Weekly Trinity journal., 1876-06-10


at any hour between 6 in the morning
and o in the evening has man the right
to be buried, nor will any amount oI
cursing ON the part of those who are
charged to see him safely laid under earth
put him in tho wrong.
So the hearso started quito noiselcssly
aud slow. Its wheels turn quietly in the
spongy snow and its horses footballs trod
on the spongy carpet with muflled sound
scarcely audible. The flakes continued
falling, and tho caprcious wind blew
drifts of them into the aged coach
mans face. The master of the ceremon
les had to keep his hand on his cooked Int
to prevent it from flying off, and the
wind took advantage OF his comparativ,
helplessness to initiate his cloak behind
him like a balloon, or to whirl il between
his legs at street corners, and in so doing
dash little puffs of snow into his ears and
down the napc of his neck, causing him
TO swear for he was man who stood
much upon his dignity, and did not like
to be rendered ridiculous by the elements.
An the while there was not soul in tho
streets-not II dog, or a cat; nothing but
snow and wind playing their pranks in
darkness Of winter morning, mid thor
ough fares so silent that II looked ns
though the whole city had gone to sleep
never to wake again.
And yet, no for at the turning of the
street window, behind which light
had boen burning all night, was opened,
and tho head ofa young girl OF twenty
poeped out timidly into tho darkness, the
light in the room forming II golden frame
work Mt her back
She was seamstress, and had been
sewing ever since morning the day be
fore, at ball dress that was wanted for
Il great lady who could not wait. On
the stroke of six she had finished her last
weary stitch, and had been celebrating
whether she should lie down and take a
little rest before commencing new day s
labors, when mn impulse--what impulse,
and how to account for IL Y-had attract
ed her to the window to see what kind o.
weather il was. At sight of .he hears,
, looming like an appartion, SO black ant
so melancholy in its solitariness tho seam
stress gave slight start, and the coach
man fancied he heard mingled with the
soughing of tho wind mn exclamation
like 3" Poor soul !" Then the window
closed. and II minute afterwards tho young
girl issued from the house likea shadow
tripped lightly across the road and tool
her stand behind the hearse, to follow Il
his or her grave this unknown human
boing who had no friend.
She was of lrail build and had no shawl
but the snow rs it descended in light
pure flakes seemed to wrap her with in
finite tenderness in II cloak more dazzling
than wedding garment. And perhaps
tho white carpet which heaven had laid
down was not too cold under her kindly
feet, and perhaps the winter wind made
itself warm TO play about her sweet face,
which two tears of pity had bcdewed
Anyhow she walked without appearing
to heed snow or blast, but intent only OF
tho deed of charity she was performing
towards ono whom she felt to be in kin
ship with her since his paupor's hearse
proved him to have belonged when alive
to the great brotherhood ofthe poor aud
miserable.
Still slowly the hearso proceeded, fol-
lowed by its one young mourner, until al
shop, young journeyman who had beer
working at the ovens all night, came on
on his way home. To bakers, day Is n
r night and night as day. This journey
man who was twisting comforter roun'
, his throat lifted his cap, at first uncon
cernedly, to tho hearse, but as he did s,
the light Of gas-lamp streaming on
the seamstress enabled him to recognize
her. Surprised, he darted at once into
the roadway, bareheaded, and held ou
his hand.
What, Marie, is that you? This il
no relative Of yours, hope?'
"No, don't know his name," sale
Marie, with an artess smile "but i
seems SO wrotched to see him going tC
the ccmetry in this cold alone"
"And so you followed him All,
that's just like your goodnessl But you
will DO catching cold yourself, more like
ly than the dead man. Here, take this
wrapper and my jacket"
No, don't feel cold" said Marie
"but are you coming too ?"
"IIow can you ask ?" answered th,
workman. "Of course | shall go where
ever you CO."
" Hush I" said Marie, gentlyi and
they walked on together side by side,
Isaac Mosacker having now two mourn
ers instead Of one.
Note that all this had been done and
said without the cognizance or priyity oil
the master Of tho ceremonies, who was
too much occupied with tho state Of the
roads in front OF the hearse 20 pay any
attention to what was going on behind.
He was therefore astonished, almost mys-
titled, when, on reaching the cemetry, lac
saw two young people stop from behind
the vehicle, and watch, with heads bent,
while the coffin WAS being lifted out and
placed beside the open grave.
A rabbi was IN attendance. black
bearded man, with long gown, who
was not in the best OF temper st having
been reused out of bed SO early-and no
began to gable prayers. AT this junet-
ure Marie pulled the sleeve OF her com
panion.