Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1870-07-06

no faith in God ~
But never, never lose faith in Him, my |
friend" said the visitor, in fearful earnest |
" Remember what lie has Of thine in keep
ing and can thee not trust One who has
taken to His own heaven the good and pure
child ?"
You have given me comfort, murmured
the pale seamstress. "0thers have been so
cold and mercenary, seeming to look on me
as it | were n machine, little dreaming that |
have known as well as themselves what it
was to have some luxuries at my command,
an elegant home, and kind father. But |
know it is wrong to mourn so; something tells
me that | should be less rebelious, and so
happier You see however, that one trouble
comes crowding on another. Now, in what
way shall bring my poor child home and
how support her and the children when they
come p"
"Trust in God" whispered the other, with
shining eyes in which tears glistened.
There was thoughtful pause, then fer
vent answer.
81 will try; promise you | will try"
1.-TWO days after that letter came to the
widow enclosing sufficient money to pay for
the removal Of her daughter aud children.
On the same afternoon an expressman
drove up to the door, inquired for the widow
Clarke, and lifted from the wagon large
parcel, which he placed in the small, neat
room. The widow declared that there was
some mistake.
"There's the name, said the man, bluntly,
" and all charges paid" and off he went.
A neighbor helped her unpack the box
and there, under all the wrappings, stood
beautiful sewing machine A card lay on the
shining plate, and the widow, STOPPING read
with tear-dimmed eyes:
"TriSt in the Lord aud do good. So shalt
thou d,oeH in the land and ceriiy thou shalt
be fed."
1T is the first time | ever trusted Him,
she sobbed "my heart has been full of re-
vengeful thoughts and accusations. Oh
from hencetorth will not trust that power |
have so misjudged2"
A plain, neat house was that 10 which
Sarah Winchester lived. 1t was true, as the
poor sewing-woman had said, friend Sarah
had never known want, and in her life there
had been few severe trials. She always
seemed placidly content, 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 nor child
but she was never unhappy and never idle.
There's a splendid carriage driv up, Miss
Sarah, and the lady's in the parlor this min
ute, asking to see you. It's splendid car
riage, Miss Sarah"
"A Tn, eaou,, .. 80, 81 81
Imagination" said Sarah Winchester, smiling
at the girls wide, bright eyes "did you
never see a splendid carriage before ?"
Never none so nice as this, Miss Sarah"
replied the girl, as friend Sarah united the
strings of her black silk apron, preparatory
to going into the parlor.
As she went down stairs she tried to con-
lecture who it was that had called upon her
in such style, for she had few acquaintances
Of that sort.
The parlor was darkened little, but she
saw the outlines Of a woman fashionably at
tired, young woman who arose from her seat
as friend Sarah came forward.
You will excuse me- know" she said,
in quiet, low voice, " calling upon you so
unceremoniously, but | was certain you
would not know my name if | sent card,
as | am stranger here. Yesterday | came
to this city from New York, and am search
ing for my mother. From what have learn
ed, think you can help me find her."
Thy mother, friend 20 said placid Friend
Sarah, quite disturbed.
Yes, a Mrs. Mary Clarke | dou't think
she has lived here many years When
left her (ber face flushed) she was in Bos-
ton. | have searched for her in this city
over week, and had almost given up in
despair, when happened to overhear some-
thing about you in connection with widow
Clarke. Oh if it should only be my poor
mother!"
Friend, | can take thee to thy mother,
said Sarah, glad light overspreading her
gentle features. as She is comfortable now,
but has been very needy"
Yes, comfortable through your Christian
efforts" cried the young woman, the tears
raining down her checks. "Oh thank God,
that am able to repay your kindness. Will
you 60 with me now2 have carriage at
the door"
To the astonishment Of little Sue, the small
maid in that small establishment, Miss Sarah
Winchester drove of in splendid style with
the stranger, and it was not twenty minutes
after, that the equipage stopped in front oi
the tenement house.
You must tell her--prepare her" cried
the latter tremulously; "say that have
brought home riches, and she shall never suf.
fer more. When she is ready, just hold a
handkerchief to the window, and will come ,
Friend Sarah went in with beaming face
Mrs. Clarke sat sewing, or rather basting
with ono of the little children on her knee
while near by another child tdily dressed
was overlooking the beautiful machine with
eyes full Of wonder. Seated in large, old
rockng-chair, across the room, was the mother
Of the two children sad serenity in her eyes
The widow was pale but her face looked
like an Illuminated picture as friend Sarah
entered.
" was just telling this little girl that 4
good angel sent grandmamma the machine,
} she said, cheeriully and this is the gooC
angel, my dear"
"If am a good angel for doing thee thi
small service, wonder what thee will thinl
of the good angel waiting outside, said frien'
: Sarah
The widow looked up puzzled, then settinl
, the child down, peered through the window
seeing only some way of splendid carriage
and a lady in soft garments.
Friend thee must be very calm" sal,
Sarah, loosening her bonnet-strings, for sh
f felt the blood rushing over her own face
" Some one wishes to sec thee-who also ask
thy forgveness-who promises henceforth t
care for thee the rest Of thy life, and to sur
round thee and thine with blessings"
"Who can you mcan2" cried the mother
! with clasped hands. There is but one wht
0 could ask my forgiveness and she"-
is here" cried low, rich, trembling
I voice; for unable to bear the suspense, th'
J stranger had left the carriage and entered thu
miserable house.
: mother Anne !" was the simutaneou
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