The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1871-11-16

plainly Allan DYING
neing
Sc. .urcly II 8. buta question q
time We may save him 70 prolonged
and useful life 81 we can remove the cause
II iHc disease Have YOU nos obscry q
how pale and thin be has growns and
haye SOU not marked how often thc pain
comes from his heart Alas! poor Allan
I dare not tell him how near be i 70 tho
brink spoke with him once-a few
days ago-upon thc subject. I told him
there was danger
You told him. And how did Il affect
hm2
He ouly smiled and shook bis head,
Smiled
les but with tear, IL bis eyes. he
said II he could only leave his wife and
child comfortably provided for, he should
be willing to 20 That was when be had
great pain iu bis heart
Mary rose and went and placed her
hand on the doctors shonldcr
Uncle Raiph-do you--do vou tell
me truly
only tel you what ! fear, my child,
llyou what /. possible may, inevitable
sooner or later, II Allan continues 10 be
overworkcd But do not tell him what !
told Won, Il might break him down a;
once. He must not fail aud die now, IN
the noontde Of life, ii mortal power can
save him. But ms little girl, you mus:
be prepared the blow may fall at any
time. These heart troubles are treacher
Gus. II Is for You TO make his pillow
smooth, and give him comfort for the few
short days that
/ Oh, my soul? Allan must not die
/ Better, thousand times, that should &c
aud leave him to use his bright aud useful
/ life.
Dr. Graham drew his weeping niece Ia
/ his bosom, aud gently whispered:
Stay with him, Mary, and give him
/ strength, and hope, aud courage. While
/ | give him such medicine as have to
give, lie it yours to draw him from hi,
labors, when you can, and make the bur
den light. Let us do this aud lcsye the
rest with God.
After her uncle had gone, Mary moved
about the house like one awakened from
"a troubled dream, gathering up the
threads Of The past, and weaving them
/ into the woof Of the present. How the
old love burned up, and how dear Is hel
were the memories of the brighter times!
/ Her husband dying?-oh, it could not be
lit should not be.
And yet--and yet--what could she dc
i if the die were fatally cast? All She
could bless him while he lived. Yes, she
could do that
That evening, when Allan Moore Ie
turned to his home, his wife met him j.
the hall, and put her hands up 10 his
shouldt r. and then kissed him.
You are late, Allan, dinner has beer
waiting for you.
But YOU have not waited Mary?
Yes, Allan, could not eat alone thii
evening.
You could not?
He spoke like one in a dream,
No. wanted the light of other days
Allau--the light which only your pres
enee can give.
Aud she helped him to remove his over
coat aud when he pulled off his boots
aud put on the slippers which she hat
ready for him, she led the way TO the q n
ming room.
His old fivorite dishes, the silye
bright and clean; the china, drinking Thu
gaslight into the translucent substance
the napkins, white, like snow; and tn
food as she knew he preferred it; and
above all, her own face, wearing a smil
of the old sweetness, presiding over th
scene.
Was he dreaming, or was il real? al
most afraid to speak, lest breath nigh
di,pel tic happy Illusion, he drank il
the joy of the OCCASION. When the mea
was concluded, Allan rose from the table
Now, now, Allan. Where arc you 60
|, ing;
70 ny own room, Mary | have pa
/, pers 10 copy
Cannot another do your copyingt
These arc papers which | dare not trus
TO other eyes,
But son will trust me, Allan:
Trust--you! He was IN the drear
again.
Ycs. II you will explain to me th
work, aud leave them with me to-morro'
7, aud | will copy then for you. Yo
know write well.
+ Mary
. o., Allan! my husband,-my ow
irue loyc,-she had now moved up an
4 laid he hand upon hi. shoulder -you At
y working too bard II YOU will bet N
> help sou, win help sou, ! win help 70
e now; aud by-and.by you shall rest. W
o vii 20 away among the green fields an
a the brooks, aud The bills.
9 Macy, my darling What music
ttiss lfc took hcr 10 bis bosom, with b
. arms lplncd closely around her.
: Allan. | have been unmindful of yol
: good, and have been very miserabl,
hui il will be 50 no more, if son viii !
mo help your II sou wiil lean upon n
y sben sou are weak, and test upon II
bosom when ca are III pain you "
forgive me tof al tbe wrong and the {
I" rot ] uiil bless Heaven and take cou