Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1862-02-19

books, papers, busts, and other evidence.
OF literary taste and culture. A bureau
a settee. and a fe1 chairs, completed the
fur iture OF the room, save magnificen
Portrait-strangely out of place i'll that j
sttic-with its heavy gilt and el,borAteIy
carved frame By the BEDSIDE. with ont
wan hand Of the sick woman IN his, and
the other gently parting the hair from her
white brow, knelt Paul Devareux
Paul, my son, said the woman, slowly
and family, I" | am dying"
., say not So my mother" cried the
young man, a tremor Of deep anguish in
his voice" God may spare you for yet
many years to me
No, Paul, 1t cannot be The measure
of my days is full already my pulse beats
low and dull; and it Sc ,ms to me 1 must
shut my eyes to peer way over the dark
waters down which my soul viii shortly
glide Already there are whispering
sounds and rustilng wings in the viewlcss
ar. We have struggled hard with the
world we have suffered much we have
/ been sorely tempted and tried and vet
through all, Paul, God has been very good
/ to us
! Very kind, mother Once | WIS
young, now | am Old, vet never have
seen the righteous forsakcn or their seed
begging bread
80, Paul, it makes my heart beat quick
er to hear you say that; | thought vo3
might think differently, for YOU are not Ill
the sphere OF usefulness which shou d BE-.
| yours SO justly and so truly But all j.
for the best. Come closer to me, Paul
| have always been proud of YOU | am
proud Of you now. o, how my ewes dila
! ted, hoy. my breath came and went how
my heart filled with calm, holy, loving
emotions when You first ascended the pull
PIT, minister ordained of God There
was grand. spiritual look in your coun-
tenance; light that seemed to illuminate
the DIM recess Of the pulpit around you
. light that did not come from your eyes
| either; tor they were calm, selfpossess d, ,
| melancholy. 1t was the light of inspira-
tlon 1t was inspiration that directed the
! current of your thoug ghts-that breathed
self IN words of touching eloquence-in
sentences that seemed to assume emhodi
ment upon the very air. A deer stiffness
| n@ered upon the audience The sm e
| / frivolity died upon the lips the learned
hearkened with wonder at the earnest pa
| Thos of your words. and the unletterej
found them of that eloque"ce which tn
most ignorant can understand eo-
/ quen lie of truth. The aged bent their
eadS to listen, and the glow of intercs
d dhepened upon the cheeks of the voun,
| Ewes flashed with delight, with earnest
ness of purpose, with fxedness of resolve,
With qualification and understanding -
Wine, Paul, spoke pride-uride of vou-
| Nay do not chde me or smile so mean
ingiy. | mean what | say; it is in nv
| heart, and it must come out And since
| then you have been earnestly, zealouslv
engaged IN the path of your dutv-bles
of God IT not of men. Without show or
ostentatior, without pride or vain glory
| You have been continually exercising "A
| lasting influence of earnest thoughts. Of
cheering words, of good deeds. Paul For
! this ! bless you now, as God and man will
vet bless you. And you have been so kind
| Co me, Paul. You are kneeling by nv
side tonight; you have prayed for me so
| strongly. so fervently. that it seemed TO
me golden ladder vas lowered into the
room upon which you an | could have
| gone up to Heaven. But Paul, as | am
growing weak | have something to tell
| you. Perhaps 1t may not matter now
| Well, as YOU seem satisfied, | viii tell YOU
| How far can you think back, Paul? Can
you remember no time when your ewes
beheld much more of beauty within youl
nome than now?'
Our home has ALWAYS been beautilu
o me, my mother, because You wer
ourseIf, its guiding gloriiyng star Iii
| strong faith within your heart was IN,
| spiritual food, ami the unerring counse =
| OF YOUR love better than raiment But a.
! .Ou say, | have dim recollections of =;
| more luxuriant home. 1t often come;
| lpon ne like half-forgotten dream. i
can shade my brow with my hands, ana
it CLEANS up away down in my child mem
| orv. 1t sometimes is like the faint elim-
mer of star, but oftentr Ii le tie elowinr
o. the twilight. | have recolections Of a
stately mansion, Of gorgeously Furnished
rooms, flashing lights sweeping curtains
mirrors reaching to the floor, and other
insignia Of wealth and high social posi-
ton. And with it all, comes an image,
as | must have seen you once. \ woman
IN the zenith of her beauty-still stand
ing within the brilliancy that flooded the
! threshold of your womanhood \ 1ou
stood on the porch, attired in ridin@
habit-and know that the stately com
uanding looking man who held the chating
horses by the gate, was my father. 1t
may have been a childish dream, mothe
an idle. VAR mt phanteey OF the brain
" No, Paul,-it was neither a dream nor
4 phantesy 1t was the truth and -
conld be sui living in that iuxary am
abundance had we not been defrauded q.
our rights. Have you ever seen the
Rempstead Place p
AT this question the young clergyman
sprang to his teet. His lips grew palid,
his ewes cleaned restlessly, and there was
something of vehemence in in his tone.
What are YOU saying mother? What
can YOU mean ? What light is rushing
with such beu ilderment througl. my
brain You do not mean to say that We
are the true heirs to the Lee Estates
Lee T. cried the woman in tone o
frenzy that almost startled the shadows IT
!. the room, at the same time half raising
her attenuated form Lee thousand
curses on no, HO,-what wa. ! about tC
saw, and dying, too 1t is cone now, :
and the head cleaning with sands ot
silver sank back upon the pillow again
O, that had never heard of this
cried Paul, in bitterness, clasping hii
/ hands convulsively together
!. \ CLEAN OF anxiety fitted across th'
: face Of the dying woman; but she mistoos
the cause Of her sons agitation In :
/ low beseechinu voice she said
Paul. come md kneel beside youl
mother again, and take her hand in yours
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