Weekly Trinity journal., 1879-10-25

hll was warm aud bright. Old Rover
lay stretched out at full ,ength before the
cosy fire, while Dot sang merriIy. in his
cage. How dare no sing !" Ruth
thought. when she telt so downhearted
and sad. She went TO the window and
looked out ON the gloomy surroundings,
but found no relief or comfort there
She turned away with sigh, and out Of
u little hox IN the closet she brought for h
some mysterious patterns and dainty fine
linen, and WAS soon busy with the great
problem of fitting together those tiny lit
tie garments.
Ia the mean time Rob West drove as
rapidly ms rough roads would permit 10
the station. his mind filled with Thoughts
of Ruth and all she had said. Maybe she
was right in cenSuring him for condemn
ing her to the dull and aborious life of a
farmers life, when she light have been
the bride of wealth. Then the words,
" Better get your life insured, ifyou are
going to die," kept ringing in his ear
OF course, he was not going to due, but
perhaps 1t would bon wise plan; and
then If he should die, Ruthie would have
something to live on.
Rob arrived at the station just in time
for the train. and soon he was in the busy
city After ne had finished his business,
he entered we'll known life insurance
Office, and presented his noble form Mt
the desk for u policy, payable at his death
To Ruth. He found no difficulty in secur'
ing what he sought, and, with deep
sigh of relief-tor, he knew not what-he
placed it in his breast.pocket and started
for home.
" Poor little Ruthe !" Rob thought ms
! he wended his way to the depot.
must be kind and torglving with her just
now. expect she can help being ner
vous and irritable"
And at the same time, away of in the
little cottage, Ruth was thinking, % nm
so sorry trenled Rob so badly will
have II nice warm supper for him, and
afterwards we will talk it all over"
Half past seven, eight O'clock. Oh,
how the minute hpnd- drag along The
little table was spread with dninty little
supper, the very things that Rob liked
be.t. The bright fire ,pnrkled II welcome
from the great chimney. Rob's comf,rt
able arm chair stood in tho warmest cor
ner, waiting to hold something in its
great strong arms but still he tarried.
=" know he has hnd ime to get here;"
Ruth thought, as she Opened the door
once moro and peercd out into the dark g.
ness.
Some ore ia coming, but It isn't Rob.
One, two, three lanterns What cnn il
mem Nearer and sin nearer they
come. Somelhing vague and uniformed
strikes chi TO her lhrobbing beaft. -
They have opened the gate, and nre dIiv.
ing in. Who can It be She never
moves. but watches them with stony
stnre Ms they lit out heavy burden and
pause ut the door, She steps aside, aud
they enter aud lay Rpb- manglcd form
on the snowy bed. Then, like fash.
Ruth realizes what hs- happoned, aud
with n cry Of agony that those rough but
kind hearted men will Gover forget, she
sprang to his side.
Rob wake upl It's little Ruthie |
Don't you know me o Rob, have you
left ma alone ?"
Without u struggle. Ruth sank down
senseless and cold. All night she lay Ia
n deep StupOr, aud when morning came u
wee little life blossom was laid, pale md
cold by its fathers SIDE. Many true
hearted mourning friends followed Rob's
form 20 its last resting place, talking one
with another how Rob's horse had shi ID
aud thrown him ever high bank, eaus-
ing irslnnt death. Ruth cnme slowly
back to lire and bitter remorse. The IT.
Tie history of the past came sweeping
back to mrmmy, with Rob's kind actions
ard her waywsfdness, blending together
to form "A most unwelcome picture. Oh,
it was II trying hour when the life insur-
ance came 20 light, adding wormwood to
her already bitter cup. She felt now
what il was to be- young, with life before
her stretching far out in the wide grand
future, the sky bright with expectations.
the kind hand and tender heart Of Rob
at her command. With such assoeTa.
tions, it wns pleasant TO he young. But
to bavs fallen from the brightness and
bloom Of expectations into u desolaie
waste of darsness and remorse. the sky
overcast with dark clouds, which loomed
up between her and the bright future,
mountains high, to wait, weary and
trembling, for admission at DEATHS door,
with the words, " The old must die, the
young may die" fresh in her mind, and
still be young, was indeed, u bitter, bitter
fate.
Ruth accepted Rob's gift Tint he gave
with hi- life, nnd meek heart, used II Us
sn aid 10 her deeds of charity, with which
she spent the time OF Whiting Tor God to
call her away, "to make II up with Rob. +"
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EVERY horse that trots along the tram
ways in Wolyerhampton, England, is