The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-11-13

the preULleSb OF Cnem ali. ne rascal
singled her out from the first, and.
the better to accomplish his purpose,
he left the tavern and took Lodgings
at the Ensign's. He saw how matters
stood in the family and governed him
self accordingly, taking especial pains
TO coneiliate the ruling authority.
The Ensign's wife hated yenng Bar
net, and wished to get rid of her
daughter-inalaw. The writing, master.
therefore, had a fair field. He fat
tered the poor girl by his attentions.
and praised her beauty. Her moral
training had not fitted her to with
stand this seductive influence; no
mothers love, with its quick, instinct
i've sense of danger threatening its
object, interposed between her and
the tempter. ! He old friend and
playmate-he who could alone save
her-had been rudely repulsed from
the house by her mOther-in-law, and,
indignant and disguised, retired from
all competition with this formidable
rival. Thus abandoned to her own
undisciplined imagination, with the
inexperience of a child and the pas
sions of a woman, she was deceived
by false pretences, bewildered fasci-
mated, and beguiled into sin.
1t is the same old story of Womans
confidence and mans duplicity. The
rascally writing master, under pre-
tense of visiting a neighboring town,
left his lodgings and never returned.
The last [ heard of him he was the
tenant of a Western p~enitentiary.
Poor Julia, driven in disgrace from
her fathers house, at last found
refuge in the dwelling of an old wo-
man of no very ereditable character.
Then | was called to visit her, and al
though not unused to scenes of suf-
fering and sorrow,eI have never be-
fore seen such an utter abandonment
of grief, shame and remorse. Alas!
what sorrow was like her sorrow.
The birth hour of her infant was also
the hour of its death.
The agony of her spirit seemed
greater than she could bear. Her
eyes were opned, and she looked
upon herself with loathing and her-
ror. She would admit no hope, no
consolation; she would listen to no
p~aliation or excuse for her guilt. [
could only direct her to that Source
of pardon and peace to which the
broken and contrite heart never APP
peals in vain.
In the meantime Robert Barnet
shipped on board the Labrador yes
sci. The night before he left he
called on me, and put in my hand a
sum of money, small indeed, but all
he could then command.
You will see her often,'' he said
+" do not let her suffer, for she is more
to be pitied than blamed" laI
[ told him further that would do
all in my power for her, and added
that I thought far better of her, con-
trite and penitent as she was, than of
some who were busy holding her up
to shame and censure.
God bless you for these words! :
he said, grasplng my hand. | shall
of them often. They will be a
comfort to me-.
As for Julia, God vas more merci-
full to her than man. She rose from
her sick-bed thoughtful and humbled,
but with hopes which transcribed
the world of her suffering and shame.
sorrowful allotment, but accepted it
VIII quIet anu lmOS cHeeIluI ISS!S-
as the fitting penalty of Gods
broken laws, and the needed disci-
pline of her spirit. She could say
with the Psalmist: The judgments
Of the Lord are true, and Thy judg-
.ent is right"
Through her exertions she obtained
in a respectable family,
% whom she endeared herself by her
cheerful obedience and
Unaffected piety. Her trials had made
her heart tender with sympathy for
LII in affection.
CONCLUDED TOMORROW.