Saint Paul weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1858-1859, 1859-03-12

money into her hand. Oh, deserved all my
sufferings richly, l too well know r
As Veronica heard these words, cry of
dismay burst from her lips. It seemed as if
the rettributive justice of God had fallen upon
this unhappy man before her very eyes. 1t
was to her solemn and overpowering emo
ton, and the young singer covered her face
with her hands, and burst into tears" -
The old schoolmaster, deeply moved, turn
ed towards Veronica. -; ...r l.... ......
Kunkel," said the 1schoolmaster, in a
tone of deep solemnity, "here is the very
band which twelve years ago. you were SO cru
el as to burn this hand is now held out to
you in token of forgiveness; and see no
trace remains of the wound you then intiict-
ed and no unkind thought harbors in the
bosom of her who has now come to minister
to your wants" ... -. y. +.
Kunkel raised his head and looked at Yer
onica. g No nor he replied, signing heav-
lily )" 1t is impossible tAat fine lady can
not be the same as the poor child whom l so
cruelty injured twelve years ago. You are
making mock of me, NJ. Rossel."
:" Believe me, Kunkel, what | have told
you is true. Through Gods goodness that
burning penny has turned to mine Of gold
in the hand of Veronica Madel !; and here" I"
added he, laying a pile of crowns upon the
table-"here is a share of her gains, which
she has brought to you."
Kunkel, with air Of bewilderment, gazed
alternately at Veronica, as his wife who stood
weeping by his side, and at the money which
lay upon the table. I wish could believe
what you tell me-" he exclaimed but it
seems to me impossible. Do you remember,
lady, the song that was sung beneath my
window that Christmas Eve ? That song,
and the cry of anguish which followed it, and
still ring in my ears. If you can repeat it to
me, now, shall believe that what M. Rossel
tells me is really the truth" -.-
Veronica, with voice of emotion, sang
the well known miners song and, as she
sang, the little infants cry was hushed, the
broken hearted mother listened in admiring
silence, and the sick man folding his hands
across his breast, and raisinghi eyes to heav-
en-, exclaimed "God be merciful to me, a sim
ner ~
Veronica seated herself by his side, spoke
to him of pardon and of peace, until at length,
a ray of hope beamed from the sufferers eye.
He stretched his wearied limbs, as though
seeking that repose which had long been de-
MED to him, and then, with gentle sigh, he
fell asleep.
The schoolmaster, familiar by long expert
ence with scenes of suffering and of death,
quickly perceived that that vital spark
had fled. He laid his hand upon the marble
brow of the departed; and, repeating the bur
dow 1t was just such a cry under the Win
den of the miners song, he said, turning to
weeping widow"
"Cheer up, brave hearts, cheerup"
"I trust, my poor friend, that your hus.
band is at rest after his long struggle; and
you and your children shall not be forsaken.
Put your trust in the God of the fatherless
and the widow and tomorrow | will
come again, and see what can be done for
you"
Veronica Madel and her old instructor now
Quilted the house of sorrow and it was with
very full hearts that they repaired to the hos
pitable banquet which had been prepared for
stt,em by their feilow-citizens.