Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1868-11-11
NOVEMBER H.. 1868.

ing it; and with great difficulty con
.fveyed the nearly drowned man to tn,
! shore. &
Ben Grant had just arrived there
The honest-hearted old man was full
of alarm and grief at what had occur
red. He looked eagerly at the pale
unconcious face which MI. Winthrop
laid down on the sands.
It's MI. Reynolds" said he.
And where was Christine's brother
The small sail-boat was drifting to and
fro on the lake. The two men swan
out to it, after consigning Mr.. Reynolds
to the care of Grants son.
By this time all trace of that wild
cloud was wiped off from the face Of the
sky The stars and the moon looked
down, bright and calm on the pale face
of the men They searched for an hour
in. silence; and then they found Mr..
Jarvys. They drew.him up tenderly
and laid him in the boat; and as they
thought of his sister at home, both the
young man and the oldeone felt that
they would gladly lay down their own
lives if they could restore him..
u The young dead face had in it no
trace Of pain or struggle. No wonder
the strong men wepf as they laid the
body down.in the boat. sat
For nearly two hours, that seemed
longer than the rest of her7life, Chris
tine had waited. The servants all gone
out, with the exception of her own
maid, who tried to comfort her mistress
as she sometimes sank down into stolid
despair, and then rose up and wrung
her hands, and wandered through the
rooms, full Of agony At last her ear
caught the sound Of footsteps outside.
They were bringing their burden up the
walk.
Garry him in by rhe side door, and
l will 60 up and try and break the truth
to her" said Mr.. Winthrop, in a low
voice, to the men but at that moment
slight figure ran down the steps, and
rushed toward the kfeless form. The
light of the moon fell brightly on the
dead face. Christine staggered back.
Is he drowned?" she said, looking
up in SO. pitiful way that the men
could not speak, but she looked in each
face, and read her answer there; and
then Christine lay on the.ground as un-
conscious as her brother.
Mr.. Winthrop lifted the poor girl up
and carried her into the house. He
bathed her temples, and assisted the
frightened maid to restore her to con-
sciousness. Theyouthin in Christine 'sveins
ut length triumphed, and she opened
her eyes.
The young man saw that she knew
all. She was off in moment, and
when he would have held her back, she
struck aside his arm, rushing out Of the
room. seemed led by some instinct to
the one where ner prvva1,e..- ,. -,----s: s:i..--
knelt down by him, exclaiming:
Look up at me; speak. to me, darl-
ing You said you d come back to me
in an hour or two, when you kissed me
at the garden gate. Your little sister
can't live without you, Alfred, for she
loved you better than her own life. I
can't live without you, darling brother,
] must have you back again. l must
hear your voice calling sweetly after
me-. Christie Christie! as it used to
do. l can't believe itssilent forever
Oh Alfred, my heart will break amy
heart will break Open your eyes and
smile at me once more.
She put down her warm cheek to the
cold pale one, and shuddered as the
chill went. through her. When she
looked up, Mr.. Winthrop was standing
by her side.
Cant you help me?" she said, as a
lost frightened child had sobbed itself
into exhaustion would have spoken.
My child. replied the young tutor,
in voice husky and broken. Z" it is God
only who can help you now.
Christines broken heart went out, for
the first time, with a new call and yearn-
ing after Him, whom in her happiness
she had scarcely remembered, but who,
she felt in the hour Of her great sorrow,
from which all human aid shrank ap-
palled and unavailing, could alone give
her help and consolation. ~
"God have pity on.me.l' she sobbed,
and then the tears fell. over her face,
and Mr.. Winthrop led her faint steps
from the room. Poor Christine
All that night he did not leave her;
and oh, what sweet, and strong and
blessed words he said to her words of
faith and trust, and admission and for
the first time Christine Jarvys' eyes
we're opened, and she saw something of
The great Eternal Love; and from the
ost earthly love her heart went, as SO
many have done, to the heavenly,
When the first gray fakes of dawn
we're seen in the East, Christine Jarvys +
ell asleep, strengthened and comforted.
The next day a telegram brought back
Mr. and Mrs. Jarvys to their broker
household. There was no one to behold
he meeting of the uncle and aunt with
he nephew who had been the pride and
he Joy of their hearts, He lay there
% lifeike, with something of the old
mile coming back to his pale lips; but,
tlas for thy beauty laid low in the
Alfred Jarvys.
Two years have passed. 1t is once
nore the time of blossoming roses, and {
christine Jarvys came out Of the 'front.'
Ioor of her country home, and again t
ooked upon the fair landscape.
Somehow those two years had chang {