Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1873-06-11

through the world BY the hard way, and
knows its the best way for you, after all
makes you His eOurades!"
These words we're not much. but through
them the preachers martial soul touched
the men. He lifted them on the keen,
magnetic points Of his eyes. When he
burst out again with his song about bear
ing the cross. their voices jOined with
mighty bass.
He spread his hands over them with a
short, loving benediction, and lea ped
down from the eask to shpke hands all
through his congregation, and ask special
questions.
It was dark. Tom could scarcely Ge-
6pe the young apostles face; yet when
that ardent hand pressed his, he felt he
had found a friend in the dark /; he wrung
it; wrung its fire and joy into his own
arm lifted his forehead and squared ais
shoulders turned his back on the river,
went back to-Ada and failure.
whether hope and happiness are for
me, or not, said Tom, "Ill get some
good out of life for somebody"
He stepped up the clearinghouse stairs
with a martial step. HollOw-eyed, his
hair damp with fog, you might have taken
him for a warriors ghost.
He opened his chamber door, and step
ped just inside, seeing Ada bundled down
by the window. Wishing with longing,
strong as his manhood, that he could
make ,eife Of her. Then rcproachcd
himself that he expected so much Of q
kitten. Resolved that he would make
the best and most of it, and not let hel
fret him any more.
But the face which Ada turned to hin
was not like any other face she ever show
ed him Now whether Ged did visit tha
woman and breathe into her living soul
| know rot. People have strange meuta
charges. Hers might have been grOwius
for years, like the century plant, but i
su ldenly burst into flower.
She got up and came to meet her hus
band. As a general thing, Ada was no
demonstrativc, though she expected ;
certain amout ofpettiug. She put he
hands on Toms clbows-she was two lit
tic to reach his shoulders--and looked in
to his eyes with a long, steady, tende
look, which made the tears swell out I,
his lashes, man though he was.
"Oh, my darling" breathad Ada
"I haven: ever been a real wife t,
you"
Not another word. And without ella
NOR and effusion. Was it Ada, or al
angel in her body?
Tom sat down and drew her on hi
shoulder. He heard her bre athing clos,
to his ear in the dark long-drawl
breaths; gurgling, sobbiug breaths. Anc
ground her to him; pressed her almos
into his heart his wts; who at las
knew the self.r.nunciation of love.
Did she. hold her husbands hands VI
afterwards? Did she divert him whei
he failed, sparkle proudly into his eye
when they succeed? ropounced new
dresses with continual Lenten humiliation
care little where they tented for the time
If Tom we're not hampered for money
Did she take ho.d foyally with him, ant
give her king the glory when victory wa
won?
She did. She actually did If 20,
we're to see that dear, stylish. charming
little Mrs. Tom to-day, bewitching he
husband, bewitching every man who ap
preached her. witk the honest charm of al
admirable womanhood, you would believ
it of her. For women can change them
selves, though in nine cases out of ten
they will not. Therefore, the safest in
vestmont is in the woman who doesn't neet
changing.
AS for my Tom, when he is on wave
top, he's waving his hat to cheer those VIII
aren't; and when he is down in tn
rough OF the sea, he shuts his mouth tigh
? and does his best.
"Llfe isn't rest says Tom. shakin!
sour-looking crabs by the hand. but witt
all his knocks, there's something royal il
holding out courageously till the last. In
? stead Of just stifening and going down
Glad l didn't Woods Household Maya
zine.