Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1863-07-28

Thank you-do not tlame yourself. I
want TO hear the t.ntb. 1t is best that
snooid Know it before saw him. Now
sn nt,T me where he is, please p - SO 81 d
Nelson 7 7gi s- " aa
She had been standing for momen.
watching him. Eyes and mouth we're sbut
resoiutely agaiest tear or moan. But his
gastly face was eloquent. She could see
10 his convulsed features the fortunes ne
was bearing silently. At her voice his
eyes opeoed. The old fond look replaced
the painin them. l think he forgot for
moment that he was Suffering when he saw
the slight formal bis bedside, and heard
the voice. the well known, well loved voice.
He put out his hand: = 'Es75'1
'Cbfld-love-M argery =
DId you expect me, Nelson p ,'rs
Tomorrow, not to-day. had rot
/ thought you could be here so soon. 1 was
waiting Tor your coming to die. should
have waited week if need we're, But the
the agony is horrible
She benz over him, and Leu kiss a, IA
pale forehead. He drew her closer then.
and bis lips chung to hers with long, des.
pairing pressure.
TO think after to night / shall never kiss
you again. Margery. IL we meet in heav>
en-, u viii not be as here. shall love your
spirit; but It seems to me shall mics all
the vanished sweetness of tender eyes, low
ing lips, softly falling hair. God HELM me.
child, how little the best of Us know where
we are going
Then she cnmfOrted him with her clearer
vision, her stronger faith. Il could no, be
far long, she whispered, their ting. She
would be his, through oil time and eterni-
ty, just as truly as now. ,--.
For hours he lay with her hand in his
waiting. 1t was strange feeling he bad
when ne heard her voice and met her ewes
"a feeling that she had brought him his
release from pain-tbat now even death
would treat him gently. But the strange
thought may have been true. Through
those long waiting hours, with her hand 10
bis be did not suffer. He only felt his
strength ebbins away, and knew that his
LIE was dIssOlTing into moments. Just at
the last bis face Frightened, and he whis-
pered:
Something tells me you are right, Mar.
gey:: The future will not be dim and pals
beside the present 1t will be brighter
My soul before It leaves the body, lie asser
tlne ITS own Immortality. know now that
Ishall live hereafter. Never think YOU are
solitary again. / shall live. and / shall
love your Day times and night times will
bring you nearer to me, each one.
Thsn pause. broken only by her tears,
which wet his hair, and her kisses on
his lips-then cried, with one last eff
fort.
Never be sorry, Margery, that went
| am not. | fell doing Gods work. fl
had turned my back upon the right should
have lost far more than life. God loves
you, Margery. Be patient. One more
kiss.
She bent to give it to him, but when she
raised her head there was no light in the
swiftly glazing eyes-bis soul was march
ing on.
Oh, if could but rave told you that be
got better-that her coming brought him
bealing-tbat he lived to love her in this
world-you would not have thought nv
story SO s9d then; but mayhsp it would
have been sadGer. It is the sleep which
knows no earthly waking, and not the life
OF earth which God promises as a reward TO
Ills beloved; and is there not something at
once nJbler aud more joyful than life in
dying for good cause? The story of such
a death should kindle courage. There are
still souls left strong enough to give thanks
for martydom.
Margsry Dane found her work when
Nelson Harding died. She is a nurse in a
hospital-so grave, so still, so thoughtful,
and so tender, that her youth is pardoned
and forgotten. even as she has forgotten i.
herself. think she will live while her
country has need of her, and then she
will not be sorry to go to her 1--we and her
Pest.