The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1872-08-08

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With . very abject look Marshal
skunk down stairs, and out into tn,
streets. He did not care to GO home
but he wondered of into the meadows
where the dew was still sparkling OF
the grass. He could not get his ad
venture out Of his head; though
whenever he thought Of himself a. b,
appeared in the large looking-glass, b.
felt desire to creep away from thu
miserable grimy creature he had be-
come. To think that Gods eye dwell,
upon him was almost insupporta6le
but whenever this thought grew toe
terrible for him, the other words came
back to his burdened mind. The clean,
decent old lady, whose house he had
made 30 vile, had told him they were
true aud there was something within
which also testified that they were
true. He did not try to put them
away from him, and the two verses
passed through and through his
mind.
It was soon after midday that Mas
shall presented himself at Mrs. Bur-
toms door, with paint pot in his
hand. Martha answered his hesita-
ting knock, and opened the door wider
for him to enter.
You're the paint.r, ! suppose ?"
she said.
"Ay!" he replied.
"And sadly you're wanted" she
continued. There are finger-marks
everywhere = door-posfs, chimney
piece, aud lots Of places. To think Of
such o thing! Missis Is almost
crazy"
Marshall said nothing, but taking
of his boots at the foot Of the stairs,
followed Martha meekly. Mrs. Bur-
ton sat in the middle of the room, q
picture of dismay and grief. She Ut
tered little scream when che saw
him enter.
Please, lna'am," he said, Pm q
painter by trade, and TIL do my very
utmost to make it all sweet and clean
again. Pm very miserable, ma'am.
I'd do anything to make you amends. >
You cannot make me amends, .
answered Mrs. Burton.
But you'll forgive me, won't you
ma'am? And you'll let me paint oul
my marks?' said Marshall, in an
earnest tone.
II can hardly forgive you," she
answered "but I suppose I must
Yes; know l must. Forgive vi
our trespasses as we forgive them
that trepass against u.s. Yes; must
l forgive YOU"
And you'll let me paint out my
marks? ?" be pursued.
Mrs. Burton only nodded her heac
in answer aud Marshall proceeded
with most careful touch to effac,
all the marks of his grimy fingers
He felt very sad and humbled, an,
he often looked up to the verses upol
the walls.
"I've finished, ma'am," he said, q
last, "but shall never forget this oh
And shall never fOrRet those words
Thou God seest me, God II love, /"
He went home, but the words wen
with him, in his heart and In hi
mind. Poor Mrs. Burton, as soon .
she could recover from her vexation
sought out him and his family, ant
became their friend and teacher, striv
ing her best to bring them to realiz
more strongly than she had done her
sell, that God both saw and loved them
Her pride In her best room was great
" diminished, and che could neve
enter it without feeling again tn
shock she had suffered; but her hear
was made larger. II had been no ba
lesson for her.
Some few years after this Marshal
invited Mrs. Burton to take tea wit
him and his family, ON the occasion
of entering into a new house. 1t wa
not az large as her own, but it was q
exquisitely clean, and Marshall him
self was q man who would no longe
shock her fastidious neatness. In tn
sitting-room. where the family usual
assembled. he had painted upon tn
walls, In letters of many colors, hi
two favorite texts, Thou God sees
me, :" and "God is love.n
| "Ah!" he said, II never kne,
those words till that morning | sa'
them first in your best bedroom"
| Yes" answered Mrs. Burton
and never understood them SO we
be fore that time as l do now. Ye
yes; God secs us all, and God loves I
!."-AuthOr Of the Jessicd Books.