
ed while others starved, one who rarely
yielded to the call Of others, had welcomed
her to his home. lie remembered arain
tho golden-harcd sister of his boyLood
days, seeing the child Of that sister a home.
less orphan, and his strongest sympatbics
were moved. So the door Of his heart turn.
cd once more on its rusty hinges IA door
which many had sought to enter in. but had
not been able And now the recipient of
affections choicest care with every want
supplied, how can she be otherwise than
happy. Aye, SO she is; yet in the past
there Is path-spirit-palh, leading beside
ncw-nhade graves, and anon into pleasant
fields, which memory often trcatls.
Helen, not to be entirely dependent on
the kindness of others, resolved 70 aid her
self. Upon inquiry, it seemed advisable at
present to teach Il class in drawing. TAX.
ing the names Of her pupils the first day of
the term, she came to a bright eyed little
girl, the smallest Of the group, who gave
her name
"IIclcn !. I.a,imcr."
'What is the l.. for, my dcar!" said the
teacher.
"Lowbcr," replied the little namcsake.
"And WHO gave you that name"
My father, because lie liked it so we'll"
| And had she not met the gaze of those
dark, speaking eyes in days that were past
Did not that cord, SO long silent. yitratc
with youthful life at the mention Of name
for years unheard?
Day: weeks, and months passed 10y, en-
r'ched by social pleasures, and improved
amid the wondrous beauties Of art and ma
ture; and now, the drawing-term has near
ly closed pupils meet for the last lesson.
why will not Miss Lowber continue 10
give instruction Her class shall be en-
larged; her remuneration increased 2" Moth
ing changes her purpose, so the connection of
teacher and pupil ceases.
Another springtime gladtens the earth
and the home of Edward is the home Of
Ellen. How have the passing years dealt
with him, the hero Of our humble tale .
All his Is the experience Of US all he had
:ound I'e as 1t ever is, interspcrsed with its
Joys and sorrows, its rough places and
smooth. By dint of perseverance and in
: dustry, nc had risen high in his profession.
: and even now had gathered laurcls wLicI,
. older heads might have proudly worn. AZ
ter finishing lis studies, he married one
whose gentle ways and confJing love had
won his heart. And, though lie loved his
home with lis miIdly-beaming light, and
! wept with heart broken grief when that light
f went out, yet there were sympathics in his
: nature that had never been mct-a love his
soul which had no recipient still he looked
lovingly back upon the past, fraught with
cherished memories of the departed, feeling
] that as the charms Of earth were fading,
those Of heaven grew strong; yet, for his
ch'!d and his fcllow-mcn, he would still live
and labor.
, Slowly the darkness wore away, but in
the light which beamed through tLe nar,eJ
clouds, he trod life's paths with firmer step
f and nobler purpose Then came the resur.
rect'on OF hope buried beneath the weiolt
> OF years; then came the joys so long defer.
RED, a tree OF Life accordin 6 to the promise,
bearing eartl's choicest fruits.
"Father" said Helon, ono day, LOOKING
up from a wreath of flowers she was t,v;no