The Penn's Grove record., 1883-08-18

which was IN itself both a prayer and
curse. "You out thar, an all the Low
in your mothers heart can't light y
home Oh, the black water rollin' owe
that beautiful face, an those laughin
blue eyes that looked at me when yol
was a baby, an those black curls Nv,
brushed, an those lips I've kissed-put
TIM ont that lovin' soul 0, Lord Lord
Lord
"He's been a good boy" she went Oh
in a curious tone, as if the mighty ca
of the memorable God she had half he
lieved in was become now a reality t,
her, and she was pouring arguments
unavailing though they might be, int
it-''hes been a good boy never AM
bad habits never any little mean &C
tions. There's Abby Weaver, l know
but look at the face of the girl he'i
married. o Lord, love is the same
behind a homely face an a handsom,
me-. But while you keep on maxim
folks that think roses is prettier thar
potatoes, an pearls than oysters the
love that looks out of a pretty face
will hold the longest an the strongest,
He want to blame. Abby was good
girl, but you made this other one as
pretty as a picture. He want to
blame, Lord, he want to blame. Don't
drown him for that. 1t amt right to
drown him for that. 0 Lord |! Lord
Lord !"
She sat there ~shrieking on in astrain-
ed, weak voice, half in pray er, halt
in expestulation. The wind rose higher
and higher, and the sea thundered
louder and longer. A new terror seized
her. If her husband should recover
the bad turn which she suspected
he had had and attempt to cross that
now, he would be killed too. God
knew what new rents might be in it
When her sitting room clock changed
out nine, above the roar of the storm,
she went into a fury of despair.
Down she sank on those old rheu-
matte knees that had not bent at
her bidding for the last five years,
and prayed as she had never done be-
fore.
In the midst Of. her agony a great calm
fell suddenly oveFit,
II will GO an light the lamp myself, =
she said in an awed voice, ian, He
will go with me Slowly Sarah Reed
arose ON her feet that had not borne her
weight for five years. Every move
nent was excruciating torture, but she
paid no heed to it , she seemed to feel
t and yet be outside of it. She realiz-
I'd, as it were, the separateness of her
'oul and her spiritual agony from all
pain,
She walked across the floor, went
'ut into the entry, and CROPPED her way
Up the narrow stairs leading to the tow
IT. She dragged hel self up the steep
teps with terrible determination. She
lid apart the slide at the top, and a
,la2e of light almost blinded her. The
amp 1cas ht,
Sarah Reed might have loated down
hose stairs, upborne on angels wings,
or all she knew. Somehow, she was
Jack in her sitting room, on her knees.
Ter husband found her there, a half
lour later, when he staggered, as pale
death, and drenched to the skin into
he room.
"Geod Lord, Sarah, who Lit thelamp?"
lis first words were. &
1.-THE angel of the Lord" she
answered, solemnly raising her gray
lead.
81 he'd a turn over thar on the road,
bout a mile out of Rye. I've jest come
o an got home. Seemed to me / should
lie when l thought of William. The
ridge is pretty well broke up, but l
Jung on to the side. An Lord ! when
saw that light burnin' | could ha' come
yer on a cobweb. Who came to light
!, Sarah ?''
1.-The angel of the Lord" she said
gain. DON'T you eve say it amt so,
.ackson don't you ever dare to try to
nake me stop thinking it's so. I've been
skin the Lord all these years for ONE
hing to show me thathe was anywhar,
He has give it to me. l crawled up
hem stairs"
"Yoa went up them stairs, Sarah ?"
eyes | went up to light the lamp, an
was lit. The Lord he'd been thar. ITS
rue about Him.
The pale old man went up to his
neeling wife and kissed her tenderly.
"Don't you believe his angel lit it ?"
he asked, looking at him with anxious
Intensity.
Eyes, Sarah, / do,n replied jack
on Reed. The thought was steadi-
recurring to his half-dazed brain,
Abby Weaver, Abby Weaver lit
he lamp but Sarah-Sarah need not
The next morning Sarah Reed,
out of her window, saw a
title pure white rose on the bush be
cath it.
eyes, / meant to have told you
t had budded," said her husband,
yhen she exclaimed, 81 found it
har yesterday. Thar's another one,
1t was a lovely clear morning. Abby
Weaver, looking out of her window, saw
William Barstow pass by on his way to
he light house to tell the old folks of his
afety.
England's lords won't have marriage
With a deceased wife's sister. 1t is also
onordod that tho mnpGav E;saaa a.