Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1881-05-05
{ WrtttcH for The Beacon
THE SISTERS TRIAL,
OR
The GOIIcn THrend.
uNy
BY wAYFARER.
CHAPTER TX.

Friendship mysterious cement Of the soul
Sweetner Of life and solder Of society
The good old doctor. who regarded
Morley with lalberly interest, took il
the situation in moment, and his great
heart swelled with sympathy at the
sight Of the dear boy" in an attitude OF
| sorrow aud shame.
Going up TO him, he laid one hand
tenderly on the lowered head, and with
the other be- pressed the hand lying idly
on the table, not being able 10 utter a
word, his heart was so full. The ac-
ton fell upon MorleY's feelings like re-
ireshing dew upon the dropping flow
ers, and lifting bis head he leaned IT
against that manly breast and wept fresh
tears-tears Of gratitude for the sympa.
thy Of Christian love.
He confessed to his old friend all the
circumstances bearing upon the several
unfortunate departures from his pure
course OF life, dwelling fully upon the
event Of his visit TO Dayton the evening
previous, leaving out nothing but the
fact of his signing The paper, of which
he had no recollection whatever.
i see how it was, my boy: see il
all; there's not a doubt but that he
drugged that wine; the effect would have
been different if he had not. That fell
low ought TO be hung as high as Haman,
and he's destined TO come TO some bad
end as sure as he lives now. In his
case, our townsman Bland might we'll
give thanks that he is not as other men;
but, my boy, why did you not come 10
me in your emergency instead of trust
ing 10 negotiation with that scoundreli
have little TO spare to the needs OF
my friends, and I've mind 10 scold
you for your minoh modesty."
Thanks, my dear doctor, the trans
action does not trouble me now; every
other thought is swallowed up in the
Notifying one Of having been found
where | was and in the condition | was
last night. Surely devil more unclean
than vexed the lunatic Of old must have
possessed me for me 10 have turned my
footsteps towards that low sink of mi
guilty kept by Tim Flahorty," and Nor
ley started up and turned about the room
in an excited manner.
Peace, my dear boy; you were not
yourself; that drugged VINE did it. You
have erred, but 60 and sin no more,"
spoke this PROCESSING Christian,
more ready to temper his judgment
with mercy and faith" than those who
take the highest seats IN the synagogue
and "disfgure their faces" to appear
'just before men,
But, my kind old friend, must not
hide the fatal fact from you that-that
%, how shall excuse myself 10 you
in telling you that my longing FOR the
accursed stimulus has gotten beyond the
strength of my will Even al this mo-
ment, with your heavenly counsel ring
ing in my ears, The demon is beckonlng
me with deusive spell. II looms up,
o, God between my sanity sisters
smile Of trust when parted from her
this morning, and the links OF the Gold
en- Thread, our mothers most sacred
legacy OF love, is parting asunder under
ats deadly touch" cried Morley, in ag-
onIzed voice, as his hurried strides kept
pace with the torrent of wild feeling
rushing through his brain.
BE composed. Morley, boy, take
this; 1t will soothe your nervous sys-
tenn which bad whiskey and the neigh
borship ofbrethren have sorely shaken, =
and the doctor handed HIM a sedatiye