The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1879-11-13
WELLINGTON, o., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 49, 1879

lips, which must become in women
lives heavenly mamma or apples G
Sodom. From no fault of Ransor
Sayles, remember, for he had observe
the strictest honor; he had not allowe
himself a word, or touch, or look tina
might mean love, and che thanked hir
in her heart for it in the years that fol
lowed; but she knew now he had he
heart unasked, and henceforth it shoul,
be the precious secret of her life. Man,
| a woman has lived and died unwedded
the perfume of her life the only evi
dence of hidden sacrifice. Morning
| Glory rounded into womanhood, tn,
bloom grew brighter; culture added t,
simplicity, self-possession to grace; he
character shaped itself into womanli
ness, as she thought what he would ad
mire and honor; expecting nothing
hoping nothing, but having one sum
mer among her choicest memories.
Three years had passed. Sayles had
graduated; declining larger fields, ht
country church. The mother who haG
cheered him on saw him a minister ol
the Gospel, and then the Lord called
her home.
But Ransom was in debt for his edu.
cation, and his sturdy independence
would not allow him any luxury of life
until that obligation was met. If he
grew weary at times. he only interested
himself more nearly in his people; but
sometimes a September morning on a
hillside farm would rise up in memory
before him, and fair face with a
strange witchery in the brown eyes
would cause almost sob to break from
his lips. - ..
But all sacrifices have an end. Ran
som Sayles would not be hampered by a
debt. He had waited until the child
had blossomed into the woman. The
last payment on his debt had been
made, his vacation had come; he would
try his fate, for he was not over-confi-
dent of his power of inspiring love in
the heart of any woman.
The farmhouse was in sight as dusk
came on at the close of the August
day. Sam was carrying in the last
pail of milk as Sayles came up. "Ah,
Mr.. Sayles," said Sam, az am right
glad to see YOU" How is Deacon
asked Ransom; he had al
most said " Morning Glory" for it
seemed but day since he went away.
"The Deacon is WE'LL" said Sam, hesi-
tatingly looking askance at Sayles;
but Carrie met with an accident Old
Tom"-and Sam grumbled out some
thing almost profane-" ran away"
Ransom Sayles turned and entered the
house; nothing was changed; the fami-
ly were at tea, but Morning Glory was
in a great armchair in the front room,
before you reach the kitchen at the end
Of the long hall. Ransom shuddered
as he stood on the threshold, he knew
not why. for he was not superstitious
man, then opening. the door; she was
facing the west, and evidently thought
it some one of the family. The setting
sun lighted up the room and fell upon
her hair. There flashed through his
mind the figure of the crown which
speaks of, and then he
food by her side; she turned her head
he eyes softened by some tender men,
Dry, her face flushed in q moment, and
The put out her hand.
81 was thinking of you, Ransom"
"What about meP" he asked, as if
hey had met the day before.
why, don't you know you said
once." and she laughed softly, "that
Vou would be true to your conviction of
1uty, even though it cost the sacrifice
IF lifetimer'
She had never called him Ransom
before, and they had not met for three
years. He had become much more of
nan, and she, as she half-reclined there,
nto what a ripe, beautiful woman she
lad developed! He had done well to
wait, and what q tender, trustful air
The had.
"But what about the accidentP"' he
.sked, anxiously.
They grew a little sober, said the doc
or would be in again on tomorrow,
md changed the subject
That evening was one to be remem-
,ered long after. He told his love, and
'he, with shy reserve, revealed her
leart; but there were strange pauses on
,er part all the evening through, and
when he bid her goodnight, he thought,
IS he kissed her, there were tears on
Ter face.
The morning brought the family
physician while Ransom was out on the
ill refreshing his memory with familiar
Genes. When he returned the doctor |
lad gone. "What did he sayP'' "Shall
tell you?" she replied to his question,
IS she turned her face away. 1.-The |
was severer than you know;
here is no hope; it is only a question of |
ime." "But you are so fresh and bloom
n.y." he gasped. 81 was in perfect |
lealth when it occurred. 1t is internal, |
,ut there is no help"
Perhaps this old-fashioned tale might |
md here, as what we call poetic justice |
8 violated in the sequel, but real life |
axes little account of poetic justice in
Ter reckoning.
Ransom Sayles had studied bellies let
ers and divinity in preparation for his
work of saving men; but as he waited |
n those autumn days, knowing that
'nly the remembrance of the days were
lead would soon be his, he learned
obedience by the things which he suf-
cred. He saw the rich, rare life fade
way. an argosy of priceless wealth
all into the mist; saw how rich it was
reighted for years of work, and that it
vas his very own, and then must needs
ay farewell! There was no weak sem
iment about these two souls as they
TODD at the parting of final voyage
or one. have done my work i'll in
this man, if you think he
ave up or only half lived after this.
10 fast he grew in these few weeks that
vhen Morning Glory was laid under
he daisies, he comforted the people
nd read the simple service. The
tricken parents found in him a son of
onsolation. And he went forth to rare
in helpfulness to men,
Inspired by his love for the Morning
ilory which bloomed on high.
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