Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1878-08-22
THE SILVER LINING.

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row-cloud, it was SO dark and heavy.
And yet her home was a most
luxurious mansion, she had every
thing money could buy, she was
yet young, and very beautiful
But there is one sorrow riches cam
not avert-death. Two years ago
her husband, prond, noble-hearted
Edward Livingston, died. That
almost crushed her, but she bore mp
for the sake of her son-her bright
eyed, golden-haired Eddie.
And now Eddie was gone. And
since that day they laid him beside
his father, all her energy was gone.
All her hopes and interests i'll life
left her, and all day long she lay
upon the sofa or sat in a deep loung
ing chair in her darkened chamber,
scarcely eating food enough to sus>
tain life, refusing to see any friends
except her own family, and resist
ing all entreaties to go ont for a
breath OF air.
And here her sister, Mrs. Max
we'll, found her, as she came one
bright morning, and bringing a
breath of Heavens fresh lovellness
into the close, perfumed and heated
chamber.
sCome, Helen, do come out for a
little ride,' she entreated. 'Tve
brought my own ponies, and I'll
drive you myself. 1t is such love
ly morning Please, Helen =
But Helen only turned YEARLY
on her sofa.
mo, Sue How can you askme 2
st will do you good, Helen.
pleaded Sue.
i don't want to be done good.
1 only want to be let alone. ]
never want to leave this room until
I'm carried out as poor little Eddie
was,' moaned Helen.
And that won't be long, I'm
thinking, If you are allowed to go
in this fashion, muttered Sue, IN
der her breath, while she said
aloud, using last argument.
please come, Helen. Well drive
out to Laurel Hill and take some
flowers to Edward and Eddie
But still the mourner only sigh
ed, No, Sue, no y | send flowers
out every day. But l can't go my
self; don't tease me, Sne.'
Poor Sue stood still, her bright
eyes full of tears, looking at hel
sister for little while. Then she
turned abruptly and left the room
without another word. And she
drove her pretty ponies straight te
the honse of dear old Quaker
friend-in two senses-into whose
presence she carried her petition.
sAunt Rachel, do please go ano
see Helen ? she begged. Il can
. do anything with -her-nope of u
5 can, and if you can't I don't know
r w hat will become of herl'
thee knows | will do what
cam softly returned Rachel Da-
lrvmple. SIT thee down here an
tell me all about Helen
And having heard, Aunt Rache
donned her Gove-colored plulnage
and went in Sues carriage to til
mourner's home.
The servants will not want t
admit you, but don't be denied
said Sue as Aunt Rachel got ont.
The dear old lady nodded, an
s. when the door was opened sh
:. walked in at once.
I have come to see Helen Liv
ingston, she said.
sMrs. Livingston does not sc
> VISITORS exclaimed the waiter.
She will see me. [ will not tro,
BILE thee to go with me- she said, {
she continued straight up to Helen
I'd darkened chamber.
Entering with a soft tap, 81
crossed the room and took Helen
thin, white hand.
i have come to see fhec, Heller
, she said, softly. 'But ] cannot 81
[ do see thee-thy chamber is tt
dark, dear.
She walked at once to the VIII
G dow, and drew aside the hea,
curtains letting in a food of gol'
en- sunlight.
'Oh, the light moaned Hele
or turning away her head.
we cannot live without t
X light, my DEAR and Aunt Rach
ne returning to a seat close best
Il. Il. Helen. 'Now Helen she sa
ith gently, 4 am older than thee, a
er- er I've been through the deep watt
ss -. of tribulation. Tell me all t
troubles,and will help thee if / ca
The gentle words and tone we
, to Helen's heart, and she burst j
to a torrent of such tears as she
, not shed before since her bereas
j ment. se6 fa
= Two or three hours Aunt Rae
? cl staid, and continued her tent
: ministrations, and when she