The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1861-10-25

the light in the little window. I shall
think, sometimes, I hear the sound of
your footsteps, the click of the latch and
your pleasant voice. o, Henry, Henry.
il could but light you over the stormy
waters -
'Mother, God will do that said
Henry. pointing to the glowing heavons.
"God will light me through storm and
through calm; but, mother, I shall think
every night the lamp is in The window
1hat you sit near it-lhat somebody bless
es you for the guiding ray, and above all
that you are praying for me-"
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The long voyage was almost ended
but another voyage was to end before
that. The widow Locke was taken i'll.
Yet, with unfailing regularity, with fee
bic steps and tremulous hand, nightly,
the dear woman trimmed the little lamp,
and placed it in the window. Still, VIXEN
the bended form could no longer totter
about the cottage, when she lay hel lpless
upon her bed, and the neighbors came in
to care for her, she would say, ''Put the
little lamp in the window, for Henry will
think it is there
Night after night. and even until her
eYes grew dim, she would watch the ra.
dance of the Pickering light, only say
ing, sometimes, "shall live to hear his
footsteps =? VIII that feeble flame still
burn when my life's light has gone out ?''
"Pray with me-" she murmured, "that
l may see him before 1 die. Oh, for
this most precious boon !"
In vain all prayed. Slowly, more
) slowly the wheels went round, and the
pulses, like ebbing drops, fell fainter and
fewer, until one calm night in summer
the waters were scarcely stirred.
She lay quietly, smile on her lip:
her eyes closed, her hands folded.
81 have longed to see him." she said
'"I have prayed earnestly; but l have
given it all up now. I shall not meet
him in this world"
; "Have You put the light in the win
dow % she asked suddenly, earnestly, ,
few moments after. "ItS, is growing
dark"
Alas it was not the light that wa
growing dark. .
Her hands were cold, over her counte
nance came that mysterious shadow tha
falls but once on any mortal face.
ooh, my boy my boy! she whispered
-''tell him"--they bent lower to catct
the failing words-''tell bin l will put {
light in the window OF heaven to guide
his footsteps there
The thrilling sentence was hardly spo
ken, when the shadow dropped from th'
suffering face, and it smiled in the calm
majesty Of death.
A funeral followed; humble hearts at
tended the body of one who was love'
t for her sincere goodness, all through the
t hamlet; and on the hillside, in a littl
grave yard she was buried.
Not many days after, great shi]
came into the port Of busy city. Anon!
all those who stepped from her deck. non
were more hopeful, more joyous thai
young Harry Locke. He had passe'
> through the ordeal of sea life so far un
s;athed. No blight OF immortality hat
fallen upon him. He had kept himself a
spotless as if at every niyhtfall his foot
steps had been turned to the door of hi
;, mothers cottage. How his heart bound
ed as he thought of her. Strangel
enough he never dreamed she might b
dead. 1t did not occur to him, thai
perhaps her slvery locks were lying un
Il der the lid of coffin. Oh, no, he onl
thought of the pleasant light in the win
P dow, that her hands had trimmed fc
?. him.
Beautiful and bland was the day 0
which he again travelled the long accus
l omed road. How pleasant now. to 6
), home with plenty to provide for the con
~ fort of that dear mother She woul
never want again. He would take hi
b. TO better home and give her the lux1
at ries be had once longed to see in h
possession. That old arm chair,-sl
," should have new one, easy in motto
ut elegant in material The faded shaw
it that he had seen folded and re~folde
he year after year; and that old-fashior'
zee bonnet, with its one band of Grape; the
j. yes, everything should be replaced wi
ed new and better. The flowers on t
Of road all smiled as he looked toward thel
rs. and the very kline seemed to him turhi
ite their meek eyes at the sound of stral
footsteps, to know that his heart was gl
,ry with love and anticipation. Hope
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