The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1869-02-11
WHOLE NO. liS49

came nearer, and he saw that it was
his wife, with shawl thrown over hsr
head.
Il could not help coming out How
has it gone r.. 2 gI3 ~
"There could be only one RESULT
said the vicar, sadly, dismouatin9 and
leading bls horse che is committed 10,
take his trial at the next assizes."
"Haye they dragged the Poolf"
scYes.o q" ~ aff Toa717
"Does the wretched man feel ii, or is
lie as cast iron as eYerf" BOA faa t;4
"He says as little as possible, but,
these last few days have changed him
fearfully. His hair is white, and be
stoops like an old man. Dyes Mary,
he does feel it. There is tlss phnish-,
msnt Of Cain upon him, greater than
he can bear. -
"Of course be will plead guilty" q
"His only wishis that his guilt should
meet its full punishment I halfinq
agine that the absorbing passion which
has ruled his concentrated nature, and.
wrapped it SO fearfulIy for evil, iaat last
turning it to good. L could almost
fancy that, when he saw his wife die. be
realized forthe first time that there must
be an eternity TO set straight the wrongs
and soToBs of time. / think;he has
strange thought, that he will expiate
his crime, aand meet her again Tits
guess work on my part, ---he says moth
ing, But Gods ways are wonderful. y,
''Your -syppathies are all with him."
cried Mrs, Carter. ''Haye you no
feeling for poor Herbert ClaTeringf
l have been thiuting of him only, all
this time. o John, whatever happens
to that miserable man, be has deserved
it." t'at' a.' ~. Hie-- -
"who are We" said her husband!
solemnly, atbat we should 1udes him.
We must leave his body to the justice
Of man, and his soul.to the mercy of
God"
They had reached the door Of the
parsonage, and the vicar, rslinquiShing
his horse to the man who was waiting
for it, drew long breath, and turned
into the drawing-room, as if he had
done with the subject. His wife, fell.
that he wanted to be chsersd after ths
trying day, but she could not force her
thoughts at once out Of the mourntul
channel, and she ran upstairs for .
moments quiet in hen. dark bedroom
She looked across the fields and saw o.
distant light shining, as she knew, it
AbbOt's Portion in the room OF death.
She imagined the scene where Elsie
lay, white and still, with her baby on
her bosom, and where old Isott sobbeA,
and wept as she folded away the dainty
little garments that had been 20 recently
prepared with SO much pride and
pleasure, never to be worn. The ola
woman was thinking of another baby
whom she had tended, and nursed and
worshiped-thiFty long yearsbef6rs, and
her faithful heart was breaking, -.
Mrs. Carter dried. her eyes, and
crossed the passage to the nursery. The
FIRE was burning cheerily, and the
three youngest children, fresh and rosy
from their evening bath, were gathered
around it in their little white dresses
waiting till mamma should come to hear
their prayers. "A thrill OF mingled
thankfulness and pain shot through ths
mothers heart at the sweet home pie
ture. The children wondered why shs
kissed them so feryently as they clus-
tered round her knee, aud why she
gathered their little hands so closely
into her own, as she heard their inh04
cent voices, unconscious Of sin Rn6
sorrow, lisp out the petition, whose
force they so Ettle understood, LEAD
us not into temptation, but dsIiveriu9
from evil Amen" a.s0 u
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