Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1877-11-07
'T0CK, W.T., WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 1872.

"We will see what destiny, John.
He took from you father, surely, but
YOU know 1t is well with him. He per-
mitted you to give up your chosen
life's work, and why? Because lie
had chosen something different for
you, and what the Master chooses is
sanctifed, John. He permitted you
watch over and care for your sister
Ellen. You saved her from a sad pit
fall. He has allowed you to be stay
and comfort to your bereaved mother.
He has given you apure-hearted, loving
wife, not rich in worldly goods, to be
sure, but then, you know, that poor
folks value love. Mrs. Barlow was
in here yesterday. She told me Of
her boy. Her wealth has not saved him
from the contamination thai assoclat,
ing with Jack Potter and his set all
most brought upon our Harry. What
saved Harry Your judicious coun-
sells and tatherly love, And yet you
say you can't do anything for youl
children. Mrs. Barlow wept when
she saw Annie-just the age her little
Winnie would have been had she liv.
ed. But her mothers wealth enabled
her to leave her child to the care OF
hire!ings, and she now feels that Win
ME might have been spared had pro
per attention been given the child
Her son no comfort and her daughter
dead"
Sadly John Grey pointed to Bertha
"No, John, Bertha, is YET alive, and
please God, she shall live in spite OF
the doctor. Good nursing is worth
more than anything else, and that she
has. The Great Physician can heal
now as well as in the days when they
whispered the tidings that Jesus Of
Nazareth passeth by. ~
Jennie, | am rich, though only a
poor workingman." And John Grey
took up the little tin pail, and, with q
kiss tor the little pale faced child and
one for the brave.hearted Christian
wife, started forth to his dali toll. A
few steps from the door he encounter.
ed Frank Barlow. The mans heart
warmed toward him, and, with 9
sympathetic feeling, he stopped i'm.
pulsively and laid his hand on the
boys shoulder.
"Frank, laddic, I'm only poor
worklngman, but you are just the age
OF my boy, and I'm sorry for you.-
Where have you been =? Not tresl
from home this morning il this
plight q and he looked at the lads
untidy appearance. "Was the whole
night not too long TO spend at Robin
sons low drinking hole With sucl
fellows as Jack Potter, when the dea1
mother, who would have yielded he
lite for you, was alone at home watch
ing and waiting for the only sou, who
should he her comfort instead of he
disgrace, her blessing ms stead Of he
bane ?
II know, Frank, that some woulG
tell me was meddling with what wa
none of my business, but you are to-
much Of a gentleman for that. | wan
to help the needy. | can't do it will
money, for that | don't possess bu
take a little counsel from me, if an
only poor workingman. You hav'
the future before you; don't stain i
all with sim
"Nlr. Grey" and the boy caught hi'
hand, you're the best friend I've got
excepting my mother. if you are
workingman. Look after me a little
won't you, as if | was Harry, tor Iv'
no father 2"
The promise was given in the tight
ening hand grasp rs they parted.
"A few blocks further on and Johl
Grey heard a quick scream of fear
He sprang to the middle Of the street
and drew back the frightened
child. The lady with her, somewha
deaf, resisted a moment ere she saw
the danger. All, that moment! Th
spirited horse struck him down ant
the carriage rolled over the prostr
ate man.
Home-home they bore John Grey
A few hours of agony and his eye
closed forever to earth. Poor Jennie
With a grand flourish he was born
to the church in an elegant rosewood
coffin, presented by the man who's
careless driver was responsible TO
John Grey's death. John would rath
er it had been plain pine box, fo
the balance of the money would hav
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