New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1883-10-21

anoIooize for my intrusion MS soon he should come
within sight He crossed the long room at the LETT
Ieisurely counted his quiet footsteps; ne aa-
vanced Turned saw mel too, tuTned-and so ~
this way il came about that stood face to face with
| my own father I'll II .ho nm
| expected, but this was almost the sweetest tniIs
! that had happened to me yet.
| Presently my father took me over the house ana
! grounds; with boyish delight explaining 70 me
now many years lac had been building and construct
ing and waiting with patience IN has heavenly nome
for the first one OF his own 10 JON mn. NJ" nc LOO
| shOud have somebody to come home TO- AS we
dwelt upon the past and glanced AT the future our 1u
hearts oyerfowed He explained TO me that my
new life had but now in the practical sense OF the
! word begun since a human home was the centre OF
| all growth and beSSedness. When he had SHOWN
! me TO my own portion of the house and bldden ne
welcome to il, be pointed ont 20 me certain rOoE
whose door stood always open, but whose thtes ,r
! old was never crossed. hardly feel that nave
the right, in this public way, to describe III %
| the construction or adOTnment OF tins room heeu
! only say that Heaven itself seemed 70 hake por't
ransacked TO bring together the dalntlesI me MS
delicate the puVeSt thoughts and fancies that ceres
tiaI skill or art could create Years had gone TO the
creation OF this spot il was growth OF tle, 'lo
occupation Of that loneliness which mus Dg ven ~
/ the happy life, when death has temporarily sePdI,
! rated two who had been one. was qule prepared
! for his whispered words when ne s;td :, -, .,o
Your mothers room, my dear; IL VIII VIC dh i0'"S
| for her at any time
The descrIn+,on of the III eeting of the narrator
with orr Lord Is full Of delcacy and unaffected re-
licous feeling. The account OF a concert under the
direction of Beethoven is striking but here, as in
one ar two other instances detect a little of the
false ring of extravaganza Besides. the IDEA has
! been used before in inferior work by another
hand Miss Phelps is best when she traces the
connection between the human affections and
humely virtues and their supernatural graft
fcation reward counterpart. The new life
is the continuation of the old. Individual
identity, memory, love- aspiration last beyond inc
grave The narrator becomes conscious OF lohely
feeling even after her mother has to the room
prepared FOR her. old longing unsatisied the pam
of an old loss disappointed love for which heaven
itself seems to offer no compensation But TINS 700
is fulfilled at last and she is joined to the one man
| from whom she had been parted for twenty years.
As our ewes ret our souls challenged one another
in silence aud strength. was the hrst to sPeaA'
Hhae is she? y
Not with me-
"When did you die =
Years ago"
/ II had lost all trace of you"
I" Ii was better SO for all concerned
She is ON earth and Of il she has found comfort
long since; another fills my place DO not grle'e
/ TO WELD it. Come" go
! @Bnt have thought for all these yearS-it was
! not right put the thought away do not under
/ stand -v
But is there no rcasOn-no balrlcr-alc You sure
God help me- You have turned Heaven INTO nell LOT
/ NE if this S MOI right
Did ever ask you 10 give me one pH!ihB
| thought that was not right z
| Never God knows. Never. You helped me 20 he
right, 80 6e noble. You were the nohieSt man ever
! knew was better woman for having known YOU
/ though we parted-aS we dlu.' -
"Thcn do YOU trust me! Gomez
trust YOU as | do the angels OF God -
| And love you as his angels may. Come
ror how long-am 10 come
Are we not in eternity claim you as | have
! loved you without limit and without end. Soul Of
my immortal soul! Life of my eternal H'e!-Ah'
! come .-,
life between the souls hest moments and the source
Of them that felt uHrcady for my JOY ull II ha9
His blessing whose love was the suu oi al lofc, ana
/ whose approval was Swecter than nj. happiness,
Now il Wasa part of that beautiful order OF Heaven
which we ceased to call accident. that while had
/ this wish upon my lips "e saw HIM coming 10 VI'
where we still stood alone together in lie open field
! We did not hasten 70 meet Him, but remained aS
we were until He reached side, and then We sank
] nnon onr knees before Him silently. God knows
! what gain we had for the life that We had lost he
| low The pure eyes of tine Master sought us Win
benignty frOmiwnch We than ked the lhhhitc hcicy
tina, own mad not need TO dr0oP ashamed. /" hat
/ weak earthly comfort could have been worth me
loss of moment such rs this lie hleSSes US WIN
His sacred hands He besses us and 10y Ills DlcSshg
lifts our human love into so divine thing that ms
seems the only life in which il could have brcated
| By-aud By when our Lord has left us We join
hands ike children, ana walk quietly through the
dazzling air, across the field and up the lii!, ana mp
! the road, and home / seek my nother trembling,
and clasp her, sinking Oh my knees, ultll hide my
! face upon her lap. Her hands stray across my
! hair and cheek. -,
What Is the matter MaIy-dedr Mary"
oh mother, have Heaven II ny Itht at r iaSt.
| aTelme all about it, NY poor child Hnsh' There
! there, my dear
mcanT
What can she mean, indeed I tnrn and gaze into
her eyes My face was hidden in her lap. Her hands
| stray across my hair aud cheek.
| " What Is the m0ucr. MTy? dear .NoTyF
" d. bOther hare BoGreH u my hodrf AZ last T.
" Ten me all about 1t, my poor child Bash Ih@e'
Your ny moor ciiMG Mother That CAN this mcan :"
| She broods ami beSses me she Gains and gathers
! me With a mighty cry | fling myself against her
| heart and sob my soul ont, there.
lyon are better, child, she says. BE quie'. 4"u
| tpon the edge of the sick bed sitting strained and
| weary She leans TO comfort me. The nlglt-i3np
burns dimy on the floor behind the door. The great
! red chair stands with my white Wooltn wrapper
thrown across the arm. in the window the magenta
! gcIinium drOOps freezing. Mignonctto Is on the
| table. and its breath pcIYadcS III" an. pom the
wall the cross the Christ, and the picture Of my
| father look down.
! The doctor is in the room. hear him say that he
shall change the medicine. and some one, do not
notice Who whispcr that il is thirty hours since he
! stupOr from which have aroused, began. Alice
/ comes i'm, and Tom, see. has taken mother place
| and holds me-dcar Tom and asks me If suffer,
! and why look 20 disappointed.
! Without, IN the mostly morning the factory btiIs
are calling the poor girls 20 their work. The shutter
is aiar. and through the crack ! see the winter day
/ dawn on the world.
Thcologians will have no difficulty in pointing ont
weak and unpmlosophical fncics IN this story, but
few viii deny that il is inspired by pure, delicate
and wholesome feeling and that its general ten
! dency is ccvating and religious.
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