Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1877-09-06

she began to sing them; then stopped shor'
and turned her face toward her aunt.
"Do you remember the last time l sang
those words, aunty? 1t was to papa and Ru
pert in Richmond, two years ago. Two years
ago. And now one is dead, and the other is
also dead"
Her voice and manner were composed, but
Miss Howard started at the sound of name
once so familiar, yet which had not been Ut
tered within those walls for so long. She put
aside her work, and drew her chair nearer the
couch which had now become Sara's accus'
toned place. -.
Eyes, my darling, dead to us-and we will
pray God to forgive him the wrong he has
DONE"
"'Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive
those who trespass against u.s." l hope l say
it from my inmost heart, aunty. God
knows"
HE does know-aud you have this com.
fort, dear child-'He doth not willingly at
f1ict the children of men,
Sara was silent for few moments looking
far off at the rosy sunset clouds which crown
ed the horizon. Then she took up volume
which lay beside her, and read aloud
"sAas my God, had I only loved Thee;
If had raised my head alo In Heaven,
From passionate affections sheltered there,
had not now been crushed before my time
Phanoms had not displaced my brilliant dreams'"
1t was the book he had forbidden her to
read-Ah did his ickle heart foretell how
keenly that story would some day portray the
desertion, the anguish, the regret, the remorse
to 4. lea-sAAt- y-Aae--Al,----,-.--
agone! Had he already forgotten the solemn
oat taken then to be faithful to her who now
lay upon the borders of the shadowy world
brough hit thther by his'cruelty? Saras heart
did not ask these question-alas that was
now past When she had called upon him in
the silent hours of night for some clue to this
mystery-some light in this horrible, oppress.
ing darkness-he had made no reply. Only
that voice which reaches the listening ear
amid the roar of thunder and earthquake
that "stil small voice" had whispered "Be
stiN :" and was her solace when all else failed.
As she read those lines, so pathetic, so regret
full, the stricken soul felt each word with re-
doubled earnestness. She lay silent, remem'
bering all the past-calmly reviewing the
years of her idolatry, and looking with infinite
;oy and trust towards the end which was now
drawing near.
She took her auut's hand and held it ten
derly between hers.
"Dear aunty, would you be very lonely
without me?" There WAS glad light shi-
ming in her sunken eyes. 81 think / must
20 soon. Obi have been so weary here }! l
want to 90 home to my dear mamma and pa
pa, and be at rest"
my darling" but Sara went on.
"Don't try to keep me, dear aunty You
know as we'll as I do that the time is short
now. Perhaps l was wrong to have refused
when you wanted to consult DR.. Norton for
me-but don't want to live. The last may
be painful, but it will be brief-like dear
papa, you know. Oh, what a happy moment
it will be-! Aunty," she continued directly,
as Miss Howard's tears fell silently upon the
thin white hand lying in hers, "when heard
that Ada had lost her husband l murmured
at my harder lot; you know it would not
have been such bitter grief to be allowed to
weep over his grave. I envied Ada when
they said she wept night and day, and at last
exhausted, fell into stupor. That sorrow
seemed so small compared to mine-this
voiceless, fearless woe. But have overcome
it all now Aunty, if I have impiously
charged Him with injustice in my great mis-
cry, 1 humbly hope and believe that all is is
forgiven now. "Though He slay me, get aoilI
I trust in Him."
She ceased, and turned her face towards
the window No other words we're uttered /;
but the two sat hand in hand watching the
sun 20 down-two lionel y women to whom
God had given His love in place of all other.
Oh, gift of great price! Beyond all earthly
change, and full of unspeakable tenderness
Surely that woman is blessed who, like Mary,
has this divine hope to comfort when all 9TH
ers have fed!
AS twilight came on, Miss Howard rose,
and seeing Sara had fallen into quiet sleep,
threw shawl over her and left the room.
Scarcely half hour had elapsed when she
returned, and approached the couch. Sara
had not moved. The dark hair slightly dis
hevelIed by the night. breeze, shaded her face !;
one hand supported her cheek, and false Ru-
pert's star shimmered over the dusky land.
scapc and illumined the transparent brow.
Miss Howard paused as the lamp-light fell
upon the figure, lying there in such uncon-
scious grace. Repose was stamped on every
limb and linea1l1ent: it was as if she had
found the rest she long craved-rest for body,
heart and soul.
The plaintive tones of that voice yet lin
gered in her aunt's memory, she seemed again
to hear the words, so full of weariness of
earth and longing for heaven.
my poor darlingp she murmured, placing
her hand lightly upon the marble brow
marble in its purity, and cold in the chill of
death. Her last prayer was answered and
Sara Howard was at rest.
"The weary bark long tossing off the shore,
Shall find haven when the storm so'er,
The wandering bee it's hive, the bird its nest, 49,.
And tho lone heart in Heaven-a home of restP'
sa- Prompt and reverent obedience is an ex-
celent feature in child's character. Some
children spend more time in grumbling and
fretting when told to do particular work
than in doing it. The grumbling boy grows
up to be disagreeable man. The peevsh girl
is insuferable when she becomes woman.