Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1861-05-26
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THE RESTORED.
A THR1I.LENG REvaLUTIONAHT
STORY.


Cod il everywhere. His words are on a
hearts. He il on the battle field, and in on
quiet homes. Praise be to bis holy name.
Il was on the wilds Of Wissshickon on tn
day Of battle, as the MONDAY sun cant
through the thlckly clustered leaves, that tW'
men met in deadly conflict, near the reefs
which rose like the rocks OF some primeVa
world, At least a hundred feet above the darl
waters Of the Wissshiekon.
The man, with the dark, brown face, ant
darker gray eve, flashing with deadly light
and a muscular form elsd IN q blue frock OF th'
revolution is a continental named Warren
The other nan with long, black hair, droop-
ing along bis cadRverons face, is cladin . bail
military costume Of a tory refugee. This Is
the murderer OF Psoil, named DELANEY.
They met by accident, and now they night,
not with sword aud rife, but with long and
deadly hunting knives, they struggled, tWIning
and twisting on the green sWsrd
At last the tory is downtown on the turf,
with the knee Of the continental upon bis
breast; the appraised knife flashed In bis race.
"Quarterl / yield :" gssped the tory, as the
knee was pressed upon his breast, spare me-
IyisldP
my brother said the patriot, in a tone OF
deadly bate, nv brother cried for quarter on
the night Of Psoli, and even as be chung 70
your knees, you struck that kEife into nis
heart. o, will give you the quarter OF Pao-
lip Aud. as bis hand raised for the blow bis
teeth were eisnched With deadly bate; ne
paused for a moment, then p~inioned the tory's
arms, and wi b a rapid stride, dragged him 70
the verge Of the rock and held him quiverlng
over the abyss.
"Msrcyr ~ gasPed the tory, turning ashy
pale bv turns, as The aSfsl gulf yawned pc
low. Mercy / have a wife and ehiia al
home-spsre meiD
The continental, with bis muscular strength
gathered for the effort, shook the murderer
once more over the abyss, and Kissed bis bitter
snesr in bis face.
50 Nv brother bad a wife and two children.
The morning AFTER the night at Psoii, that wife
was a widow and those children orphans.
Would you not like 20 90 and beg your life OF
that widow and her orphans p
TIE proposition made by the continental IN
moekery and bitter bate, was taken IN serious
earnest bv the tsrror-stricken tory. He asked
to b. taken to the widow and Der children, and
to have The privilege OF begging bis life. After
a Moments serious thought, the patriotic SOL
der consented. Hs bound the tory's arms
still tighter, placed him on the rock again, and
led him 20 tie woods. A quiet cottage en-
bossed among trees, broke on their eyes. There
beside the heaTthstone, sat the widow and
children.
She sat there, a mstroDlF woman Of about
thirty YeGrb, with a face Swallowed BY care, a
deep, dark eve, and long, black hair hanging
In q disheveled state about her shoulders. On
enc side was a dark haired boy Of about six
wears, and on the other Bias a girl one year
Younger, with light blue eyes. The Bible-an
old and venerable Tolume-lay open upon the
mothers lap. And now the pale-fIced tory
flung himself upon bis knees, and confessed
be had batcbsred her husband on the night Of
Paol, and begged bis life at her hands.
"Spsrs me for the sake Of ny dear wife and
child
He had expected tins pitiful moan would
touch the widows heart, but not one relenting
CLEAN ~softened her face.
The lord shall Judge between u.s." she
said in a cold, icy tone, that froze the murder
sr's heart. "Look, the Bible is in my lap;
vii close the volume, aad this boy shall open
it, and place bis finger at random on lins,
and By that line you shall live or die"
This was strange proposal, made in good
faith Of a wild and dark superstition Of oldsn
times. For a moment, the tory, pale as ashes,
was wrapt in deep thought-tben in a faint
ing voice be signihsd his consent.
Raising her dark eyes 20 heaven, the mother
PRAYED 10 The great Father to direct the finger
Of her son. She closed the book-shs handed
It TO the bov whose cheeks redeemed with
loatniug ss be ga4ed upon bis fathers muir
derer He took the Bible, opened its pages at
random, and placed bis finger on a verse.
There was a silence. The continental sol
der, who had sworn to avenge his brothers
death, stood with dilsting eyes and parted lips.
TIE culprit kneeling upon the floor, With bis
face like discolored clay, felt bis heart leap to
bis throat. Then in a clear, bold voice, the
widow read this line from the Old Testament.
i was sh Drt yet terrible
0That man shall die -
Looki the brother springs forward to plunge
a knife into the murderer's heart, but the tory,
pinioned as be is. clings to the widows knees.
He begs that one more trial may be made by
the little girl, thar child Of I've years old with
the golden hair and laughing eyes.
The widow consents. There is an awful
pause With a smile in her eye, without
knowing what she was doing, the little girl
opens the Bible, as it lay on her mothers
knee; she turned her face away and placed her
finger upon a line.
The awful silence grows deeper. The deep
drawn breath Of be brother, and broken gasp
Of the murderer, alone disturb the 9 illness; the
widow and The dark-haired boy were breath
less. The little girl, as she caught the feeling
Of awe from thoss about her, stood breathless,
her face turned aside, and Der tiny finger rest
ing on the line Of life or death.
At length gathering cosrsge, the widow bent
her eye upon the page and read. Il was a
linz from the New Testament.
Glove YOUR enemies 2"
On, book Of terrible majesty and cbild-liks
love-of subiimiy hat crushed TIE heart with
rapture, you never shone more strongly than in
the lonely cot OF the Wissahickon when you
saved thai murderer's life.
Nov LOOK hos wonderful are the ways OF
heaven. Tbatvary night as the widow sat by
her freside sat there with a crushed heart and
bot eyslids, thinking Of her husband who now
lay Wondering on the dIsnched soil Of Paoli-
sbers was a tap at he door. She opened It,
and that husband living, though covered with
wounds, was in Der arms.
h bad fallen al Psoli-but not in death, he
was alive, and his wife lay lpon bis bosom
That night there was a prayer ID the wood
embowere8 cottage of Wissshickon.