Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1873-04-25

mo, she casts me from her. 4t!4p ,s
sShe loves you, but she fears your
& FAULTS
Pray. what may those faults be p
The eyes looked up from the palm Oh
which they had restel. She looked pitt.
fully up from under the shaggy brows into
the mans face.
That is all"
No, tits not ALL
"Why-why-she thinks
"What p
''She thinks you are generous before you
are just. She thinks you are splendidly
selfish"
"Indeed What neat This is inter.
esting"
"she thinks you are selfish, partly
through selflove, partly through Difference
tboughtlessness."
Ito her?''
"Oh no You wouldn't put dia.
mond on her finger and-for instance
neglect to pay your laundress."
.sAnd then q
''You remember your business and
pleasure. You make large subscriptions
and fine speeches. You forget to give the
cup of cold water -
go on
"You have no deep tenderness Of human.
ity-no great love, like the love of Christ y
These words came slowly and with
desperate effort.
'sAnd that's my sentence Has she not
one redeeming thought for me %
''She thinks you have great slumbering
soul that has never been been awakened
The man had a fine face. Now it Grim
soned over, and was full Of emotion. He
stood silent Suddenly he took the old
woman's hands (Which were small and
white) reverently between his own, and put
them to his lips, saying
"Now do not wonder that she despises
ms-she, the selfish woman, Sibyl you
have awakened me"
| He hurriedly left the room, soon with.
drew from the wild merriment of the par
lors. went to bis hotel, entered his room
and locked the door. Then he sat down
at the table and put his face between his
hands. The clock struck one, two. Still
he sat motionless. [ cannot tell you what
he thought. Some of the greatest battles
are without single witness. There was
look of great humiliation on his face. He
at length rose, and opening his desk, drew
forth small dust colored volume. 1t open
ed on the words
"ono thing 7 know whereas, was
blind, now see.'
His compressed lips seemed to assent -
70 +ho
pages. Suddenly-for he was resolute
)man) he made great VOW. You could
see it in the lips and eye in fact, the whole
face and figure told it besides he ejacu.
lated +:
$50 help me God "
Meanwhile the old fortune-w woman glided
from the room where the young man had
left her and, in no inirm manner, sprang
up the long stairway, and shut herself in
her room. She removed the gray old mask,
revealing pale and troubled face, out Of
which all the merriment had died.
"They are all hollow days." she said -
"There are no holidays l am an old, old
woman-a thousand years old I'm always
biting my own nose off. Other people do
not question themselves or turn censor to
others and they are happy, l suppose l
am very tired, my heart and
She YEARLY uubraided her hair, and
knelt down by the bedside, and asked of
God a New Years gift-for that other one
whom she had lost, and for herself She
asked piteously for the gift of peace, and
then she went to sleep
The holiday passed away. Weeks and
weeks followed in it's train. The young
man was ''little child" inasmuoh as he
was learning the mystery Of soul over
self
At length one day note passed through
the mail These were the words
"Dear sorceress If come and lay a
true purpose in your palm, will you tell my
fortune for me ?"
The answer was this .~.
Come" ueLtt 81
He went, and the fortune was told just
as many and many fortune is told in this
world. It was sweet but sacred little
scene, so let US not curiously peer into it..
Just 10 the dusk of the next New Years
eve, again two persons stood by window
looking out upon the night The snow
fakes were falling, and one by one the
lamps were lighted. Now it was mar
and woman side by side Two hearts had
come together, and abont them had gathered
} that mysterious atmosphere that we cal
home.
She said
'After all, Charley, holidays are not hol
: low days, are they 2"
"No. darling" he replied; "they are full
and rich-full OF love and peace rich with
good will towards men,
So life is very much what the hear
makes it,
DIVORCE OF THE BLIND PREAcHER.-A
! TooL...;N, Tl1;,o;, On SATURDAY. loct I'll.