The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-07-06

upon it from the sun overhead" now,
boy, remember that the Lord is Lord
of the woods, as well as of the cities,
and that He heareth the prayin' of the
poor hunter under the pines as well as
the great preachers in the pulpits. and
that when sins be heavy and death be
nigh, His ear and heart are both open.
The trapper knelt on the moss at the
gambler S feet. He clasped the fingers
of his great hands until they interlaced,
and lifted his wrinkled face upward.
He said not word; but the strongly
chiseled lips, scanned with age moved
and twitched now and then, and, as the
silent prayer went on, two great tears
leave the protection of the closed lids,
and roll down the rugged cheek. The
gambler also closer his eyes; then his
hands quietly stole one into the other,
and, avoiding the bloody stain, rested
on his breast; and thus, the old man
who had lived beyond the limit of man S
day, and the young one, cut down at
the threshold of mature life-the one
kneeling on the MOSES, with his face
lifted to heaven, the other lying on the
MOSES, with his face turned toward
the same sky, without word or uttered
speech-prayed to the divine mercy
which beyond the heaven and the sky
saw the two men underneath the pines,
and met, we may not doubt, with need
ed answer the silent upgOing prayer.
The two opened their eyes nearly at
the same instant. They looked for a
moment at each other, and then the
gambler, feebly lifted his hand, and put
it into the broad palm of the trapper.
Not wood was said. No word was
needed. Sometimes men understand
each other better than by talking. Then
the gambler picked the diamond stud
from the spot where it rested, slipped
the solitaire from his finger, and said,
as he handed them to the trapper:
"There's a girl in Montreal that will
like these. You will find her picture
inside my vest when you bury me. Her
address is inside the picture case. You
will take them to her, John Norton?"
"She shall have them from my own
hand" answered the trapper, gravely.
"You needn't disturb the picture,
John Norton" said the gambler; " it S
| Juob tlo WolI, pcIHdpS, u IcI IL NC NHcle
it is; it's been there eight years. You
understand what l mean, old MANI"
81 understand" answered the trap
per, solemnly; 1.-The picture shall stay
where it is"
1.-The pistols" resumed the gambler,
and he glanced at the one lying on the
moss, 81 give to you. You'll find them
true. You will accept them?'
The trapper bowed his head. 1t is
doubtful if he could speak. For sever
al minutes there was silence. The enc
was evidently nigh. The trapper took
the gamblers hand as if it had beer
the hand of his own boy. Indeed, per
haps the young man had found his
father at last; for surely it isn't flesl
that makes fatherhood. Once the
young man moved as if he would rise
Had he been able he would have dice
with his arms around the old man.
neck. AS it was, the strength was un
equal to the impulse. He lifted hi!
eyes to the old mans face lovingly
moved his body as if he would get /;
little nearer, and, as a child Nigh
speak loving thought aloud, said: :"
am glad | met you, John Norton" anC
with the saying of the sweet words HI
died. From Rec. Mr.. MurrayS Stor,
| IN Golden Rule.