Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-10-05
The chill before the dawning
Between night and morning -

between night ana morning."
1t was the hour at which she had ex-
pressed the wish that she might pass
away, and i knew that she referred to a
favOrite verse Of poem that she loved.
said:
Yes, dear, think the sun will come
very soon now"
Her face grew radiant as she smiled
again, and said:
eyes, he will come for me this morn
ing1
Dora was quickly at her side, and we
knew there were watchers whom we
could not see standing in the room. She
who was so nearly past all suffering was
sOlicitOus only for our comfort, and in
quiet loving tones, gave some little in
structiOns: You must keep well and
strong"
The nurse entered the room, but Carrie
could take neither nOurishment nor medi-
cine. 81 want nothing" she said. Her
breathing became more laboriOus. The
doctor arrived, but she could not swallow
the medicine, and he held her hand, babe
her gOod-by, and went away promising to
come in again during the morning. About
6 O'Clock Robbie came into the room, kiss
ed his ''little mamma" and stood close by
her side.
There was no fear, no dread il all the
scene. She could speak only in short,
broken sentences. AS l repeated the
beautiful promises to her, how her face
kindled, as she smiled upon US, turning
her dear face from one to the other. Even
as she entered the river, she said, ''the
sun was shining on it." She did not
shrink. The waters were not so cold nor
so bitter. She had no fear, for she relied
on the strong right arm of the righteous
ness.
Moved by a sudden impulse, about half
an hour before she passed away, Robbie
rushed to her side, threw his arms about
her, and, holding her close, kissed her,
| She kissed her boy. and tenderly said:
''GOd bless my BABY
/ 1t was her last blessing on earth.
| ''LOrd," she said in broken accents,
| checked by her troubled breathing, ''intU
| Thy hands / commend my spirit.' Still
| she looked at us, smiling, until a few mo-
/ ments before the end. She asked for a
| drink of orangeade, but could not swal.
/ low. "EVen So" she whispered, 'scome
! quickly, Lord Jesus" Her head fell back
in my arms. Like flash of sunlight the
"bright white light" swept across heI
! face, carrying away the stain and cloud
| of disease, her face turned upward and
| her eyes grew strangely radiant
"Motherw she called jOyously, as a child
springing into a mothers arms, "mother
mother" and she was folded in the arms
! VI lu6 angel ElObutIs VIII pdSSeu away
when she was a child. Her face was
white as the starlight, her radiant eyes
were not dimmed when she closed them
and for the first time in many years she
slept without pain.
Velvet moses cover the little mound
where she sleeps, and graceful ferns fringe
it around. She rests in the ehurchYard o
quaint, old-fashioned Lord Marion church
1t was her own wish, made nearly or quite
| year ago.
1 think the angels must have been glaC
to see her come. So many Of them haC
ministered unto her and strengthened
her in her pilgrimage of suffering. anC
l know they rejoiced when she came
to be with them. There never wa:
so brave, so patient life among men
there could be no life drawer even amonG
women.
We will always be glad to hear from
| you, Mrs. Pilling. We will remain il
ArdmOre, in the house sanetiied by hel
life and death, until next April anyhow.
Robbie and Dora unite IN sending love
| to you. You'd hardly know your little
white-faced boy, he is so ruddy. Good-by
Sincerely your friend.
ROBERT J. BURDETTE.