The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1878-02-07

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poverty and misfortune had sunk
them, and now she stands on the
highest round of the golden ladder,
an authoress in the first rank, and
people call her great. But her IA
nous books are not her greatest
glory. The pure unseltish life has
been keyed to a higher note than
the finest verse she has ever writ
ten, and the grandesk most sublime
poem of all is that Of her life spent
IN bitter seclusion and self.denial
for the good OF others.
do not think ! have ovordrawn
my character or made Alice Dare
any more of heroine than you or
could be. She was only woman
and had a woman's faults, a wo-
mans proneness to stray sometimes
into bright and iiowery but forbid
den ways. She was just as liable
to make wrong steps and had TO
struggle just as hard and as often
against temptation as any Of us.
Ii is in the power of every one to
find and use the key TO her success;
for diligent application was that
key and l do believe that God has
given every sensible man and wo-
man a work to do, and has put it
in the power Of every individual on
the globe to be good and great, and
live grand, beautiful, useful lives.
But our story is not yet ended.
One summers evening when tho
ar was heavy with the perfume Of
sweet dune roses and the charm OF
a cleaning sunset bathed the earth
in its wave of light, a marvellously
fair and beautiful woman came from
out cottage door and threw herr
self down on the steps 10 watch tho
sunset clouds. The lovely spirituel
face was flushed with delight, the
fine superb gray eyes eloquent with
glowing thoughts and sweet unut.
tered dreams, until all the drifting
clouds had faded into darkness aud
Alice Dare was alone, with the ST.
lent nunlike drapery of twilight like
the sad sweet memory of other days
around her. Tears were In her
eyes now as she shranlS further
back in the shadows and clasped
her slender white fingers tightly to-
gether. From seventeen to twenty.
seven had been a long, long, dreary
time, but through it all her brave
heart had carried its heavy hope
less burden, unfaltering and un-
complaining, had been true as steel
to its first love and tonight for the
FIRST time a wall goes Up IRON a
stricken, almost broken heart, ooh!
Harrie, Harrie, would that | could
die for you now that my work is
finished" and as IL In answer TO her
passionate prayer u step sounded
on the walk, the same she had list.
ened to on that sadly sweet memo
rial eve ten years ago. A low mu-
steal voice whispered "Alice" with
the loving tenderness that only one
voice had ever learned, and tall
handsome man stood at her side
and held both her hands ia his.
"Alice, have come back sober
reformed man--come 10 nsk you to
live for me, TO be my wife, my own
peerless little one. OIL Alice, AL
ice, ask your soul IL we must partr"
And from out TIE solemn hush Of
the beautiful twilight eve was waited
tremulous voice full OF wild glad
pathos and passionate tenderness,
"Ohl Harrie, Harrie, God has not
ordained that we should live asun-.
der"
"Thank God that it Is So" was
Harrie's response.
And l repeat, "rhank Col that
it is so"-that every brave, true wo
man can stand up amid the Jeerso OF
the cold unsympathetic world; yea,
even the shattered wrecks Of tired
almost broken hearts, stranded
lire--and be true TO herself her con-
science aud her God.