Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1876-06-02

llemprst The sun looked forth 0u Ot .
heavy mist, and sent before him clouds
robed IN gorgeous drapery of gold and
purple. The dayspassed over, scorching,
|sultry and silent. = But towards night the
st.'rm broke. and, the evening set in wild
and wet. The gloom was impenetrable,
save when the darkness was rent apart by
|s fitful flash Of lightning, brief. but terri
IDLY bright.
It was nearly midnight, and still the
bishop sat py the small table in his pleas
ait study vt the rectory. Sonetjmes he
read; then he would lay the BOOK aside,
lapd listen to the wall, the d.solate tramp
|cf thu winds without At last there came
L knock At the door, and the bishop, draw
ing his dressing gown about him, was 60.
ling down stairs when he heard it opened
|by Jennie, the OLD housekeeper.
"Why. child, is this yod.-- in this Tread
full storm? and what do wantt,'' he heard
her ask; and then low, sweet voice made
|answer:
"O'd Dame Msrgery is dying, JENNIE.
and I was staying with her all alone. She
|k-pt ol,rieking out for-s minister--to pray
10y her hejsde, and felt that I could not
hope for m. rcy in my own last hour il /
|disregsr ed ber prayer. There was no
one else to come. and thoug Tom
would harnrss the horse and take the rec
tor hack with me-"
&c me in, cDme in. you strange child. v
said Jennie n.andingly. "As for you,
you won't 90 back till daylight; and the
master is sick, and can't be disturbed, lei
alone the asking him to 70 out in such 9
storm as this.''
| ''Oh, but jimmie, you must not keep Ine
II no one can 60 with me, must go back
alone. l should never rest again il lef
poor Margery. there to die, with no watch
|er but the storm. No, no, Jennie, mus
'|gc."
"You are right" said Bishop Blake, ad
1ancing TO the door, ''You shall 60. ant
will 60 with you,' and he laid hrs hant
lon Lily Whites tresses, all w.t. with tn
storm. ''Jennie you need not call Tom
just, give me = len,ern, and I can harnrs
my hofse myself. as l. have done many
worse night lnan this. Take this poo
Ichild into the study IN the me time
There il q good fire there, and she vii
|g.t warm: and then give htra glass o
Imulled wine. If yon have tit will keel
her from getting c"lI."
Never before had L ly Write rev rencet
lt.n bishop go deeply rs when he stOod b!
lher side at old Dame Margrry,s dying bed
soothing the terror Of the dying woman
land pointing her FIR salvation TO the eros
|ou winch her God mad suffered His clear
deep tons rose above the vail of the bias
|evef1 "a above all the storms and tesDpta
tions of life may be heard the ''still, smsl
voice" guiding Us on our way to heaven
'|I'he terror stricken heart was cslmed. th
weak faith strengthened, ana when at las
Dame Marg'fy fill asleep, it was with
; emile on her face.
Three weeks after, as Lily White walk
led ,Ione in the clear moonlight. . tai
slsta,ely figure joined her, end rich. ear.
lest voice murmured. Lilly White, I lot
: you, rs Inever loved woman. When sav
q you standing, at the rector's door. tha
ldrradfal night, I wondered that ha
never before noticed your delicate and q
bleeding beauty. But it IL not Tor that
Glove you. If every thread Of your sunny bsi
lie dear Is ny own life, IL 70 not becaue
!. .lihey are 70 beautiful in their golden hue
. but, Lily, there was band 70 knit you
p|hesrt to mime, in that night watch By th
a|dying. loved you then for your Garner
Hath, your sublime. fearless courage, yoo
! lunselAshness and strength Of, purpose.
t|is love which. would last, It ths fair H.
e elshould wilt on the stalk. and the grsce'r
vIfgure be bowed by age. Will you let m
leo 1--we you, Lilyt Will you BE- my wife!
j did not hear Lily whi,e's answer.
sIonly know that when the hsrvesl-mOc
!. lsmiled upon RyeAeld, she wss poor an
: len orphan no longer. She slept on tru
. heart, strong arms sheltesed her. fon
I lvoice called her name, and the bseho
4 d,dn't leave Ryedeld without kettin
!, lmarSied ..51 s,l