The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1863-07-03

and strengthen, reused themselves til,
waves went over her but one moment
and then Mary Malcom forgot herself ant
rose up to the heightof her true woman
hood, to the exultation Of self.sacriHce.
"John," said the soft, brave voice
"don't say that again. Let everythiHl
else fail, the heart Of your wife ne1ei
will"
And now she had come close to him.
and he felt her small round arms atouud
his neck, and her head lay on his shoul.
der, as tender as confding as in theif
days of brightest prosperity. All one
day he had been looking forward to this
hour. and shrienkins away from it, and
once or twce--God forgive him-he had
glanced out Of his office window to the
river, which rolled it's dark. sullen wa.
ters, in the distance, and fierce tempta.
ton rushed over him to drop everything
and hurry out there and bury all his
pains and anguish under ths dark, crum.
pied water. But John, in hts secret dis.
tress, knew that the temptation was the
voice Of the devil entering into his soul
he was man who feared God and kept
his commandments, land he put The tempt.
alton aside.
The yoang husband had not doubted
his wife's heart for moment but ex
pected to see her almost stricken to the
esrth, at the first tidings of the ruin OF
the house in which he was the heaviest
partner. He knew that her youth had
been nurtured in all the grace and luxu.
that wealth confers, and he feared the
thought of going into the chill Of dark.
ness Of poverty. He had not looked for
loud lamentation, or bitter reproaches,
but he dreaded the silent tears, the mute
dispar Of the white face.
So John Malcolm raised his Not face.
a.a,nvu ,ne tears that was shed Tor
her sake, and looked into the eyes Of his
wife and she answered him with smile
that set her face in new sacrsdness and
beauty to her husbands eye. d smile sol
sweet and tender to him, so brave and
defiant for the Worst the world could do
for them, and it is said to him at once oil
that her words would, and could not.
All, mary, my wife," said the met.
chant. al thought when I came into my
house an hour ago, that l was a ruined
man l feel now as though I was fiery
rich one."
"Ruined, with me and the children,
John ?" And now there was some faint
in her voice btt shs clung
closer to Linn.
"But. Mary. poor child, you don.
know what 1t is to be poor, to give up so
much grace and luxury to which you
have been accustomed"
"You say that, John, before you've
tried me, and seen what springs Of cour-
age and powers Of self.sacrifce there are
in my nature" ....
The words had fitting emphasis in
the sweet smile, in the steadfast, daunt.
less tones.
"But we shalt hats to give UP the
house, Mary"
"Well, We shall fell just as happy in d
smaller one. Our love has broader
foundation that stately rooms costly fur.
niture. Well take cosy little cottage
in the country, and for three
get along with one"
Hearing these werds John Malcom
looked at his wife /; but he did not say
then what was in his heart--a thanks
giving to God fur the angel he had sent
to walk with him. He took her hand
and held it close in his, while he told her
0: temptation which had beset him be-
fore the failure of his house had become
,ertaina-a temptation by yielding to
which he could have saved himself from
allure. But 1t must have been by dis
honest means, by taking advantage Of
,thers in his power, in short; by fraud.
which though mans laws never could
,each, Gods did, with what eternal-ADo
,nto others as ys would they should do
INTO you." i
"Oh, thank God thank God thank
Qod vnt, vera delivered from this etil.l