Saint Mary's beacon., 1881-02-17

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we were going You did not tell BIN"
II tell hlm OF course not. Hewent |
out early in The evening before ycu did,
and has not been hame SINCE. There
he is now, said she, as the door banged
and he came stamping up stairs ibis
feet declare that he IS angry"
Nothing unusual for him, ecksin.
With pang thought, asteF Z IL had
gone 10 her room, Of her bl - eal
and how unnalufally large aud 5fifhani l
her eyes were becoming; how patient
and uucomplaining, never tired or cross,
but always sweet and sad. Al tunes
her face would be radiant with Joy
which was scarcely OF this earth. !
shuddered but dared not let her dream
saw aught Of her slowly wasting fire.
Tonight II came 10 full force 10 IRE that
Roe was fading. Fiercely and passion
aieiy | baliled with the idea, but every
time | would fancy the spectre laid, il
would break, open the door and clash
and crssh the grinnlng skulls OF fate TO-
gether. | would gave my life for you,
my cousin, my darling; aud must lose
you; Oh Roe, Roe, stay with mel
cannot live without you. Tears and
sobs came thick and fast to my relief,
bat though the stoniness was gone,
desolaiion took its place aud palled my
spirit with gloom; my heart sank down
amid It's ashes and doomed feebiy, They
are killing her with their unkindness,
they treat her badly and canno, help
her, cannot do one thing 10 stop them.
What hush my heart. Can you sac
rifcc yourself. Stop, ! mus; think
God looked upon that purturbed soul
and whispered, Peace, be still. How
easy to sacrifice others, but to sacrifice
ourselves. how hard One can con
ccive Of a Jcptha yowiug to Offer his
daughter as sacrifice; but 10 shorten
hts own existence oh, no We gaze
with awcd wonder at the deed, Of Le-
onldas and his companions; al The fear
fol death Of the great Redcemcf, which,
probably, was the only entirely unscI-
6.h surrender Of life and happiness that
has ever been made. Look deep into
our hearts and motives which SIC have
deemed pure, we will Gnd al The core
grlmcd with the blacked selfsbnc e.
There is q degree ofpuriiy in the world,
bot look for nlallibilily--scvegl We
see Ihe whilegasbsd Ea,a.n.alaa. .s.boa!a
We dare look within, our -
would not keep US from sht
he darkness aud hideuusnesA
terror Thr next evening
house, ostensiblg on an errand
ity, because would meet
was ! long alone. Tor o. It grew
ISSUED from SIDE street aud q
arm within nis. c
so we are not tired by our d
he said gaiy.
No could have listened all NIGH
and never wesried. it was the iirst timc
| ever heard anything half.o grand /
must be enchanting 10 have such voices.
Eyes. enchanting TO others, but fan
cy. If YOU were 10 question these sing
crs, they would tell you that they had
70 work very hard, and that al the tint
ing Of their lvcs was not rose colored.
Every heart knoweth ,ls oaA bitter
ness.
But, then, they have such happiness
to coanterbaIance the pain. should
think they were more than repaid.
| hope they are for my part, for this
IS a mighty hard world to live in al
best " he said, thoughtfully.
silently wondered what ghost OF
memory was causing his face 70 look so
dark and gloomy while he appeared un-
conscious OF my presence.
Has the world dealt hardly with
you p I asked, lightly.
II have Jared no worse than others,
The poet says truly,
20 Into sqeh sc some rain must fall.
Some days he dark and dfeary.n
4" ] am a coward. long to go through
the world easily without a scratch from
the claws of that great ilger-like ami.
NAL. !"
So you hope it will sheath IFS claws
and pat you gently with its velvety
| paws; but be sure il j. does, the time
will come when you feel that you are a
! prisoner, and as you try 10 escape il
win stretch out one delicate claw with
languid indifference and you will find
yourself drawn back. Where YOU are
| placed, you must stay
Pussy aud mousie like, suppose
and will be the poor little mousie. Ii
is so easy to drilt in The current Of life;
It seems heroic to struggle with the
rising waters. But heroism is such a
singular aud noble attribute, feel in
capable ol it; can do little things, but
great deeds make me tremble by their
appalling magnitude and impraciicabil-
ity."
"Lltte deeds are the foundation OF
greater, as surely as The sprouting acorn
is The beginning OF the mighty oak.
Breta, | know you better than you do
yourself; you are capable of any action
that is noble"
half smiled. "You do not know me
yet"
Il surely have some idea Of what
you are after studying your character
as long as have"
"Have il your own way then"
Our souls, though transparent in some
respects, in others are murky and i'm
penelrable. No suspicion Of the slrug-
gle within me disturbed Fem as he Sc
renely looked through the deepening
gloom and pictureda future warmed and
! liphted BIZ the fire ol-a love he bel;evad