Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-01-20
THE WIFE'S APPEAL.
Remember June. 1S50-Don.t strike
nh.Gne eWaysnS or Human Anec.

Don't strike me, john" SAID pros
trate wife in tones of unutterable tender
ness; remember June, 1889" and the up
raised arm and clenched fist fell limp
and powerless by the side of strong
man, and the wrinkles and scowls of an.
ger sottened, knees trembled, the form
swayed, the human triumphed, the foun-
tam OF affection was reached, and the
manly chest heaved with emotion: ewes.
long strangers to tears, were moistened
again, and with wild grief mingled with
remorse, shook the stalwat form which
bent beneath the blast like reed SWAY
ing in tornado, Gods! what a scene!
Children looked on in blank amazcment
There was silence, disturbed only by
means and sobs and prayers. There
were hunger, cold and nakedncss, and
there was, besides, penitence. Better still
there was forgiveness, uttered in tones as
sweet as angels whispers.
A strong man prone on his face, sob.
blng like the rain and moaning like the
night winds. A wife bending over him
and IN gentle words repeating her for
giveness. Little ones still standing aloof,
but hesitatingly, approaching their
parents, every look and gesture an in
quiry. o, the magic OF those words.
Remember June, 1897 What mem
cries they called up. The home;
the flowers the aged parents: the
altar: the plighted vows; the minister: the
wedding; lites morning; the bright hopes:
the glowing prospects; the friends OF
youth; graves Of loved ones! How they
came rushing through the mind of that
poor penitcnt man-took possession of his
brain; occupied every chamber of his
memory: overwhelmed his soul and bore
him to the earth. TIL. case we rec,te was
one OF peculiar misfortune, of sorrow, Of
wretchedness. The man, u mechanic
from New England, out Of work-days
and months destitute Of means to provide
food-disappointments following each
other in steady succession, until at last all
is gone-no food for two days-lnsane--
the cup-madness, strife and pandemo-
nium-at last, attacking the mother of his
children, and ready to deal a blow that
might have resulted in death, but saved
by the words: Remember June, 1859"
In the midst of this terrible scene a
neighbor calls.
The agony, the grief, the remorse, the
penltence, had clothed the man in his
right mind; but he had realization of
what he had done, and he at once I'M
burdened his soul to his nclphbor. The
wife would have shielded him with her
love; but no, he would confess his sin.
anywhere, everywhere, before man, God,
angels. 1t was the language of sobs, of
unutterabie contrition. The gentle wife
would apologize. +" No, Jane, let me tell
1t all, . and he went on. He told of the
old home, nesting among the far-away
New England hills; of church and school: ;
how he wooed and won his loving wife !:
OF happy years; of the first sorrow when
Bobby died and they laid him away
among the daises on the sunny hillside:
how others had come TO brighten their
home; and how he had struggled and at
last fallen, and then the floods of grief
were renewed. The neighbor was man
with a great heart and generous impulses
He had a little house. presided over by a
wife, his peer in all things; good and
kind. Taking in the surroundings, he
said; John, come. pick up and go over
to my house tonight, and maybe to-mor-
row something will turn up to your adj
vantage" The invitation was accepted
and in little while the family was be-
meath hospitable roof. The good wife
prepared supper, and the surroundings
were so pleasant that woe seemed to be
forgotten. The next day, most unexpect-
eddy, employment was obtained. Some
advance OF wages was secured, and the
desolate home put on new and brighter
aspect.-India1apolis Sentinel.
What Trut Diln,t iiet.