The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1877-07-19

for his ears, had come upon his senses
as fell the voice of the Risen One upon
Saul of Tarsus.
"We'H see !'' he said, setting his foot
firmly upon the ground, and then he
wended his way homeward
On the following morning he said to
his wife:
"Ellen, have you any coffee in the
house ?'
eyes, Tom" She did not tell him
that her sister had given it to her. She
was glad to hear him ask for coffee, in
stead of the old, old cider.
81 wish you would make me cup,
good and strong"
There was really music in Toms
voice, and the wife set about her work
with a strange iutter at her heart.
Tom drank two cups of the strong,
fragrant coffee, and then went out-went
out with a resolute step, and walked
straight to the great manufactory, where
he found Mr.. Scott in bis office.
''Mr. Scott, I want to learn my trade
over again.
"Eh, Tom what do you mean?'
81 mean that it's Tom Darcy, come
back to the old place, asking forgiveness
for the past, and hoping to do better in
the future"
"Tom, cried the manufacturer, start
ing forward and grasping his hand, Z" are
you in earnest? Is it really the old
Tom?" -
''It's what's left of him, sir, and we'll
have him whole and strong very soon, if
you'll only set him at work
"Work Aye, Tom, and bless you,
too! There is an engine to be set up
and tested to-day. Come with me-"
Toms hands were weak and unsteady,
but his brain was clear, and under his
skillful supervision the engine was set
up and tested but it was not perfect
There were mistakes which he had to
correct, and 1t was late in the evening
when the work was complete.
"How is it now, Tom?" asked Mr.
Scott, as he came into the testing house
and found the workmen ready to depart
"She's all right, sir. You may give
your warrant without fear"
"God bless you, Tom! You don't
know how like sweet music the old
voice sounds. Will you take your place
again?"
"Wait till Monday morning, sir. If
you will offer it to me then, [ will take
it."
At the little cottage Ellen Darcy's
futtering heart was sinking, That
morning, after Tom had gone, she had
found dollar bill in the cof}ee-cup
She knew that he left it for her. She
had been out and bought tea and sugar
and flour and butter, and bit of tender
steak and all day long a ray of light
had been dancing and shimmering be-
fore her-a ray from the blessed light
of other days With prayer and hope
she had set out the ea-table, and
waited, but the sun went down and
no Tom came. Eight o'clock-and al
most g.
Hark The old step! quick, strong,
eager for home. Yes, it was Tom, with
the old CRIME upon his hands, and the
odor of oil upon his garments.
81 have kept you waiting, Nellie.''
"Tom ?"
SO didn't mean to, but the work hung
on"
"Tom Tom You have been to the
old shop = .......
Yes, and I'm bound to have the old
place, and" I.
s'Oh, Tom! str
And she threw her arms around his
ueck, and covered his face with kisses.
"Nellie, darling, wait little, and
you shall have the old Tom back
again.
ooh Toni I've got him now-bless
him bless him my own Tom my h1ls-
band, my darling p
And then Tom Darcy realized the full
power and blessing of woman's love.
It was banquet Of the gods, was that
supper-of the household gods all re-
stored with the bright angel of peace
and love and Joy spreading their wings
over the board.
| On the following Monday morning
Tom Darcy assumed his place at the
head of the great machine shop, and
those who thoroughly knew him had nc
fear of his going back into the slough
of ioylessness.
\ few days later Tom met Peter Tindal
on the street.
'.Eh. Tom, old boy, what's up p
'' / am up, right side up
Eyes, I see, but [ hope you haven't
forsaken us, Tom"
81 have forsaken only the evil you
have in store, Peter The fact is, con
cluded that my wife and little ones had
fed on husks long enough, and, if there
was a good kernel left in my heart, or IL
my manhood, they should have it"
"Ah, you heard what [ said to my
wife that night % ac
Eyes, Peter; and I shall be grateful
to you for it as long as / live My re
membrance of you viii always be re
lieved by that tinge of warmth ant
brightness. rl5&
WHEN Mr.. Wendell Phillips was pass
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