Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1872-02-23

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the twelve legions of angels ? Those
Jews had no right to take his life l"ann
I" They did not take it., Haroldl Il
was his-all heaven and earth were his
He was free-at the judgment-seat-on
the cross-in the gravel 1t was the
victory of Lowell 'Greater love hath nc
man this, that man lay down his life
for a friend And they were not t1even
that p ,ra,1 g.s-.Ielf troa,.,7,
| A great wave of emotion. swept. over
the boys frame, and left him still. Al
last, "his life for his friends r' he re-
| peated softly. Then lifting his head
he said in a voice strangely altered, ri
think it might be done!paa ta8id9 i.3d
| She looked into his face and knew
that she had won his heart Do YOU
wonder that she trembled? 1t is a fear,
1 full thing for one SOUL clinging fast be.
meath seething seas of doubt, to know
Iitself the only anchor of another near
to wrecking? God be thanked for that
human love which teaches the Divine
| For the power which shapes the little
acts and words of common life. into an
angels ladder, whose top is, lost in
cloudless heights. ~ -
Miss Waring walked ON now alone.
At the turn of the road, she epaused and
| looked back. 1t was quiet scene-Lthe
winding street bordered by double rows
of elms, aJcerturyi old; the white
church-spire gleamingthroug the clus-
| tering green. d On the right, visiblefr6m
her slight reminence, stretched the
meadows, green and undulating, en-
broidered by the silver thread of the
babbling creek; on the left, rose the
the pine-c clad hills, full of the weird
| lights and shadows of sunset.Ho The
chestnuts were in full bloom, their long.
pendant tassels bright against the. vivid
green of, their -luxuriant foliage. The
near hil[slopes were flushed with, drifts
Of laurel blossoms-some laughing chill,
dren were heaping them in their hands
like rosy snow. 6d 2'ati "9"f 1870 DITTO
The boy stood still where she hadleft
him, looking toward her, with the red
ligh Midas7like, touching his hair to
vivid gold. Through all the years, of
her life she would carry his image as he
was that night .' --,...-.t 49,.
She entered cottage whittier her
errand had been to offer her services as
W1oIA OlIO vi lICI IlUDi0
scholars, who lay sick. A neighbor
having been already engaged, Miss
Waring Begged to stay, at least until
she should come. 1t was late in, the
evening when she walked, home, and
Mrs. Moss, not expecting her, had re-
tired an hour before. She let herself
in with duplicate key which she car
ried, and went -noiselessly up stairs,
where she lay, for long time, sleepless,
but, about midnight, sank into deep,
dreamless slumber.
Outside, the cool wind blew fitfully
and dewy pearls stung themselves upon
the grass-blades. Night, with her mys-
terious processes of rest and growth,
folded her dark wings over all. ...s hr
But within the old house there was a
breath, subtle stir, a creeping, but not
of mice, in the wainscotting ticking,
between the measured beats of the an
cient clock upon the wall. *9 .ti - }
A late foOt-passenger upon the high
way started to see two windows glaring
redly on him through the darkness, like
demons eyes. Breathlessly he fastened
forward, and a great shout tore the still
air. ''is .'' ""
"Firel Fire |" Hi3a"s {"t. & H'}3i
Mrs. Moss leaped from her bed in ter
ror at the thunderous beating on her
door, to see, one-half the wall of her
room lurid, smouldering mass, which,
even as he rushed past it toward the
outer door, burst into live fame behind
her.
The street was already full of half
dressed people. .ssh'"@ "a'''A -t''''H"
"Miss Waring p cried half score of
voices - Where is she ?"1ra3 + "F@A
"Not here she did not come home
last night" came from the widows pale
lips. .,- ... -fI .i .ai....li4 H.
''Thank God for that p, ,.a; -.
And through it all-the tumult, the
shouting, the hurrying steps, the rush
of the destroying fire-she lay in that
strange, unbroken trance of Sleep No
one could reach her now; the whole
lower story of the old house was one
shell of fire, which burst through melt.
ing panes and smoking cIapboarding
Men, women, and children ran aimlessly
to and fro, orstood, as if fascinated, with
their useless pals and buckets in their
hands. et' Ga3- s.se.... f-t. 20.
Suddenly, a cryl Shrill, sharp, freez-
ing the very hearts blood of those who
heard 5'..'
She stood in the little gable window,
the black masses of her hair swee~ing
down her white robe, her hands out
stretched in anagony of fear and en-
treaty. A deep groan off'despair went
up from the crowd below, seeming to
her quickened senses to fall back from
the 1eaden sky with dull, hopeless re,
bound. She understood ali now. One
thrill of dreadful anguish from the
strained chords that bind every human
heart to life, and Margaret sWaring was
calm. ao0l}is0 ~ 9-ia Ybodyas
In that supreme moment, she seemed
to have outlived the, patriarchs. Life,
with all its hopes and fears So real last
night, t,seemed now long past and dreamy.
She felt the breath of eternity on her
sense. Yet, with mysterious double
sense, she was conscious of all the small
details of the scene. She saw thestrange
lights and shadows playing over the
horror or.stricken faces below, the vivid
outlines of the nearer trees against the
inky sky beyond, even the fiuttering of
frightened birds amid their branches. Y
Some of the old rHuguenot blood
burned in the. veins of this girl ), her
slender limbs were moulded of the pure
stuff out Of which martyrs were made.
An old hymn of her childhood sprang
to her lips; wild and sweet quaint melody
rang ttupon the air: gnid9a9F 81
s."'The Lord Becoming. is coming. =
In chariot Of fire ! v 80 gnigI
Fly up my soul. to meet HIM
NJ On the wings of thy desire" 0gf1H
There is a sudden movement In the
crowd, focal gathering OF adj eyes !
What do they see2 IT, sgegg ~ q