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

: SlOTe.
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 Mr. Winthrop
laid down on the sands.
Its Mr.. 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 old one felt that
they would gladly lay down their own
lives if they could restore him.
The young dead face had in it no
trace Of pain or struggle. No wonder
the strong men wept as they laid the
body downin the boat.
For nearly two hours, that seemed
longer than the rest of her life, 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.
Carry him in by the side door, and
l will 60 up and try and break the truth
to her, said Mr.. Winthrop, in low
voice, to the men; but at that moment
a slight figure ran down the steps, and
rushed toward the lifeless form. The
light of the moon fell brightly on the
dead face. Christine staggered back.
"Is he drowned?" she said, looking
up in so pitilul 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
bathcd her temples, and assisted the
frightened maid to restore her to con-
sciousness. Theyouth in Christine veins
at length triumphed, and she opened
her eyes.
The young man saw that she knew
all. She was off in a moment, and
when he would have held her back, she
struck aside his arm, rushing out Of the
rQom. seemed led by some instinct to
the one where ner prvrir,.-l-,-.-cl cl.~-
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 Christic' as it used to
do. can't believe it's silent forever
Oh Alfred, my heart will breal1Arny
heart will break Open your eyes and
smile at me once mora"
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
lost frightened child had sobbed itself
into exhaustion would have spoken.
My child" replied the young tutor
IN a voice husky and broken, it is God |
only who can help YOU now.
Christinc's broken heart went out, for
the first time, with q new call and yearn-
ing after Him, whom in her happiness
:he had scarcely remembered, but who,
she felt in the hour of her great sorrow,
from which all human aid shrank APP
oalled and unavailing, could alone give
Ter hel p and consolation.
"God have pity onme p she sobbed,
md then the tears fell over her face,
md Mr.. Winthrop led her faint steps
rom the room Poor Christine
All that night he did not leave her;
md oh, what sweet, and strong and
blessed words he said to her words of
aith and trust and admission; and for
he first time Christine Jarvys' eyes
we're opened, and she saw something of
he great Eternal Love; and from the
ost earthly love her heart went, as so
many have done, to the heavenly.
When the first gray flakes of dawn
we're seen in the East, Christine Jarvys
ell asleep, strengthened and comforted.
The next day telegram brought back
Ir. and Mrs. Jarvys to their broken
There was no one to behold
he meeting of the uncle and aunt with
he nephew who had been the pride and s
he oy OF their hearts, He lay there
o lifelike, with something of the old
mile coming back to his pale lips; but,
las for thy beauty laid low in the
lorning, Alfred Jarvys.
4 4 x !
Two years have passed. 1t is once |
lore the time of blossoming roses, and g
hristine Jaryys came out Of the 'front.' q
oor of her country home, and again
,oked upon the fair landscape.
Somehow those two years had chang a
1 Christine, but the change was that |
hich comes not of years, but of char e
,ter. Something more thoughtful, more t
oiritual, had come to the sweet face S
he memory of that night came back |