Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-07-30

lhmot ana possessed Of n broken nO8os ]
he was easily distlnguishable from the
others although that was no small |
point In bis favor, as ~ a casual Observ-
er the others all looked exactly alike,
and Luke peered at them through his
spectacles In a hOpeiessly bewildered
way, and was continually rebuking All
Sin for the misdemeanOrs Of Lung Wing,
and Uioe versa. But Sam Wa kee was
also bright, wide-awake and a. " cute"
ns a Yankee. He showed a regard for
his teachers which was especially touch
ing in contrast with the stolid indiher-
ence Of the others, and a discernment Of
spiritual things which was very encour-
aging. lie was only sixteen, and all
alone, the uncle with whom he had
come 10 America having died. He
earned precarious livelihood by doing
errands for his fellow-cOuntrymen who
were i'm the laundry business, until he
was run over by a frightened horse and
seriously injured. He displayed a fran
tic terror Of the hospital, being possessed
by the fancy that II was place where
they made peoples bones into umbrella
handles; and Luke, for whom he sent,
st once had him removed 10 his own
lodgings, and took care of him with the
greatest devotion until he recovered.
Then Miss White6eld suddenly discov-
cred that a Chinese servant was the one
thing necessary 10 make her uncle's es-
tablishment, Of which she was the mis-
tress, complete, and at once installed
Sam Wa Kee therein as newer
Of wood, scourer Of knives and kettles,
and doer Of errands, to his own delight
and Luke's as we'll. For it was clearly
the latter's duty TO call now and then to
see how his protcge was getting on. And
he did call often. Sam Wa Kee was
apparently an unfailing source Of inter
est. The friendship throve apace, and
Lupiry received short letters instead Of
the long improving ones, until suddenly
! Luke's conscience awoke. He tore his
hair and clothed himself in sackcloth
and ashes, metaphorically speaking, and
went and told Una Whitefield that he
was engaged to be married to Lupiry
Hopkins.
She listened with interest and gentle
sympathy, as became her since he was
her friend but, except for a faint flush
that came and went, she showed no
trace Of any emotion.
"She doesn't care! l was a vain
idiot to fancy that she would" thought
Luke, and was more miserable than be-
fore. For several weeks he did not 90
near the house, and at the mission
school he avoided her as much as posi-
BILE.
One day the Bishop told him that Una
had come to sudden determination to
go to China as a missionary. She was
to sail from New York in two weeks,
with party Of missionaries who were
returning from visit to this country.
"There is work enough for her here
work that she is better fitted for, too,
and l told her sO,n said the Bishop.
You had better come and talk to her,
you might have more influence than /, "
giving Luke sly and scrutinizing
glance.
Luke firmly resolved to be glad that
another messenger had been called to
carry the Gospel tidings to heather
lands. He also firmly resolved not to
go to see her; and he walked around
the square seven times the next day be-
fore he rang the door-bell ut the Bish-
ops house. She was surrounded by
friends, and he scarcely spoke to her.
The next time that he went the same
thing happened, but on the evening be-
fore she was to leave he fingered behind
the others. She was as calm and self
possessed as ever; she even chatted
gayly on indifferent subjects, but she
would not meet his eyes until, as they
were parting, she did at last raise
her own-those lovely eyes that sang OF
"peace on earth, good will toward men,
, and he saw that they were drowned
in tears; then she snatched her hand
from his, and vanished like flash.
Poor Luke! nothing but true religion
kept him from wishing in that moment
that Lupiry Hopkins had never been
born. He went home and spent the
! night "wrestling in prayer" and i'm
bi6ing doses of theology, hot and strong
and he did not trust himself to say fare
well to her again, although he could moi
resist the temptation of watching from
a distance the train that bore her away
Then he went home, "his heart with
in hlm like a stone," and found this let
ter awaiting him from Lupiry:
: DEAR LUKE-I do feel awful ashamed t.
write you this letter, and when read abou
men shooting themselves because their girl
have Tilted them feel kind of worried, though
J i don't think you nre that kind; And don, don,
hard OF me. for have tried real hard all win
: ter to help til mean to help feeling discOur
, aged about being n ministers wife, and liltlnJ
/ Seth Jones. / know its real wicked, an!
| mother thinks I've fallen from grace-thougl
Seth is q professor. He is II partner I'm thu
store now, and Is able to keep his wife ren
genteel OF course l know II amt so gentee
as being a minister's wife, besides being
great privilege. And l wnnt You to pray 70
me. 1 want You to remember that there ar
= other girls Just as pretty and IA good dea
better than me, and one OF these days you ma,
, love one just as well and do hope you !
get manager, for mother says that Is what
, minister ought TO have.
r. s.-seth likes me just IA l am, and doe
MT want me to read books or be elevated.
| have got the lilac silk, and II is a beautiful
I shade with gloves to match. We are going Il
Il be married in May. j did feel awful bad whel
|, my turkeys were poisoned so we could MT b'
married, but Seth says 1t was provtdential.
hope YOU will think so sometime, and not d'
any thing rash or dreadful, because You are
Luke's first sensation was one o
/ happy relief; then came bitter and un
, christian feeling that Providence nigh
have done its work little earlierl l
was maddening that his release shoul,
| have come Just too late. He was tempt
/ ed to rush after Una, to telegraph, t
: do dozen wild and ridiculous things
{ After forcing himself to deliberate calm
! ly for ten minutes, he went in search o
| the Bishop, having resolved to opel
! his heart to that worthy man, and SO
J whether he could not devise some pla
) to prevent the whole earth from bein
/ put between him and the desire of hi
. heart. ....
| I " Himself is not at home, - responds
: an Irish serving maid TO his inquiry 70
t the Bishop, ats for your riYerenc
g that Miss Una's iist after sendin'. "