Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1871-10-19

know she had got it on purpose; but we
did not take it. Tea would be best.
I'VE shall be leaving you tomorrow,
l believe" said Mrs. Whitnall to her.
Thank you for your kindness. You
must let me know what / am in your
debt-two weeks, is it not?"
Mrs. James burst into tears. Nay,
you are quite welcome to have been in
| the rooms, ma'am; don't say anything
about payment"
For she knew how things were with
us. That almost nothing was left to 60
on with at present; nothing at all for
the future. She was a true, kind gen.
| tlewoman, though she did let lodg-
ings.
Dorothy, what shame it brings to
me '' murmured Mrs. Whitnall, as
sat down to make the tea. 8" fear
quite sighted her in my heart as an in
ferior, LOOKING at her position. What
is there left for me but to get my liv-
ing by something of the kind? Calami-
ty brings home to us a strange sense of
our sins.'
The children went up to Mrs. Sands
when tea was over; she had sent for
them at the lonely dusk hour more than
once. Mrs. Whitnall, weary with Sob
bing, for she had had fit of crying af-
ter tea, lay on the sofa, hoped, asleep.
l sat at the darkening windows weaving
plans for the future in my aching
brain.
There was really little ready money
left for poor poor Roberts quarterly
installments from the government post
he held only sufficed to keep us going.
His salary was not large; in another
year, had he lived, it would have been
nearly doubled. There would be the
proceeds from some of the furniture
for, of course, the best of that would
have to be sold. 1t might bring in
say a hundred pounds. And what
could she do with SO small a sum as
that? Why, before she could turn
herself around and start in anything
if aught could be found to start in-a
good portion of it must be spent on
present needs.
You are all in the dark here !'
The voice startled me to sickness. II
was like Mr.. Whitnall's. had thought
when the parlor door opened that il
was Alex who came in.
"Robertl Ro6eni'
Mrs. Whitnall rose from the sofa a:
though she had been shot. The call
was hers. Instinct guided her to him
in the darkness, and the next moment
she lay sobbing Historically in his
, arms.
1t was Robert Whitnall-Robert him
self, in very deed and truth. But
hardly believed it for some minutes
The children came rushing in pell l-mell
from Mrs. Sands, in delirious excite
ment.
"Papa, papa! how have you come t'
J life again p
For the captain had come to life a
, his home also, and told the news to ou
[ children.
I" have been all the way to Harlin
, gen. said Mr.. Whitnall "Surely yol
did not think | was dead all thi
, while I'
1 Without an explanation we wondered
, how we were to have thought other
l wise. He gave it in a few words.
They had been in danger of perish
ing in that frail yacht of Captain Sands
| The wind rose suddenly, preventing
, their return shore; it increased to
fearful gale; and even the experience,
l seaman found that for once he coul
Y not manage his favorite Margaret Ann
. A steamer, going down the channel O.
e her way to Harlingen, saved them, bu
v the yacht had to be abandoned to he
fate. What that fate was the plank ha
e proved to us. The steamer was like
n wise caught by the gale, and consider
= ably delayed by it out at sea, but sh,
made Harlingen at last.
e "But why did you not write u
Robert ?" I asked, breathlessly, Will
? happy tears stole down Mrs. Whitnall
= cheeks.
It 81 did write, Dorothy. The fir
n thing l and Captain Sand did on gettin
into port was to write a letter each.
(, know they were posted, and | cannt
D. understand how it is you have not r
ceived them"
- But, papa, what long while W
and he must have stayed at Harli
- gen p
"We had to wait the steamers plea
# ure, Alex, my boy. Until that left, v
~ were fixtures. But | never suppose
- you were living without news of us"
~ dorothy, how can we ever be sui
20 GENTLY thankful?' whispered Nj
=. 20 Whitnall, looking at me through h
~ glistening eyes.
hOWy luuCCo!
70 That night he chose the self-san
~ psalm to read that his wife had chos
the night we were watching for hi
Ia He sat with the prayer-book on
= knees
~ - "They that go down to the sea
~ ships: and occupy their business
-, great waters these men see the wor
of the Lord and his wonders in t
deep. For at His word the stormy Wi
" ariseth which lifteth up the wa,
,e thereof. They are carried up to t
- heaven, and down again to the dee
- their soul melteth away because of t
20 trouble. They reel to and fro, a
IL stagger like drunken man and are
IA their wits end. So when they cry ur
the Lord in their trouble: He deliv
nd eth them out of their distress. For
L maketh the storm to cease; so that t
ne waves thereof are still. Then are th
ld glad because they are at rests and
he bringeth them unto the haven VIII,
on they would be. o that man wol
all therefore praise the Lord for his 90,
nd ness: and declare the wonders that
gs, doeth for the children of men!"
ito When the psalm was at an end he
an not close the book as usual, but
Ter looking down at it rather closely, as
snt the candles did not give enough igh
ew "Children," he began very soft
lifting his eyes, 81 have read, a
ave heard that psalm read, very often,
APPS never with the feelings that will he
ian after attach to it. When | was in t
nd dreadful peril, the sea raging arou
lck me, the frail boat tossed aloft on
[rs. these self-same words flashed across
ing mind, and I-even |, poor, weak, sin
re- man that | am-dared to cry aloud
the Lord to save me. l cried it W
4 my whole heart, and soul, and trust.
ere "And He heard you, papa. He sa
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