Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1860-03-28

Horace had lost his life in trying to save,
were swept down by the current. Horace
was seen no more. Many had followed down
the stream, thinking, perhaps the body might
be found, bat as yet were unsucces sful- A
deputaiion Of young men had called for Hen
ry. and they were now on their way to seek
the beloved dead.
..And now, my child" he said, Ego to
Ruth, but keep the painful tidings from her
as long as you can NV poor child your own
beart is breaking. but sympathy for another.
will make your own grief less hard to bear"
kissing me tenderly he sent me back to my
Own room.
The light was cleaning family from the
east, and in It's soft glow could see the flush
ed face of the speaker. The fooseneo hair
lay in wavy masses around the fair temples;
and very flexible delicate feature. indicated =
sweet painless rest. Without, was the sullen
roar of remorseIess waters, filing my ears
with wild reguiems for the loved and lost. |
nestled close to my cousins side, AID clasped
my arms tightly around her, gathered strength
from her peaceful ldgconsei5usneSs Oh. the
intensity of that silent suffering. the crushing
back of the strong sob that panied my throat
TO suffocation.
The morning sun broke radiantly thro' the
folds OF the close curtain when Ruth, clasp
ing my hands closely In hers, exclaimed:-
Dear Annie, how cold you are.''
Then suddenly raising her head she looked
into my face with an expression of tender
sympathy. Nothing! my palenes, she con-
tinued. Oh Annie you are very i'll, Let
me call pa Instantly
Bu1 as she Was in the act of rising I mas
tered my emotion, and bade her dress herself
quickly, as had something important to tell
her
Half bewiidered, she passively allowed me
to assist her; and then L held her head closely
to my breast. and asked her, If Heaven had
demanded of her a sacrifice of that which she
valued most on earth. what would 1t bel"
With an indescribable terror in her face
she only elung to me the closer, and l told
her, as composedly as | could, ofthc dreadful
catastrophe.
For a little while she sat gazing distracted
ly on my face; then realizing the pUrport of
my words, in a sudden rovulsion of feeling
she sprang to her feet exclaiming:-
''Oh, Horace, Horace, let me die, too. l
cannot-I will not live without you. Oh,
Horace, my cousin. come back and speak to
me. just oucs more and let me clasp the hand
which | 50 scornfaily repGlset,-ihat warm
almost sterHly IfeaBno7 b1.-iisraeezsead.
No, no; will not believe it,
Thus at Intervals. she meaned aud Ia sted
incredulously, looking with eage-, ques-
tioRing look into the faces of each enc who
entered our rooms with words OF sympathy
and consolation
Then, as the day wore on, there was the
sound of wheels without, and then followed
the hurried retreat OF shuffiug feet in the hall
below / knew too well the import Of that
sound. Ruth raised her blooiless face from
the pillow, against which she had been nest
ling For two hours. she had spoken no word
She moved hurridly towards the door, but
kind. frm hard restrainsd her
mot yet, my child, - said the soft voice of
aunt Esther. Bear up yet little while,
and you shall 90 to him.
Another long blank period passed, and
then. when all was still, | took the hand of
Ruth, and we descended the stairs. and pass
ed through the hail, where groups of anxious
faces were silently waiting for look at.the
beloved dead.
We entered the room SO dark and chill,
and together we two, whom he had loved best
in life stood, pale. fearless. beside him dead
dead. The noble features wore no trace of
the death struggle 4 benign peace rested
upon her brow aud lip. The knife was still
clasped in the right hand. with grasp no
power could unloose.
Ruth lifted the wet hair from the temples,
until the holy repose of the dead face passed
into her own stricken soul. left her there
alone with him to whom. In life, her heart
had been knit with Grmness that not even
death could sever. [ FASTENED back to my
room. and the wild passion of woe that had
been garnered up in my soul, found relief IN
blessed tears
OGr dead was borne out of sight, and in the
agony Of her grief Ruth told me how she had
seen as she thought, the face Of Horace look
ing out at her from the e3dvipg waves His
body had been found some miles below. on
the day following.
Time caue to both, with healing in lis
wings. but the brightness had passed from
Ru;h's life forever. And now, as she passes
on her holy mission through the needless
throng, many are the faces that look into hers
for sympathy. unconscious of the death-thro
that sanetifed her heart, and made her one of
those "wbo profess godliness aud aio-n them
selves with good works. Home Journal.
4 Substitute for PreserUes A lady wri-
ter in an exchange, communicates the follow
ing bit of information obtained where she
took tea last A dish OF what took for pre-
serves was passed to me, which. upon tasting,
was surprised to learn contained no fruit.
The ease with which it was prepared, aud the
trifing cost of Its materials are not its chief
for unless my tasting ap-
paratus deceived me. as it Is not usually wont
to DO. is enphatically tip top substitute for
apple sauce, apple butter tomatOe preserves
aud all sort of thing. It's preparation is as
follows: Moderately boil a pint of molasses
from FIVE to twenty minutes, according to Its
consistency, then add three eggs thoroughly
beaten, hastily stirring them in, and conIin-