Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1872-02-15

viii Tile rest OF humanity the tddency
TO preserve consistent reputation How
ever, he consented eagerly to her fquest.
She took care to let few silent mments
pass IN which the memory of therecent
outbreak might settle down in chi con-
straint between them, and drew Inn on
to speak of things he understood-habits
OF bird or beast, secrets of wod and
water-course gained, as she rightly con-
)ectured, through many day of ruant-
ship, and atoned for, night by nigh, with
pitiless stripes.
She praised again his skill with the
knife, and he told her of old Antn, the
Swiss wood carver, who had oce So
! journed in the village, with his ,uaint
costume and broken speech, AM his
thrilling stories of life among mountains
and glaciers
90, Miss Warning" he cried nut at
last, quite carried out of himsif by
enthusiasm, " / should like to go here !
somewhere, anywhere-to be free .
Miss Waring laid her gentle handupon
his head
MY boy u she said, 'even hee, at
home, you may be more than fee--a
king y
His eager eyes were on her face. Her
! solemn, tender voice went on
He that ruleth his own spirit is letter
than he that taketh city A lhrder
conquest, Harold-a prouder victory"
The boy breathed heavily, and his eyes
| sank, dim with film of unshed ears
They worked while in silence, the the
| teacher took out her watch
:" 1t is tea-time," she said 81 am Eoing
your way tonight. Shall we wax to-
! gether ~
Deacon Thorn, from his work d the
! garden, bowed to Miss Waring as they
! drew near"
81 must beg your pardon, Mr. Tlprn, y
she said, for having kept Harold S, late.
/ l wanted his help about a bit of work |
was doing"
I'm very glad, miss, if you can make
him of any use. It's more than ANYBODY
| else can"
arithmetic, Mr.. Thorn. / am quite prouC
of him"
"Well, the terms but just begun
new broom, you know, miss ~
She saw the old hard look darken owe,
the boys face.
s"God give me patience with this mani
! blindness !" her soul cried out, as sh'
| turned to pass on her way. She would
have hidden Harold goodnight, but h,
still walked at her side, his heavy brows
| knit and lowering.
"You see how it is p he burst out a
! last. There's no use ~
! Harold" she answered, "nnke yOul
father trust you This is a part of the
| battle. You are not coward, to fly al
| the first onslaught ?"
| "A coward Nor His face famed
but it seems to me cowardly to bed'
! things. Tn sick Of meekness and pa
tiencc, the right check, and left cheek,
and all that - There's that Gridley-you
know him, Miss Waring? He came to
me when / was in -" He stopped
short with hot flush, and his listener felt
instinctively that the word Jail had al
most passed his lips.
"Hc came to me once, and told me how
awfully wicked was, and talked about
meckness and forgiving ones enemies
he when had seen him fog his oxen
in the furrow. Miss WaIinG, till the skin
lay all in bloody wclts, because his
ploughsharc broke against a rock. ! hate
shams n'
Harold, what makes the sham? Isn't
it the real behind it? If there were nc
silver dollars, would they make pewter
ones, do you think If there were NJ
truth, would there be any lies =
The boy was silent moment, then ht
said impetuously.
You know that chapter you read TINS
morning? Why didn't he ask for the
twelve legions of angels Those Jews
had no ri0ht to take his liieN"
"They did not take ii, Harold II was
his-all heaven and earth were his lie
was free-at the judgement scat-on the
cross-in the grave! II was the victory
of love! Greater love hath no man
than this, that man lay down his lie
for a friend And they were not even
that -
A great wave of emotion swept over
the bows frame, and left him still. AT
last, "his life for his friends ~ he re-
peated softly. Then lifting his head, he
said in voice strangely altered, II think
it might be done 2"
She looked into his face and knew that
she had won his beart Do you wonder
that she trembled d? 1t is a fearful thing
for one soul, clinging fast beneath seeth-
inc seas OF doubt, TO know itself the
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 read she paused and looked
back. II was quiet scene-thc winding
street bordercd by double rows OF elms, IA
century old the white church-spire CLEAN
ing through the clustering green. On the
right, visible from her slight emineno,
stretched the meadows, green and undu.
lating, embroidered by the silver thread
of the babbling creek on the left rose
the pine-clad hills, full of the weird lights
and shadows of sunset. The cbestnuts
were in full bloom, their long, pendant
tassels bright against the vivid green OF
their luxuriant foliage. The near hill
slopes were flushed with drifts Of laurel
lossoms-some laughing children were
heaping them in their hands like sorry
snow.
The boy stood still where she had left
him, looking toward her, with the red
light, Midas like, touching his hair to
vivid gold. Through all the years OF her
life She would carry his image as he was
that night
She entered cottage whittier her err
rand had been to offer her services as
nicht-watchcr with one of her little schol-
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