The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-01-31

ishable. Place your mind upon that which
Is before you; upon the one in whose pres
ence you will soon enter. Let your last
words be prayer for Him 10 receive your
soul. and he will"
Il try. my darling yet l can think OF
nothing but you, who. il could live, would
be my wife. Many long, lonely hours have
spent in my past life and now | am to be
cut off from this life just as am ready to
stretch forth my hand to grasp happiness, /"
he said, his breathing becoming more diff
ficuIt.
"Deer Arthur think not of these perish
able things you leave behind you, bet of the
home you al going 10, where there is no
more sin nor signing; where all is peace and
pray for me, my darling. hm growing
faint; kiss me-farewell. see my mother
"a kiss-forev-"
Arthur gasped for breath. and then his
soul took its flight to the Ged who gave III
All earthly trouble was over, ana L belle ve
his spirit was received into its new home
with triumph. Whatever his sins in the
past were, from the first day he had met
Meta Woodruff he was changed man; q
man who had tried to reform and had met
with success. Would he meet the woman be
bad once loved In his new homer Or had
he entered higher sphere than she had
boon able 10 reach, burdened as che was
with such black deeds?
Meta leaned ove- the dying man and
kissed him just as the last breath left him.
then, kneeling by the bedside, prayed that
the FOUL OF the one who had lust left its
earthly home might be received IN thu l0v-
ing arms of his father and receive His oless-
ing. How beautiful she looked there on her
knees with face upturned to ID and hands
ciasped J.. prayer tor the one VIII had oncs
doBe l. father great wong. Bus that
was all forgiven, and we will try to forget {
She tined arose and closed the eyes and
stra!ep .eDed the hands of all that was left
On earth Of the man she bad said she loved.
= a1s::ng to leave the room she saw her fsth-
:rslan ding in the doorway.
"Grd bless you, my child. Come, my
JsrnIg. l fear this is too much for you"
'ssid
"Of. no, papa; it is no more than some
eae 'uust do for me, some day., she an
yer. d,
En-; enc had knelt at the bedside when
Meta was praying, and be was still in that
POSITION, with his head buried IN the bed.
clothes. The scene he had Just witnessed
Asd proven too much tor his weary heart,
and the great tears rolled d. WI his cheeks
as ne raised his head at the sound of Mr..
Woodrui's voice.
Come, Eugene, be man, and bear our
5ss bravely He was one to bel wed by all
who knew him and will be mourned by
many. But none feel the loss more deeply
than my daughter end myself"
Mr.. Woodruf little thought that Eugene
wss not grieving Tor Arthur, bat of bis
daughter, whom Eugene nov felt sure was
lost 10 him forever Arthur's sister, his only
near relative, bad been sent for the day be
lore. but owing to sickness in her own fam
lily, cid not arrise till after his death. Poor
woman; hei g-ief st the loss of her only
broi her was terrible 10 witness.
We will leave her alone with her h usbaud
and heI dead, and follow the master OF the
Gall, his daughter and Eugene, down to the
library. MIR. Woodruff is almost well again,
and even though a dark cloud overhangs
nis I V he las all hope O. it clearing away
Then the sun will pour its rays OF happiness
down upon him and his daughter.
CONTINUED MONDAY