The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1882-10-12
FoR THE HERALD.
PROEBE'S FAITH.
BY MAGGIE.

Poor little Phoebe. The day had
beeu Que Of continual disappoiutmeuts.
Every plan which the weary brain
had woven, every effort which the
tired hands had pu: forth had failed
utterly, and she wended her way
homeward sadly ponderiug, What
shall l do p and the goldea cleaning
fingered on the distant spires fast
shadowlug the childish figure aud busy
streets OF the great city, where dwet
wealth and power.
Yes, the young heart was sad and
we'll nigh crushed with heavy cares,
out the brown head drcoped not, and
the rosy lips ever murmured, God
knoweth best.
Little Phoebe, and yet sixteen years
bad crowned the childish head. Left
| tatberless and motherless in babyhood
she had fallen to the care of noble
grandfather, to Who,u she had become
the sunlight IF life. Tenderly reared,
guarded by love from every care and
sorrow, Phoebe had lived happy life,
but there came a day wheu era1dfa.
ther Alton Was stricken with paralysis,
that common foe of brain workers, and
the strong right arm which had so
loug shielded little PDoos c.u.i "rite
DO more, and she must earn bread for
this little household. No cares, Phoebe,
no excitement, remember. for the life
so precious to you hangs on a very,
very slender thread, said the grave
physician. Do you understand, child !?
| And as be said this he looked long
and earnestly into the truthful face of
the child woman. Yes. | understand
perfectly, and no trouble shall come to
dear, dear grandfather, and the child.
ish face was gloriied with that word
less love which makes heroes on bat.
.le6elds, and angels in households.
That love which is born of heaven,
undimmed by time, fadeless through
out eternity. The same yesterday, to-
day and forever, needless of life's
0lcissitudes or the tide of years which
drift slowly out on the eternal sea.
Rich beyond expression is the man or
woman with such heart for haven,
such love to glorify their earth path
and send golden shaft of light across
even the river of death. So weeks
rolled on,. and day after day the slight
figure might be seen seeking employ
tneDt whereby to caro- bread for her
little household. All the time bear.
ing her burden of sorrow, and never
for moment permitting grandfather
to know that the little stock Of money
was nearly gone, and daily wants must
be supplied. Still that brave, grand
heart never faltered. She knew grand.
fathers law books must forever be laid
aside, and that never again would he
hold the court spellbound with his
eagle eye and eloquent pleading, for
the doctor had gently, truthfully told
her what to expect. Her own school
books were placed sadly on their shelf,
for henceforth hers would be differ.
ent life; but she went forth cheerfully
to fill her mission. But to-day her
trials seemed almost greater than she
could bear. She had gone out in the
morning with fresh energy, her busy
little brain filed with happy fanoies
and golden dreams.
Twas Saturday, and the clear cold
air of a December morning tinged her
pretty cheeks with roses as she en-
deavored once more to 6nd something
for her willing hands to do. Her
little stores for the coming Sabbath
! had been judiciously purchased, to-
eether with a few luxuries to tempt
the dear invalid, after which only one
Golden dollar was in Phoebe's small
palm, and the future before her was
darker than ever. Failure, sneers and
ill-coucealed contempt met her on
every hand, and though the blue eyes
grew darkly earnest and the shadows
deepened therein, she bravely mur-
murs, God knoweth best, aud 5auish-
ing all traces of saduess opens the little
gate and enters a vine draped cottage
on the outskirts of the great city.
Back, Phoebe? Yes, grandfather,
stayed longer than I expected, but
here is lovely orange for you, and
Mr.. Aylesbury sent you this bottle of
vine which will make you quite strong
again, and DOW I will make your tea
and we will he COW as possible. And