The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1866-04-21

form, and when be spoke Of love be foun<
no unwilling listener. He was 20 kind, q
gentle; his words always 80 respectful, tina
she did not fear aud shrink from him, u
some dark phases Of her life. had taught hel
| to, from other men, S ne scarcely realised
how bright and golden that part OF her exist
ence was that had been consecrated by hi,
lore; for care and grief NJ the prospect O
losing her mother, IN the struggle for dailj
bread filled the present with hard reality
that might otherwise been bright with Bliss
ful aspirations for the future.
she shrunk from asking him to lend ever
the Insignificant sum it would seem to him
but thoughts Of her mother nerved her. Sh.
did not hevs 10 ask at the first word, trem
olingly uttered, he handed her cheque fol
twenty-five dollars and placed it on her &C
count, in o cool business manner, that re
lieved her from weight of obligation, and
she hurried home with lightened heart
Mrs. Lysle was expecting Agatha early
that evening, but it was not her step thai
accompanied by another, hurried violently
up the stairs and into the room. II was
Miss Warner who stood there flushed, angry
and with rude impotence demanded Of the
sick mother where her daughter was, while
the man who accompanied her, aud whose
dress bespoke his calling, commenced tc
search the apartment.
"What do you want p asked the dying
woman feebly. Where is Agatha, and why
do you come to disturb mey'
Il want my purse" said the intruder,
looking stonily at the woman. Your
daughter stole it from my room, where
left her alone few moments, and it Is Of nc
use for you to conceal it or her. Do your
duty policeman"
Even the man who was used TO all grades
Of suffering and wretchedness, shrunk from
disturbing the pallid form, while he searched
in the miserable straw tick for what after oil
he did not find. Mrs. Lysle said no further
word, till the baffied and enraged woman
was leaving the room, when she soemnly
held up her hand, "God will avenge me, y
she said. Ellis justice viii as surely find
you out and deal with you according q your
works, as that the dead shall rise again.
Your hard heart yet shall melt in the fur
mace Of his wrath. We shall meet again.
and she fell back in swoon from which she
never recovered. So Agatha found her, and
her cries brought plying neighbors who
boid uti Dut AOA ttAC tHO4knt VI <AiioA
Edsall, her heart would have turned to stone
then, and her life been laid upon al altar Of
terrible purpose but she had one friend
left on earth, and she trusted in him to save
her.
Did he save her? Yes as the wolf saves
the ,amb. She was only poor fiiendless
sewing girl, he q gentleman with rich and
and aristocratic friends, home and position
He buried her mother and when Agatha
returned to the desolate rooms, and wept In
an agony Of grief on his shoulder, he asked
to be a friend to her, offered her home and
wealth, and love, and life that would for
ever debar her from heaven.
Magnanimous christian conduct it is re
peated in our Must every day. Hundreds
Of defenceless young girls can rise up ant
testify to what | say. Agatha was in the
tolls. They closed about her When Miss
Warner met her in the street and stopped t
tell her the purse had been found. Shs
passed on with de6aut sheer, and trsilec
her silken robes after her, and flashed the
diamond rings that Knocked her with hun
dred demon eyes; her face was stony anc
pltiless, SO was the heart beneath.
1t all came TO this. A coroner's inques
and newspaper paragraph, and . quotation
of the familiar lines:
''one more unfortunate
Weary OF breath,
Rashly unfortunate,
tone TO her death 7"
and few who knew, wlnked at Allan Edssll
and the ladies' called him "a wicked fellow,
and said "how shocking = but saw q se
bridal jewels the other day for 4 fair youni
girl with whom he viii wed, and though
Of Agatha and the mothers prayer, and won
cered why some things should be so incom
prehensible to US. Why Allan Edsall shoult
live and flourish, and grow old in calm con
tentment, while she sleeps in dishonoret
grave, outcast Of heaven earth Another
answers for me:
Though the mills Of God grind slowly Jet they grnt
exceeding small,
Though with patience he stands waiting with exactnes
grinds be an
And the words Of greater master, "For tn.
oppression of the poor, fer the signing O
the needy, now will arise saith the Lord