Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1860-01-05

Veronica's thoughts REQUIRED to the SUI:
fering she had experienced when -feF
hand was burned, aud her pity for the
poor man redoubled.
Well, Kunkel." replied the school
master, can only repeat what | said
before. This is all Pigment Of your
own Imagination. How In the world
could a piece of burning money fnd its
way into the center of your throat?'
"Oh, l know it l know it well II ex-
claimed the sick man. 1t was last
Christmas eve that | felt, for the first
time, that burning spot"
=" You felt it on that evening because
the liberation Of your throat had become
more accute and widely spread"
oh, no lno there was another reason
than that T. groaned the unhappy man.
" 1t was ON a Christmas Eve, twelve
years ago-stop do you hear that cry
under the window? 1t was just such a
cry as that the poor child gave when
rewarded her Christmas carol by drop
ping piece of burning money into her
hand. Oh, deserve all my sutferings
richly, l too we'll knowW
AS Veronica heard these words, cry
OF dismay burst from her lips. 1t seemed
as If the retrlbutive justice of God had
fallen upon this unhappy man, before her
very eyes. 1t was TO her a solemn aud
over. poweriug emotion and the young
singer covered her lace with her hands,
and burst into tears.
The old schoolmaster, deeply moved,
turned towards Veronica.
kunkel," said the schoolmaster, in q
tone Of deep solemnity, i" hers is the very
hand which, twelve years ago. you were
so cruel 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 inflicted and no unkiud
thought harborS in the bosom of her who
has now come to minister to your wants"
kunkel raised his head. aud looked at
Veronica. No no!' he replied, sigh.
ing heavily it is impossible. That Enc
lady cannot be the sane as the poor
child whom | so cruelty injured twelve
years ago. You are making a mock Of
me NJ. Rossel.'
Believe me Kunkel. what have told
you is true. Through Gods gdodneJs
that burning penny has turned to mine
of gold in the hands of Veronica Made,
aud here,' added he, laying a pile of
crowns upon the table. here is share
Of her gains, which she has brought to
you +"
kunkelj with an air of bewilderment.
gazed alternately at Veronica, at his
wife, who stood weeping by his side. and
at the money which lay upon the table.
" l 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, still ring
III my ears. If yon can repeat it to now.
| shall believe that what NJ. Rossel tells
me is indeed the truth.
Veronica with voice tremulous from
emotion sang the wellknown miners
song, and, as she sung, the little infants
cry was hushed the broken. hearted
mother listened in admirable silence and
the sick man folding his hands across hi4
breast, and raising his eyes to heaven.
exclaimed . God be mercifuI to ME. d
sinner !"
Veronica seated herself BY his side,
spoke to him Of pardon and of peace un.
til at length ray of hope beamed from
the sufferers eye. He stretched his
weary limbs, as though seeking that re-
pose which had long been denied to him !:
and then with gentle sigh, he fell
asleep.
The schoolmaster, familiar BY long ex,
perlence, with scenes of suferiugs and Of
death, quickly perceived that the vital
spark had He'd. He laid his hand upon
the marble brow of the departed, and re.
peatlng the burden of the miners song,
ne SAID, turning towards the weeping
widow
"Cheer up, brave hearts, cheer up"
trust. nay poor friend, that your
husband is at rest, after his long strua.
gle and you and your children shall
not be forsaken. Put your trust in the
God of the fatherless aad the widow AMI
on tomorrow l shall 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 re-
paired to the hcSpitable banquet which
had been prepared for them by their fell
low citizens.
LONGEVITY OF THE GRAPE FINE.-