The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1865-02-08

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more spot before We CO."
The old man leaned upon his staff and
moved slowly on among the graves, ard
involuntarily did tho youth follow. Al
length they stopped by a spot where two
graves lay side by side The slabs were Of
marble, and glistened brightly in the moon
light.
"Malcolm," spoke the sexton, in deep
Loarso whisper, II remember well when !
made these two graves. There was no
sorrow to fill the beds which here | made,
for they who sleep here died amid the
sweet broathings Of peace and honor. They
were good, virtuous people, and when they
were gone, our townsmen incurred, Tor our
village had lost two. Of ita most noble
spirits. 0, love to come and stand over
these graves, for | know that God smiles
upon them There is no taint, no dishon-
or here. Malcolm do you know who rest
in these two graves!'
The youth did not answer, nor did he
raise his head, but with one deep, wild cry
he sank down, and there he lay across the
graves, weeping and sobbing like child.
His father and mother slept there!
For a while the old man gazed tearfuly
upon the scene, and then he took the
youth by the arm and reused him up.
"Come, Malcolm" he whispered, "we
will 60 now. L can show you no more."
The youth followed his guido cut from
tie churchyard, and after the gate was
closed, they passed on to the street. Here
Adam Stamford stopped.
"Now, Malcolm" he said, "you can re-
turn to your companions at the tavern, but
let me pray you never to use my name
again as you did this evening. When you
again think of poor old Adam Stamford,
think only of what lie has told you in the
churchyard-think of what he has seen,
and of what be has suffered, and of that
you may in welcome speak
The old man turned partly away, when
Malcolm sprang forward and caught him
by the arm.
"Uncle ADAM" he uttered, in choked
and broken accents, 10, forgive me for
what | have said, and what I have done
IL cannot tell you all now. I cannot
speak-but I shall 60 to the tavern no
more. o, God bless you! God bless
you'll" - .e
The clock struck nine, and Alice War
rem folded the hands of her little boy to-
gether, and hade hin say his prayers; her
youngest child, the girl, was asleep in the
cradle. The first words Of tho prayer were
uttered sour Father who art in heaven"
wien there came the sound of footsteps
upon the plank walk in the little front gar
den.
"It's papa" said the boy, letting his
hands drop upon his mothers knees, and
bending bis ear to listen. But the mother
Jared not speak. AT length the door was
'pened, and the husband entered. Alice
ast her eyes tremblipgly up, and she saw
he big tears that were rolling down the
heeks Of her beloved. lnstinctively she
prang forward and clasped her arms about
ler husbands neck.
"Malcolm, Malcolm?" she cried. "What
las happened? Tell me-o, do tell
new N s7
Malcolm Warren sank into chair, and
s he did SO, he drew his wife down into
is lap.
"Alice-O Aiice~ be Uttered, sobbing
nd weeping as he spoke. "Can you for
i've ME for all that has passed!'
The gentle wife was bewildered at fist
nay, almost frightened, for the speech of
er husband was so wild and iDcoberem,
lat she feared his brain was turned. But {
'e long he spoke again, and as he spoke he
issed her. He was more calm, and his
oice was more low. He told her where |
Q had been, and he spoke of the resolu
on he had made; he did not tell of any i
.IAL he was going to make, but he told of a
le iron will that mad entered his SOUL i
he night of his temptation had passed
way, and the day of salvation had t
.wned. s.tt
A few moments more, and the husband d
ID wife were upon their knees. They d
led to pra5 aloud, but they could not;- Il