The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1877-08-06


with happt heart.
A voice floats out from one OF the
rooms below
"There's a fullness in Gods mercy
Like the fuIlness of the sea-"
Gods mercy the mercy that has been
around her since her birth. The mercy
that has so clothed her life with bic g.
in.s and led her gently through lehs-
ant paths up to this night in her life
this happy night.
Her heart is fun of thanks sgiving as
she rises from her knees. The thought
OF that wide mercy seems all around ner
as she closes her eyes in sleep.
How long she slept she could not tell.
She is awakened by dulf roar, and the
smell of burning wood. She springs up
in terror, and rushes to the door only to
find the stairway in flames.
The smoke pours IN in Volumes-lt
blinds, it stiles her. She flies to the
window, her hands outstretcued. She
sees the crowd below with their faces
red in the light OF tue fire, where only a
few short hours before the starlight lay
sleeping on the grass and flowers.
The flames are coming nearer-nearer.
VIII NO one see her? viii no one hear
herP
Evidently in the excitement and con-
| fusion she has not been missed.
| over the road comes tigure-the fig
| ure OF a man.
He is bounding along-his breath COM
ing gasplngly from between his parted
| lips.
| Nearer-nearer. He sees her white
| dress III the fame-ight. He shouts to
| the crowd-they Will not hear his voice;
1T Is drowned III the roar Of the flames.
lie remembers the roUm-her room.
I a hnI Ia Il H.. T.
| has been with him through all his wan-
derings, that has never left him in all
these years. The face that he has seen
| SHINING down on him from the clear,
cold Arctic heavens, and the soft Italian
| skies; the lace that has been the one,
| bright star that has led him Oh and on
up 10 this night, this golden summer
| night, that but an hour ago held for him
such perfection of joy.
He sees the little white hands
stretched out for help, for salvation from
a cruel, cruel death.
He does not heed the crowd, he has
pushed his way through with frantic
| haste.
The east corner OF the piazza is still
| standing. A moment, and he Is climbing
the frall latticeu work clinging 10 the
| stout vines that tWlne around it. The
smoke blinds him, the heat is intense
Great drops stand out on his'torehead ,
Uut be needs nothing, sees nothing but
that white, ,.despalrlng lace. His hands
are torn and bleeding, but he goes
steadily on and on.
He has gained the roof, and now the
crowd see him, and great shout goes
up from below, Tor every neart.is thrilled
with the mau's daring and peril; and
from him their eyes wander TO the WIn-
dow, and then cry OF hopeless terror
rings out through the night air, for
standing there Lney see little Whit
rubed figure with pleading, Outstretched d
hanus, Womau's slender figure, and a
white hopeless lace framed in by rip
| ping golden hair tnat shines in the light
Of tho fl tmes that are drawing nearer
ana nearer every moment eager to ell
lold her III their fiery embrace.
| Jnt old taLner l5 WrlEElng his hands.
| L le man mo was to have been her nus.
| band on The ,'morrOW stands mute with
agonS, and OIL The roof that slight figure
| creeps along.
| He has IGaChed the window, and now
| he mas balanced himself GU the cornice
above ana leans over, sleadylng himself
with one hand, while the other arm is
stretched down TO where sue stands,
pale ana trembling.
D
| voice, 'rtep out upon the window Sill, /
| Will save you"
| She Cbeys, and in another moment h is
strong young arm is around her, and he
has lllteQ ler up TO the rUOl above,
| 1t Is done almost as if by miracle.
and cheer upon cheer rend the air.
And now ne is climbing slowly back
with his precious burden, slowly a.onr
the dizzy height.
He has reached the corner-he has be-
gun the desCept-When suddenly there
| Is Il crash!
He feets a sudden blow upon his head,
lie knows That ne Is lalllng--iAlling-
| and then the true, brave heart is AZ rest
| from earthly sorrow.
| God's mercy has oYershadoWed him.
And LIlltIs-as ii NY miracle she
has been saved. Sne had been caught
| IN the arms of the crowd when tne arm
that had rescued her had relaxed its
| hvid in death.
She mad tainted while falling, and the
, shL OK mad been SO great that IL was
many days ere its effect had passed
away.
The old home was mass of charred
| and blackeneu ruins, but before it was
rebuilt there was quiet wedding in the
village church, and then Albert Max
| wen LOOK his lar pride 10 his city home.
lu quiet corner OF the chui ch-yard
is grave that is always decked with
tlJwers. Hither at evening an old man
often comes, and tears dim his eyes as
tney rest upon The spot where sleeps all
tlat is lett OF the brave young Lille that
was sacrificed tor his only child.
And here. Whenever she visits her
| CLildlood's home, comes LillIas, and her
little children play in The soft green
grass and gather daisies to lay upon his
grave.
COOS mercy! She feels that it is ever
around her, and She wOnuers in grateful
awe sometimes why God should have
gwen this brave life lOr hers.
| We can not always Understand Gods
| prOvilences.
| My ways are not as your ways, nei-
| ther are My thoughts as your thoughte' >
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