The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1878-07-11

| 'EtY ER1 cloud mas ltS silver I'm
IT, ing" but it seemed to Helen
eS5& Livingston that there could be
t3S9 none to her sorrow cloud, it
was so dark and heavy.
And yet her home was most
luxurious mansion, she had every
thing that money could buy, she
was yet very young and very beau
tiful. But there is one sorrow that
riches cannot avert-death. Two
years ago her husband, proud, no,
e-hearted Edward Livingston, died.
That almost crushed her, but she
bore up for the sake of his SON
her bright-eyed, golden haired Ed
! die.
And now Eddie was gone. And
since the dal they laid him beside
his father, all her energy was gone.
All her hopes and interests in life
left her, all day long she lay upon
the sofa or sat in a deep lOunging
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 out for a
breath of air.
And here her sister, Mrs. Max
well, found her, as she came one
bright morning, and bringing q
breath of Heavens fresh loveliness
into the close, perfumed and heated
chamber.
"Come, Helen, do come out for a
little ride she pleaded. ''I have
brought my own carriage and po-
MES, and I'll drive you myself. 1t
is such lovely morning! Please,
Helenr'
But Helen only turned YEARLY on
her sofa.
''No, no, Sue! How can you ask
me?''
1T will do you good, Helen," Sue
pleaded.
81 don't want to be done good. l
only want to be let alone. l never
want to leave this room until Pm
carried out as poor little Eddie
was" moaned Helen.
"And that won't be long, I'm
thinking, if you are allowed to go
on this fashion," muttered Sue, un-
der her breath, while she said aloud,
using a last argument, "please
come, Helen. Well drive out to
Laurel Hill and take some flowers
to Edward and Eddie"
But still the mourner only sighed,
no, Sue, no! / send flowers out
every day. But can't go myself;
don't tease me, Sue.
Poor Sue stood still, her bright
eyes full of tears, looking at her
sister for little while. Then she
turned abruptly and left the room
without another word. And she
drove her pretty ponies straight to
the house of dear old Quaker
friend-in two senses-into whose
presence she carried her petition.
Aunt Rachel,do please go and see
Helen! she begged. l can't do
anything with her-none of us can,
and if you can't | don't know what
will become of her!
Thee knows l will do what can,
softly returned Rachel Dalrymple.
Sit thee down here and tell me all
about Helen.
And. having heard, Aunt Rachel
donned her dove-colored plumage,
and went in Sues carriage to the
sad mourner's home.
The servants will not want to ad
NIT you but don't be denied, said
Sue, as Aunt Rachel got out.
The dear old-lady nodded. When
the door was opened she walked in
at once.
have come to see Helen Living
ston, she said.
Mrs. Livingston does not see Wis
itors, exclaimed the waiter.
She will see me. | will not
trouble thee TO go with me, she
said as she continued straight up to
Helen's darkened chamber.
Entering with a soft tap. she
crossed the room and took Helen's
thin white hand.
have come to see thee, Helen,
she said, softly. But / cannot say
| do see thee-thy chamber is too
dark, dear.
She walked st once to the win
dow and drew aside the heavy cur
tains, letting in flood of golden
light.
Oh, the light, mQaned Helen,
turning away her head.
We cannot live without the light
my dear, said Aunt Rachel, return
ing to a seat close beside Helen.
Now, Helen, she said gently, l am
older than thee, and I've been thro'
the deep waters of tribulation. Tell
me all thy troubles. and l will help
thee if can.
The gentle words and tones went
TO Helen's heart, and she burst into
torrent of such tears as she had
not shed before since her hereay-
ment
Two or three hours Aunt Rachel
stayed and continued her tender
ministrations, and when she left she
had won from Helen a promise that
she would no longer nurse her sor-
row in selfish loneliness, but 90
about in the world and endeavor TO
do the duties still left to her.
If thee tries to do right thee'll