Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1862-07-08

pow rs o. oeli-sacrlce ,nerc are Ia my ma
lure HE noble words had ttung ompha
'ls IN the sweet smiIe--iu the sloaltast
dauntless tones.
But We shall have to give up the house
Mary.
Wen, we can feel just as happy in a
smaller one. Our love has had broader
foundation than stately rooms and costly lur.
nIture. Wol take a cOzy little cottage some
where IN the country, and for three servants
get along with one
Hearing these words John Malcolm ,ooked
At his vile but he did no. say then what
was ~ his heart--a thanksgiving TO God for
the angel he mad sent to walk with him.
lie LOOK her hand and held it close in his,
while he old her OF temptation which had
0eset him before the failure OF his house be.
came ceitain--a tempta ton BY yielding TO
which ne could have saved hi mseIt from
failure. But 1t mast nave been by dishonest
means, by taking advantage OF others in his
pcwer-ln short, by fraud, which. though
mans laws never could reach Gods did.
with that eternal DO unto Others as ye
would they should Do unto you.
Oh thank COD thank God you were
delivered from TINS evil mad rather you
should 20 down TO Jour grave without dollar
than have committed TINS sin, said Mary
Malcolm aud toe tears were bright in her
blue eyes.
And aiterward there tell lttlc silence be-
twlxt those two, husband and vile. 1t was
broken BY the Iatter, She ooked up in the
man face. and her little fingers silted them.
selves through the dark hair that had no
shocks o gray, and her ook, bright, grateful,
loving touched and covered great deal.
What Is il, Mary Z
| was thinking John, how lnuch better of
to-day | ain than thousands OF wives through
out the laud. How many mere are who SIT
III their lonely homes, wearing the slow hours
away with hopes and fears Tor the husbands
whI have gone to the war aud whose dreams
at night are filed With visions OF battle fields
where the once beloved lace lies white and
ghaslIy on the sldden grass, with no hand to
offer the last cup OF cold water, no ear to
catch the last, low word All, John my ewes
have never searched, as so many eager eyes do,
Tor your name among The list Of dead or
wounded aad failed seems word to
thank God for, when think OF that.
She was crying now-she, the broken mer-
chants wite-crying or JOY.
Mary said John Malcolm, never
thought ol all this never once thanked God
Tor 1t, through this day that has been the
darkest aud brlghtes; OF my lie for out OF
thick clouds has Its NEST blessed night shiued.
And after while there talk went on all
the practlcs matters aud uses which 80 nearly
concerned them--lhe ietIeuching their OK.
penses, the selling the furniture at once, and
settling IN the cottage as Mary called il, al
ways speaking ne word with tone which
gave II sweet flavor Of homo
can get cIerkship aud We can contri,e
to live Oh a small salary until the war is over,
which God grant be not long and afterward
shall, doubtless, see my way clear into bnsl
pcss again. But, Mary, don't you Know how
tolAs ~ll pity you behind your back, and
say you've come down dreaiiuIly in the world
and that It's shame YOU ever threw yourself
away on such poor dog as | am.
They won know what they're saying,
then, aud cortauy shant care .or I'll
Her smile was Gear aud Orght nov, as sun.
SHINE thar has struggled with the cloud, ana
come cut OF II triumphant.
We'll, Mary, strong hear, makes stout
arm, aud | shall toll bon for You aud the
children, as a man does Tor those who are
dearer than lie to HIM
Dear John her hand hutlerrd down
on bis shoulder IN pretty, caressins way,
though her tones needed nothing more
came home, Mary, miserable, dis.
couraged brokeu.spirited man aud now
feel as brave, as strong, as cheerful, TOO, as
ever did in my Iite-aye, and richer for it
needed this day and this trlsl, TO show me
what the woman have married was worth,
and all she could be to me. y Mary, i'll
there re only more wive. IN the world like
you
Dear reader, have you ever stood, like this
woman, face to face wpn adyersity ? aud
have you TOO, learned iu what spirit to take
it - --Watcbman and Reflector.
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