Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1877-01-18

command even :he mean things they
spurn. But want is puritys great
est foe, ana charity should be rich
indeed to MANY fallen one.
Men who live in the hannts o. vice
are generally very good judges of
those their will can conquer, but Har-
old Clargham WAS deceived in Agnes.
She worked faithfully, but repelled
all his advances with a scorn and
contempt tLat was exasperatlng to
one of his low and base nature, so he
discharged her.
By strict economy she managed to
keep h r. squalid attic room for a
month after leaving Ciarshams EN-.
ploy. Then winter and sickness came
and she MAS thrust forth one stormy
evening, to go, she knew not where.
Sne wandered aiml ssly along the
streets, and WAS josted and stared at,
but she needed it not she saw brill
Iant lights, but Stunned these, and at
last came to the docks
The tall ghostlke masts OF the
ships Ioomed up against the dark
and h 'avy ouIs. The waves came
moaning among the wharves and Yes
sells, and the SCUM seemed the death
song Of d passionate, broken heart -
there was sob an wall in the rlS.
ing wind that fitted well with the
scene.
Alone, for the gloom had made all
other mortaIs seek the Z Iare OF tn"
we'll lighted street, she watched the
river flow ing on to the ocean She
could dlmly see it through space
/ 1t open at the end OF he " hart where
on she stood, and it looked Very cold
and dark and still. She walked slow
iv toward it. and at last stopped jus,
above its >h,!owy flow.
IL is only step, she thought, and
then leaned against the large post
that stood 1T the corner Of the wharf,
aud sighed verify, and sob shook
her poor, Weak form.
Oh, if he had only loved the y
lie sand, b At there was no HhlSprr OF
hope to CO ntort her, and she md not
know he had been seeking for her 'in
ring all the long months of her sat
Ipring that even now he Was near tier,
Watching, though he did not know 1t
was she.
4 vii, end it now, she cried bit
terIv, 'and may God have mercy on
my soul
Then she attempted to spring into
the rivers cod embrace, hut a Slro Z
hand held her b eek. She turned, and
from a assing veSsel came Il CLEAN Of
ngnt that ran across the Il ,rk waters
ny the face OF the wharf aud at last
ut their faces.
Agnes, darling!
Everdrd !! and she sunk insencible
at hls ie-,.
He took her il his AIMS and bore
her back into the lighted streets
People stared at him, and wondering
looks and questions t)llowpL hun, bar
lie needed nothing, and carried the
thin form, that Was Ii sht as II babe 5
to lin, on to his hotel where lie laid
her on his bed and chaftI the cold
hands and teet, bnt she gave no sign
Of returning consciousness
Then he physician came md grave
| al. L., ,t
she will recover, lie said, and if she
does her Ieason will doubtless be
clouded.
Everard Dae's soul sent up a silent
prayer to God Save her, good Faith.
err; give Inc time and chance to show
her now love her, and long tor heI
forgiveness, and God heard and al
swered his prayer.
1t was after .ong weeks OF watch
ing a I'd care that Agnes Dale opened
her eyes to consciousness and SAW hel
husband bending over her, II gres,
love and tenderness in his eyes, anc
heard IA voice say, softly: Forgive
Inc and love me again, my own dar
ling.
Her weak hand sought his and the
wasted fingers closed around it, the
light pressure telling him that he wa.
, loved and forgiven. Experience har
made him tender and loving. as vel
AS strong and true, ana when Everarr
Dale bent down aud kissed his wlte
thin lips, the kiss spoke to her SOU
aud told it what it most longed tl
hear.
As from darkness comes light, as
from the rough seed springs the bean
itnl flower, and from the GOODNESS OF
f winter is born the g lory OF sp'lnS. sc
, iroln sorrow and pain came trust and
owe and ipv to these two souls.
Nv story i finished ard though it
may spem that i, is founded on II little
, ii lug still all lives are made up OF
such, and were it not for the little
Joys and glad spots in them, they
, would be dark indeed. II we will
consider the feelings Of others-ltt
+ the one be considered hold the posi-
, tion of wife, child, friend or stranger,
it matters not which-we will find
. that our thoughts will meet with fewer