Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1870-07-29

drove up TO the door, inquired lof the wlu-
ow Clarke, and lifted from the wagon a
large parcel, which he placed in the small
neat room. The widow declared thero
was some mistake.
"There's the name," said the man,
bluntly, "and all charges pad" and off
he went
A neighbor helped her unpack the box,
and there under all the wrappings. stood
a beautiful sewing machine. A card lay
on the shining plate. and the widow,
STOPPING read with tear-dimmcd eyes,
:. Trust in the Lord and do good. SO
so shalt thou d,ceH in the land, and reriiy
thou shalt be fed"
1T is the firsttime ever trusted Him."
she sobbed; "my heart has been full Of
revcngeful thoughts and accusations. Oh!
from hcnceforth will not trust that Power
have so misiudgcd."
A plain, neat house was that in which
Sarah Winchester lived. Ii was true.
as the poor sewing-woman had said.
friend Sarah had never known want. and
in her life there had been few severe tri-
ais. She always seemed placidly con.
tent, and those who knew her best were
well aware that most of her small income
was spent in charity. She was alone
she had neither husband or child-but she
was never unhappy, and never idle.
There's splendid carriage driv mp,
Miss Sarah. and the lady's in the parlor
this minute, asking to see you. It's 4
splendid carriage, Miss Sarah"
The carriage seems 10 have Impressed
lhy ina. inuliun, said Sarah Winchester.
smiling at the girls wide. bright eyes;
'd.i you never see splendid carriage
before? p
Never none So nice ~ thi, Miss Sarah.
replied the gi,i, rs friend Sarah united
the ,,rings of her black .ilk apron. pre-
para,ory TO going into the parIor.
AS she went down stail>. Size tried to
conjecture who il was TINT had called up
on her in such style, Tor she had few ac-
quantances of that sort.
The parlr was darkened little, but
she saw the outlines of n woman who
arose f. ON her seat rs friend Sarah came
forward.
You will excuse me, know" she
said, in quiet, low voice, calling upon
You so unccremoniously. but | was GER
tain YOU would not know my name ii
sent my card, rs am n stranger here
Yesterday came to this city from New
York, and am searching for my mother.
From what have learned, think you
can help me find her"
"Thy mother iriend!' said the placid
Friend Sarah, quite disturbed.
Yes. n Mrs. Mary Clark when lett
her cher face tlushed) she was in Boston.
have searched for her in this city over a
week. and almost given up in despair,
when happened to overhear something
about Your connection with = widow
Clarke. OH lift only should be my poor
mother"
Friend. can take thee to thy mother, '
said Sarah. glad light overspreading
her gentle features. "Shc is comfortable
now. but has been very needy"
YES. comfortable through your Chris
tian etlorts!" cried the young woman. the
tears raining down her cheeks. "Oh {!
thank God that am able to repay your
kindness. VIII you go with me now? |
have carriage at the door,"
To the astonishmcnt of little Sue, the
small maid in that small establishment,
Miss Sarah Winchester drove off in splen-
did style with the stranger. and it was
not twenty minutes after. that the equip.
age stopped in front of the tenement
house.
You must tell hcr-prcpare her." cried
the latter tremulously; SAY that have
brought home riches, and she shall never
suffer more. When she is ready, just
hold handkerchief TO the window, and |
will come"
Friend Sarah went in with beaming
face. Mrs. Clarke sat sewing, or rather
basting. with one of the little children on
her knee. while near by another child.
tidily dressed, was overlooking the
beautiful machine with eyes full OF Won
der Seated in a large, old rocking chair,
across the room, was the mother Of the
two children, sad serenity in her eyes.
The widow was pale, but her face look
ed like an illuminated picture rs friend
Sarah entered.
II was just telling this little girl that a
good angel sent grandmamma the ma
chinc," she said. cheerfully, land this is
the good angel, my dear"
If am good angel for doing thee
this small service, wonder what thee
will think of the good angel waiting out
side" said friend Sarah.
The widow looked puzzled, then setting
the child down, pcered through the win
dow, seeing only some way off a splendid
carriage and lady in soft garments.
Friend, thee must be very calm," said
Sarah. loosening her bonnet-strings, for
she felt the blood rushing over her own
face. "Some one wishes to see ihee-who
also asks thy forgiveness-who promises
henceforth TO care for thee the rest of thy
life, and to surround thee and thine with
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