Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1870-12-29

think you are right"
need of guidance.
$50 to Miss Moray's room" he answered, 'and
walen her. She will be less frightened by you
than by anybody else. Then go quietly to the
other ladies, and try to get them down stairs
into the library, with as little confusion as pos,
sible Have you strength and courage for all
that"
'.Yes," replied, for had never felt SO utter
ly careless Of myself, 30 eager to be OF service
I went to Marion's bedside and wakened her.
| had Just told her what to do, when frantic
scream burst from the upper story, and Wild
cry of "Fire, fire." rang through the halls. The
servants had taken the alarm. moment more
and the entire house was q scene OF the direst
confusion. But above all the din of shrieks and |
| hurrying feet, clear voice rang ont-it was |
Milroy's-" Ladies' to the library, Gentlemen
to the north wing to fight the fire"
| shall never be quite clear az to what follow
| ed have an indistinct recollection OF hurry |
ing Marion to the library, and then going to and |
| fro up and down stairs, meeting frightened wo- |
men and leading them, or dragging them &C,
| cording to the resistance they made. until had
them also in the book-room and under the kind
ly care Of Mr.. Moray, whose years excused MIN
from the more active duties OF the time.
At last seemed to come partially out OF the
excitement under which ! had been laboring,
and 40 was able to take a survey Of the field.
I was not collected enough to know whether all
the women had been assembled in the library,
but the servants were there, for terror and dan
for the time obterated all social distinctions.
Marion's sister Mrs. Harwell, lay in deep
swoon and her mother with other ladies' was
engaged in ANXIOUS attendance upon her. 1t
struck me that something or some one was want
ing. I looked for the nurse. She was the most
frantic person in the room.
nWhere Is the child? :" said. ''where is Miss
Mayi"
She wrung her hands. repeated the question
sharply. She burst out into incoherent cries:
,,,.I u, mr.
child was certainly not there ran to the stairs
and bounded up them. knew where the nur-
sery was the baby was doubtless there, pris-
oner.
hot, I could scarcely breathe for the smoke.
I reached the door and opened it, AS did
So a long tongue of flame shot down the pas
sage and swirled into the room, wrapping me
for one single instant in its blazing COIL Then
it was gone, and shut the door.
The child was in her crib, and either dead or
| fast asleep. Alive or dead she must not stay
: there l caught her mp and wrapped, the soft
wooden blanket about her Not dead, Tor her
eyes opened, and she nestled down closer upon
) Gould hope TO escape by the door2 went
to it and listened, not daring to open it lest
r flames should burst in. | could hear the crack
ling Of the FIRE. knew perfectly that that cor
Q The window, then was the only resource.
, ran and opened it. Three stories from the
ground! Bnt vine-trellis came to the very
4 SILL tN
+; clambcred out upon It. I saw the wintry
I landscape before me, lighted up with the lurld
= glow from the burning house at my back. l
o turned and closed the window, that FOR Few
r seconds at least we might be safe from the pur-
: suing fire. The blaze was slowly climbing up
J. the inside Of the nursery door
y went forward on the trellis. How could
It ever descend that fearful height with the child
/ in my arms? paused moment to think.
Il ut than
!, corner Of the house hre.engine from the vii
h lage. The men who dragged it were yelling
Q like demons already, but as looked down into
7. their upturned faces shout went up
20 that made their previous performance
n tame. Half-a-dozen were swarming up the trel
It lis in an instant. saw them climb; heard
,f them swear I laid the baby in the arms of
vt red-bearded hero the stars rceed above me anu
i the earth beneath seemed to yawn.
The next thing knew was slowly waking al
m it seemed out of deep, strange sleep that hat
,f around. Meefffss pbbSSp pbS fearful dreams. looked
/ was in the library at Elgin--what-ho wa
ly thisa Then it all lashed back upon me.
"where ia she ?" asked.
ly They knew who meant, and held the child
sd rosy, smiling face to mine that she might kis
10 soon learned that the fire had been extin
OF gushed, that the damage was confined almos
Of entirely to the wing where ii had originated ant
that nobody was hurt OF course was thanke
ng and praised, far beyond what deserved;
at Against all solicitation made as speedy prop
ed arations as possible for my return to my accuh
ut toned duties in Philadelphia. My holiday wa
,r- over: the Morays had plenty of friends, and
at had abundant reasons for departure. Almos
he before realized it myself was on the trai
ed and speeding homeward.
bt VII. A NEW LIFE.
'rd But, somehow, was not quite the same.
'e- nv surprise was glad to see my scholaus, an
w. felt an interest in them such as had new
nl...N xypra hmm
10 those children. with lives; lives that might !
pe made beautiful or hideous. and which mlgi
or. help to make either one or the other ma
| saved little child from death, what II l cou
,ut aid in saving these little ones from sin and so
wn row ? It opened new possibilities to me. II
on, could be of in the world, naed not care II
v anything more. Whatever was best for n
st- | would be added to me. How strange it SCENE
my for me to think that ], who had almost aba
led doned all belief in an over ruling God; ar
y fancied that some spirit OF infinite evil had u
ION restrained control.
So learned to trust in Divine Friend wi
On cared for me, sympathized with me, lsVeu III
Vas and was my Saviour.
zen had nv own sorrows still, believe me. ID
ie they did not make me hard and selfish no
y! Rather, they taught me to be gentle to
IN Others perceiving that they too had griefs al
I'm, M losses. The girls of my classes loved me-
itai conld sec it, without their telling yet many
my it into words.
had So a year went by and Christmas was close
~ hand again. nau NOT iOfbottch Soiohoi ,,iiie
. but only thought of him as part OF a stran
ing wierd Past that could never return had pass
,wn the happiest, because the most useful, year
the nv life and l would not-did not,-murmur |
ter cause my own will could not be done.
ted It was Christmas Eve, and was alone IN :
3 parlor Of my boarding house, dreamiy playi
Win snatches of the dear Christmas Carols Ihe 8
rlor want opened the door and announced "a gent
lay, l;s man for you, Miss Helen" ,,,, ;.,,
rion rose and turned. Colonel Milroyl; with
smile like sunlight! Twas glad to see him,
play l did not think it wrong to sayso; Il,
II am on leave again, he said, after wh,
rent @ I have come now to attend Miss farnhai
sue wedding. So
n WI He said it naturally and smiingly, and 1
time III gould wish him Joy. said that too;
n mes Major orrsysrred, ''it is very joyful TIN
r to am sure she will make INK deares. w fr,ema
cave was 80 surprised that | exclainfesSf' WHY
AT Thought you were engaged to her.
ac- Hoh no /" he replied. ~ was jacks mess
ories ger last year, when he could not come NO
nd / Until that time had myself been fancy-fre.
1t shall not tell what course the conversa'
the took after that. will only say that the I
morning dawned on the happiest Christina
cuse my life, for was in possession of the most pI
She less of all Christmas gifts-the plghted troll
offer a noble, loving heart.
le as !, Marion has been married several years,
v my and our children call each other COUSINS
o ut are all 10 spend our holidays this year agai
Elgin, whereI suppose May Harwell--a spng
but maid Of ten years now-will insist on hea
}. over again the story OF the lire and her esca
The Republicans OF Missouri.
". r,,. ,a,,ow;nr nont was made by Sen
, and ,s ny Er;day n h;s brief reply TO Mr. DIR
sen a siiI oSl ~ ~ a,a;,tad in tba nress report
-apid "qM "re are those in the Republican party
we're think they cannot conquer unless by some m
ercse mns ar thoaa in tbe state of Missouri
iei 70 who when dsfranchisement was knocked
us' under their feet, threw up their hands an'
a, lemy claimed, "A is lost !" That class of politi,
the noat s,rost;ons great problems and great 81
T. giles, are tortured by the lurking suspicio