The herald. (Smyrna, Del.) 1870-1871, 1871-07-01

Us, Nie"sn' uvn oreaN your heart
''ie 'nsie nope'
e ~ "ei =" oliaiiioer 'hat night
,ne po'r s'ri ponueneo over MS words
~. my D'o"S". ner no comfort. Wbal
"'s'sa' was ihe "inus no"ieo, anc
VIC s"i, oe'' anu numbered, ana the
srea. mhi'e' capped plilows leaped up tc
.ne ihNy aarkness llke beds of living
'.. i0i ner mni'e lace pressed
,.7' ,'7''i'9' 'ne ",'uow' .'a'iee "atched ano
Nnvii 'no oos"' W iaiicy tha'
''-io ".'0 Oee' 'ie Seu iheo one emu
'0Is e'..'''sy y, ","'' a'iu anu STORM.
Du' ,ne uay oioNeae iast' alurid' fiery
ua"h l'sne,.ls ene east with ominous
-. - -" e''iiy ii'ur 1here was
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soa,,od ,a.,,i;na,, "iu oony ans
haar'1 ~ $50 ''ns' Siio sd" alu
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rese'i.ly 1here was an unwonted stir
peio". men running hither and thith-
er, 'e'iihg each other the news. The
piiS'iei ilau escapeai Inc galiows was
one"'eu oi i's Victim. But the uncon-
o,u'H sli'' iyins SO sun ana whlte IN the
,'.!','5, 'So""so' ooui' 'o' near OF KNOW
"'s,e'nan oo"ly s'oou al alone In the
'i''"7' VI tnis excitement, ms eyes bent
sea""iu, ipurihurlnB under his breath,
'9''Neu from me gaiioWs TO be swallow
Gu up ov the sea Poor fellow God
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"heh Janet kaeburn recovered from
10 long and dangerous illness which
i"lioweu that death like swoon, the
"iiiloli SNOW capped nils were crown
Gu Win 'ehoer green, ana fragrant hya-
e.'i''is anu golden hearted pansies were
ploohlhg on the garden borders. Win
Ter had gone by, and the fitful April
sunlight streamed in yellow rays
through the old parsonage windows.
The girl awoke to life, like one return
ing from the grave; The home where she
was born, even her old fathers face,
seemed new and Strange. Her great
griei had changed the whole world for
her. Ihen she heard the story of the
prisoners escape.
but Gods justice overlook him in his
flight" the g@ssips added. "He went
down in the stormifat nil lit; his boat
hoated III the next day keel upward"
Janet sbnhdered, aFSa lnok ed up at the
oiue spring SKY. Was there God OF
mercy W There must be, else woe to
sCrickeh hnmahity! She was a brave
nearly ghl' ana she nerved herself to en-
Ter upon the strange, new life that lay
before her.
A year went by. Another followed
cnce more the pansies bloomed and the
BIRDS sang; and the fitful April sunlight
fell upon Janet's white face, as she sat
on the messy doorstep.
Presently. she saw the good old doctor
orlVlhg down tho street in his little one
morse chalse. A moment later he was
out, and coming briskly toward her.
She put aside her work, and arose to
meet him.
mot a professional visit, Janet, my
lass" he said, running briskly up the
terrace steps. "Your cheeks are white
but they are sound and healthy. You
are net i'll naed of any Of my medi-
cines.
81 think not doctor"
mo; but am in need you. I've got
new patient down in the Hollow-a
poor wretched woman of some kind
and she's dying. She calls necessarily
for you. She has confession to make,
and wants you to go to her. She won't
live till morning. Will you go?"
"Of course, doetori I'll be ready in
two minutes. Sitdown please"
Five minutes later they were driving
down toward the Hollows, and as the
April sun slid down into the sea, the
doctor drew rein before the cottage
whore his patient lay.
'Shes terribly uneasy" said the wo-
man of the house, appearing in the
doorway; "Eeen askin' for you every
minnit-best make haste in, DOCTOR"
The doctor obeyed, Janet following
noiselessly. A palr of bright, eager ewes
welcomed them.
'At last" sighed the sick woman
"Thank God p
Janet approached the bed, and laid
her cool soft hand on the sufferers
brow.
"Can help you any way ?"
For answer, the woman put "a pair of
thin hands on Janet's cheeks, and drew
her down.
"You are so beautiful" she murmur-
ed; lard he loved you so, my poor Ross,