The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1877-10-31

Wilts i Will see thy lace no more.
The serpent quivered and irembled for
its hold. as he stopped aud kissed that
pure brow with deep grave reverence
then suffered the little clinging hand 10
lead him away.
The good old Cure stood at his garden
gate and shook his head az La Cora
as she came across the pretty church
yard.
ooh thou wicked golden hair wan
derino aeain vi,,,s, that black proved man,
whom the Prince Of Darkness seems TO
have marked for his own"
But the child's voice came plRinuvely,
ooh, father, cannot find him. When
/ call no voice answers me save the heart
less echo when | search ! see only my
own shadow"
''Let him bide or let him 60, ma file"
said the Cure, crossing himself "He b.
one sold to satan he hath banned himself
from the church and from his kind ho
fears not God, nor regards man. lie is
gone, ma file"
"Oh, not gone from me till be hath heard
my message" the plaintive tones came
again, as the white ROBBED form, with Cos
golden mantle of FURNISHED hair retreated.
towards the river, on, ON, still with his
name on her lips so full Of tender pathUs
and entreaty.
MAX oh, Max three days are gone
since thou hast left thy Cora to call thee
in vain"
Suddenly the light step paused, the
sad eyes brighted, and she sprang forward
like a fawn, as she caught sight of tho
form she sought
aCora, child, leave me alone with tho
dread companions you would supplaut--
tho relentless purpose the stern ven
geance you would rival with every loving
look and touch. i will not, dare not
give up; my brothers blood cries to
me from the ground. ! will have blood
for blood Child orangel, thou TEMPEST
thy Max in vain. Keep back, '-ho
stretched out his ARM cannot forgive,
and would not if could
How was it she stole within his guard,
and like a voice in dream, 50 far OIL,
vet so near, the music of that voice came
70 his ear.
lord, how oft shall my brother sin
against me and forgive him, until seven
times? And he answered and said
say unto you, not until seven times, but
until seventy times seven.
Why does the serpent in his bosom
lift its demon head in fierce terror and
loosen its hideous coils Why, when ho
tried to put her from him, could lac only
draw his arm close round her, as If 20 let
her go was death
:" Lay thy pure face upon this miscra-
BILE breast. o, child Of the Paradise thy
Max hath lost, for at thy touch the fell
serpent loosens its awful grasp. If j
could forego the vengeance which is my
life's purpose; if l could ever forgive my
brothers blood for thy sake"
/" For Christ's sake, Max, who died
laden with thy sins TO save thy soul
lie loves thee as Cora can never loyo
thee"
He suddenly held her of, gazing ON
her with the wondering reverence men
give to a saint.
"Child, know you what you ask of
me? Couldst thou do it Neither father
mother, brother, nor sister hast thou no
human being. as l had, in whom my
very soul was wrapped round, whom
every tendril of my heart chung to with "a
love that had no bound, who was first to
me in all the world !"
"Ah! Stay thee, Max / have one
l 4 love AS LnOu uhbk nhln 0iNA ANA WtA|''
welfare life would be but q light price,
and death loae its sting"
He started, and the direiul gloom ON
his brow deepened as he asked, still hold
ing her; mo-,
. Whom lowest thou so we'll"
Out of the spiritual eyes his watchiul
guardian angel surely looked, smiled half
sorrowfully as the gentle lips moved.
." Thyself."
There was dead silence for a minute
then, with a strange, incredulous look in
his eyes, he said under his breath
&" Am I in a dream is ii angel or
, spirit or child that hold is it possible
80 pure a being can love st. Mar, wild,
, scared, fallen as he is No ] have LOST
heaven and human love; it cannot be
} be true"
" 1t is true"
Soft and musical as the flowing water.
! at their feet came the answer and a new
strange, steadfast light flashed up into
! the wild, sorrOwful eyes.
, "Ah list thee, Cora, If indeed it d
the truth. Thou sayest forgive; but i
that man we're to lure me on TO ruin, @
forget thee, and then take my life
I could'st thou forgive?"
"Ah Max, not in mine own strength
,. but in Chrisrs, who forgave His murder
e ers. All what hath he done To thee d
comparison to the wounds thou has
given my Lord every hour Of thy litl
il every moment Of these twenty years
Il Vengeance is mine. Thou shalt not kiI
n saith God and thou mortal creature q
J. His hand hast dared to set aside th
It divine command, TO clasp to thy bosor
the demon of murder and sell TO Sata
=. the body and soul which thy Master hat
" redeemed at such a price The deaf
4 Of Christ hath paid thy ransom froi
- eternal death, and yet now thou ~-ucihc
:; Him afresh with the merciless sword ,
10 thy great sin Crush the thought Of Oh
dark crime beneath the weight Of Oh
cross leave justice to Him who gave lif
= and ere it is too late win pardon p
- Christ's sacrifice aud thy penitence. See
y the sun is sinking behind void and river
~ shall it go down yet once again upon th
> wrath?"
- "Cora, Cora, woman or angel, Chg
~ hast conquered. / have sinned grIo
~ ously teach me to repent"
7 The proud mans stately form WI
bowed down at her feet, hiding his pa
= sionate weeping in her white robe.
- might well have been an angel that bel
"a over him in deepest love and tendernea
ii with a heavenly JOY in her beauteo
- face as the choir above wears, when O
a messenger lays the tears Of repentan
before the great white throne. And
4 fore that priceless diamond the hideo
,as serpent loosed his last fell coil and h
: in terror away, away; for IL could d
live in the heart wherein the cross
Christ had been so well planted by
-. loving hand Of the pure being wl
henceforth ever at his side, was 30 le